Nowhereville isn’t a place of course, its not about any physical vicinity or destination, and it never has been. It’s always only been about memories, purely a state of mind. It’s concern is our unique ways of experiencing our internal landscape, about the joy we feel when unexpectedly stumbling across some distant and beautiful shard of a memory, and yes, it might also be about the pain we feel when taking a wrong turn somewhere, ending up in some dark alley deeply unwanted. I find that these abandoned old places somehow manifest the internal landscape, that they somehow reflect them back at us, showing us our own deeply unique interpretation of them. And for that reason I believe that there might be some value in this pursuit, that in some way, however insignificant it may seem, we might rediscover some aspects of ourselves. That is the ideal, that is the hope.
There’s 28 days left to make this project fly. And if you would like to add some ‘fuel’ to the tank in order to make this all possible, please do so, it would be ever so much appreciated. More information and thoughts on what makes this evolving project tick can be found over here.
Thanks for journeying along so far. And where the road will lead us, I can’t help but wonder…
Next post: The Wandering Nun & other tales
What’s the girl on the bridge listening to, what is she thinking about? Is she happy, or is she sad perhaps? So many faces and stories, all unique, all hopeful. How I missed them.
* I’ve been approaching a few of the local art galleries lately, and while still early days I’m happy to report that a couple of them have shown some interest in a possible exhibition in the summer. So yes, ‘Nowhereville’ is in full swing, and through the incredible support I’ve been receiving from my fellow bloggers, this dream, this passionate affair, lives on. Thank you guys, thank you from the bottom of my ever so grateful heart.
Well my time went so quickly, I went lickety-splickly out to my old ’55
As I drove away slowly, feeling so holy, God knows, I was feeling alive.
Now the sun’s coming up, I’m riding with Lady Luck, freeway cars and trucks,
Stars beginning to fade, and I lead the parade
Just a-wishing I’d stayed a little longer,
Oh, Lord, let me tell you that the feeling’s getting stronger.
* Don’t forget to have a look at my humble, yet oh so passionate affair. http://www.indiegogo.com/Nowhereville?a=428070 The dream lives on! And thanks to the generosity of one of our own here on WordPress, that dream beckons ever closer, thank you S.
I was always right
About the morning
Okay, I’m an old shoe
Danced above the blaze
Never stopped crawling
Over the black dunes
And I’m waiting for you
Are you awake now, too?