Art Walkers

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

When I go out on my Art Walks, my favorite artwalk companion is my dog, Hamish Macbeth:

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

I know that when most people go on Art Walks, cheese and wine are involved.

My idea of a an Art Walk is me grabbing Hamish’s leash and telling him, ” Come on Hamish, let’s go find us some art.”

Art, as you know is everywhere- it’s  in a weather worn fence, a carefully designed garden or a yard gone wild.

What I like about taking my art walks with that when I see art, Hamish doesn’t look at it and say, ” Gee, I don’t know if I’d call that art.”

He just looks at  it, sniffs it, licks it and walks away.

Art can be art and I can enjoy it, absorb it and take a picture.

It is what it is.

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

This is the Art me and Hamish found this weekend. It’s sort of related to the art I found last weekend.

Here it is:

Photo: A.M. Moscoso "Dinosaur"

Photo: A.M. Moscoso
“Dinosaur”

Photo: A.M Moscoso " Abstract In Chalk"

Photo: A.M Moscoso
” Abstract In Chalk”

And this is my favorite:

Photo: A.M. Moscoso " The Warning "

Photo: A.M. Moscoso
” The Warning “

I felt like Indiana Jones, walking around this play field looking for Chalk art. When I found it I was pretty excited. Like I discovered something important before it disappeared.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

This is what I’ve learned about Art on my walks with Hamish Macbeth:

Art is everywhere and it’s in everything- you just have to be willing to let it happen in you head without telling it what it is- but the licking and sniffing part- I’d leave that part of the experience out.

amm

A Song About Lonely Street

I used to call it the Graveyard song when I was little, I thought it was one of the scariest most ghost filled song anyone had ever written.

It was full of souls in torment and the man in charge wore black- just like Death.

So of course I loved it and would sing ” Heartbreak Hotel” at the drop of a hat.

Years later I learned the song ( written by Mae Boren Axton )… read a story in the Miami Herald about a man who had committed suicide.  The man had no identification, and he only left a note with a few words on it: “I walk a lonely street.” 

A couple of years ago I went to New Orleans for Halloween and visited the famous St. Louis Cemetery No. 1 and the entire time I was there taking pictures and wandering the grounds I sang this song to myself- though I was in New Orleans and I shot these pictures on Halloween afternoon, so I didn’t exactly sing it to myself quietly.

Photo:  A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Well, since my baby left me
Well, I found a new place to dwell
Well, it’s down at the end of Lonely Street
At Heartbreak Hotel
Where I’ll be–where I get so lonely, baby
Well, I’m so lonely
I get so lonely, I could die

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Although it’s always crowded
You still can find some room
For broken-hearted lovers
To cry there in the gloom
And be so, where they’ll be so lonely, baby
Well, they’re so lonely
They’ll be so lonely, they could die

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Well, the bellhop’s tears keep flowin’
And the desk clerk’s dressed in black
Well, they’ve been so long on Lonely Street
Well, they’ll never, they’ll never get back
And they’ll be so, where they’ll be so lonely, baby
Well, they’re so lonely
They’ll be so lonely, they could die

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Well now, if your baby leaves you
And you have a sad tale to tell
Just take a walk down Lonely Street
To Heartbreak Hotel
And you will be, you will be, you will be lonely, baby
You’ll be so lonely
You’ll be so lonely, you could die

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Well, though it’s always crowded
You still can find some room
For broken-hearted lovers
To cry there in the gloom
And they’ll be so, they’ll be so lonely, baby
They’ll be so lonely
They’ll be so lonely, they could die

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Hey Ho Let’s Go

Melpomene ~ Muse of Tragedy

Melpomene  is the Greek Muse of dramatic tragedy.

I think it’s great, if you write about tragedy- like I do ( horror and the supernatural are heavy on the tragedy theme)-then you are inspired by a woman who walks around with a human face ( sure it’s a mask…sure it is)  or a sword in her hand.

I have been known to walk around with a hockey stick when there is no ice or hockey puck within miles of where I’m standing and on more than one occasion I have been known to rip people’s faces off so I feel a bit of a bond with Melpomene

In addition, I do like the idea of a face waving, sword swinging creature walking through my head and throwing the lights on when I can’t quite do it myself.

I figure that with one look at her any little dark creatures that are roaming around my brain and killing off my stories will be running for cover or better yet a new home where we won’t even be sharing a zip code.

I’m also inspired by Mozart. I do some of my best work when I’m listening to Mozart. I can’t decide though- was he also inspired by Melpomene ? Is that why I write better with Mozart in my ear?

Maybe.

All I know is, they make a great team.

In Memory Of A Baby Monster

From You to You
Write a letter to your 14-year-old self. Tomorrow, write a letter to yourself in 20 years.

baby monster

 Dear Baby Monster:
  Remember all that stuff you wanted to do?
The writing, the music, the adventure the loyal dog at your side and how bad you wanted the long hair wavy hair like Ann Margret used to have?
You did it kiddo.
You set the course for yourself and by age 50 you did it.
Sometimes when I look back on it, I can’t believe it.
Remember that summer those kids attacked us and cut up our face and that boy kicked our head so hard we had headaches for a couple of months and we didn’t care because when our head hurt we couldn’t think about what we had been through and that was fine by us?
You survived that- at 14!
In something that should have made you less you held on to the things that you wanted to do and it happened.
You ended up writing, you traveled all over the country you were a musician and you did most of those things before you were 23.
You gave up playing music but you ended up loving the symphony.
I’m not sure how you did it Baby Monster but when I have a bad day or I have to face a challenge or a loss ( I hate to say it, but we’ve lost a lot of people and pets we really loved ) I can see you in the mirror- mangled face, black eyes and I remember what our sister said,
” The day that happened to Anita, I remember she walked in the door and her beautiful face was all cut up  and she didn’t shed a tear, not one. She was so strong. “
You were a great kid Baby Monster and I’m glad you are part of my life. 
PS.
You weren’t fat.
A.M.