Veronic Moloney ~ Airborn
Melancholy, dread, and wisps of longing. Magnificent.
Lady time, fly away.
I’ve been thinkin’
‘Bout my yesterdays.Oh please, listen darlin’
To my empty prayer:
Sleep inside my dreams tonight.
All I need to know tonight,
How’re you and my child?Oh is he a soldier or is he a dreamer?
Is he mama’s little man?
Does he help you when he can?
Oh does he ask about me?Ah just like a soldier boy, Ah but I fight in wars
The world never knows about
Oh but I never win them loud
Oh there’s no crowds around meWhen I get to thinkin’ about the old days
When love was here to stay
I wonder if we’d ever tried.
Oh what I’d give to hold you.
Dream Letter by Tim Buckley
Knox it’s so interesting to me how you see and feel everyone’s art here. Melancholy, dread and wisps of longing… so very interesting. It forces me to always take another step back and rethink and see things differently.
It would be disingenuous of me if I did not say that I am certain my own moods affect my perception of the art that comes in to P1xels. Subjectivity is the nature of art. I am not writing as much as I used to on the daily pics: I just do not have the time, with the launch of this new magazine and with my own freelance work, which is one reason I added in the music videos. It’s a fun break to hunt for one. But the process is the same, video or words: I look at the picture and try to get a few words from it, or a suggestion of a song. I really wanted to put “hope” in your text, to counter the “dread,” but it had to be “longing,” I’m afraid.
I have had people listen to pieces of music of mine and and hear/visualize things in them I never would have imagined. Perhaps that is similar to what you are experiencing? In any case, glad to be of service & thank you for sharing your lovely work, Veronica.