A master in the art of living draws no sharp distinction between his work and his play; his labor and his leisure; his mind and his body; his education and his recreation. He hardly knows which is which. He simply pursues his vision of excellence through whatever he is doing, and leaves others to determine whether he is working or playing. To himself, he always appears to be doing both.François-René de Chateaubriand (via christopher-kuehl) Christopher Kuehl
Howdy folks! Just wanted to let you know about a new Faux Fix song that we’re inviting people to collaborate with us on. The tune is called Little Smokestacks and we’re working on it with everyone over at Hit Record! Check out the links below and come work with us!
ILLUSTRATORS: Draw visuals that go with the song - be as creative as you’d like!
ANIMATORS: Take visuals from hitRECord & put them into motion for this Short Film.
CINEMATOGRAPHERS: Grab your cameras & shoot some winter imagery.
VIDEO EDITORS: Cut together visuals from the site. Specifically, check out the “RE: Snow” collaboration for some wintery resources.
VOCALISTS: Sing some Harmonies or RECord “Ooh”s & “Ahh”s so they can be remixed together to simulate the sound of breath.
INSTRUMENTALISTS: It’d be great to have some Electronic Beats added, in addition to other Instruments & Sound Effects.
Hey everyone, we’re working with Hit Record to further produce our new song, “Little Smokestacks” (written at Sundance 2013). In addition to more musical production, we’d love to see a short film or animation emerge based on the song :) If you aren’t familiar with Hit Record, please check out this fabulous hub of collaboration!
Reppin Faux Fix with some latte art on instagram
You sell your expertise, you have a limited repertoire. You sell your ignorance, it’s an unlimited repertoire. [Eames] was selling his ignorance and his desire to learn about a subject, and the journey of him not knowing to knowing was his work.Richard Saul Wurman, discussing Charles Eames in Eames: The Architect and the Painter (via pieratt)
(via themadeshop)Ben Pieratt, Blog
I will forevermore, I expect, be trying to re-create the purity of that time. Having done nothing, I had nothing to lose. Having made a happy life without having achieved anything at all artistically, I found that any artistic achievement was a bonus. Having finally conceded that I wasn’t a prodigy after all, I had the total artistic freedom that is afforded only to the beginner, the doofus, the aspirant.George Saunders (via austinkleon) AUSTIN KLEON
So now I have Travis Tritt in my life and I’m happier for it. Probably the 17-year-old me would recoil in shock and horror, but that guy was kind of a dick anyway. The thing about listening to new (to you) music, even to music you feel uncomfortable about, is that it’s a win-win. If you turn out not to like it, then good for you: you were right all along. If you end up thinking it’s pretty cool, then you’ve just pushed those walls of your taste out a little further, which means you’re a bigger person inside, you[‘re] more open-minded, your soul has in some way expanded, you are who you didn’t realize you are.Will Sheff on music snobbery (via austinkleon)
(via austinkleon)AUSTIN KLEON
Heard this on NPR today…
Twelve Days of Christmas - Canadian Brass style. MUSICOLOGY AT IT’S FINEST
So good!Go Commando, Go.
PEN AND INK
I moved to New York when I was 18 to successfully become a failed actor. After that I sort of moved around for a little while. These are some drawings I did during those years in New York, Boston, Chicago, and Denver, from around 2003 to maybe 2007.
You can purchase them here.
I’ve finally gotten around to making 13 prints available from my ongoing series, Disappointed People Holding on to Guardrails. They are archival-quality matte finish prints, 24” x 36” (the same size as the original paintings), and will be hand-signed and titled by yours truly.
These are gorgeous.
Here’s more art by brilliant painter (and friend) Zach Johnson — he’s the guy responsible for the gorgeous animated LOOPER trailer!
Get your very own Zach prints here!
This is an old painting I did, maybe four or five winters ago, of a street on the morning after a snowstorm. There was snow everywhere that morning. I put on a jacket and went outside. I was so happy that I sang White Christmas to myself in my Bing Crosby voice, trudging along the snowbanks aimlessly. I didn’t remember the words too well. My version sort of went:
“I’m dreaming of a white Christmas, just like the ones I used to know. Where the sleigh-tops glisten, and children listen, and all the Christmasses in snowwww … (Ohhh) I’m dreaming of a white Christmas, with every Christmas card I write. May your days be merry and bright. And may all your Christmases tonight.”