My Bicycle has been stolen. It has angered me greatly. But this is good because I can use this emotion and put it into my art. It has inspired me to write a poem I call..
‘Broken chains, rolling tears and an empty fence’ by Sebastian Topp
BASTARDS!!!
You BASTARDS!!!
I apologies for the use of foul language but I felt it lent the poem a certain amount of emotional weight.
Until next time.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Creativity, questionmark?
People sometimes ask me ‘Hey Seb, what is creativity anyway?’
Well, the dictionary says…
cre·a·tiv·i·ty n
But seriously, go back and re-read it. What is it saying? The ability to use the IMAGINATION to develop new and original IDEAS or THINGS.
These are three very important words in the vocabulary of the creator. It’s a good idea to write them on a small piece of paper and re-read them aloud to yourself over and over again.
Well, the dictionary says…
cre·a·tiv·i·ty n
1. the quality of being creativeLOL. Ha ha. I added that last one my-self, it’s not really in the dictionary so don’t go and look!
2. the ability to use the imagination to develop new and original ideas or things, especially in an artistic context
3. Sebastian Topp
But seriously, go back and re-read it. What is it saying? The ability to use the IMAGINATION to develop new and original IDEAS or THINGS.
These are three very important words in the vocabulary of the creator. It’s a good idea to write them on a small piece of paper and re-read them aloud to yourself over and over again.
1. Imagination.Don’t feel silly doing it. I do it everyday and look where it got me! I have my very own Blog! How many other people can say the same?
2. Ideas.
3. Things.
Monday, March 30, 2009
A short story.
Short stories don’t have to be fun. They can be deep and meaningful. Here is an example from my own work.
The bus.
Monday morning. The rain. The pain. Bus again. The 41. ‘Oh How I hate the number 41’ Frank thought to himself wiping his nose, his snot redden nose. His umbrella unfolded like a dying duck trying to escape a farmers trap. Frank tried to regain control but failed, loosing his grip as the umbrella flew across the street. “Damn you!” he shouted loud. Nobody looked, nobody ever looked.
The bus was approaching. Frank readied his oyster card. He knew he had £1.40 left on it, he had checked the day before. The crowd that had suddenly appeared jostled for the best position. Frank just waited. He knew he would get on, not a seat, but at least he would be moving. The doors opened and they herded them-selves in. Frank grunted and waited and grunted. Eventually it was his turn to swipe his oyster card of dreams. Errrk! The red light shone. Errk! Again. ‘What?’ No’ “But I have £1.40 left on my card, I checked yesterday!”
“Off the bus please sir” said the driver.
“But I have…” Frank tried.
“Off the bus please sir” said the driver. Again. Frank could do nothing he got off the bus. People looked, they looked now. Monday morning. The rain. The pain. Guess I’ll walk again.
The End.
This story is obviously about the current ressestion, Frank (the artist) wants to move on in life. But he’s being stopped by the crowd (the bankers) and the oyster card of ‘Dreams’.
See if you can write a story that’s moving, deep and as meaning as mine.
The bus.
Monday morning. The rain. The pain. Bus again. The 41. ‘Oh How I hate the number 41’ Frank thought to himself wiping his nose, his snot redden nose. His umbrella unfolded like a dying duck trying to escape a farmers trap. Frank tried to regain control but failed, loosing his grip as the umbrella flew across the street. “Damn you!” he shouted loud. Nobody looked, nobody ever looked.
The bus was approaching. Frank readied his oyster card. He knew he had £1.40 left on it, he had checked the day before. The crowd that had suddenly appeared jostled for the best position. Frank just waited. He knew he would get on, not a seat, but at least he would be moving. The doors opened and they herded them-selves in. Frank grunted and waited and grunted. Eventually it was his turn to swipe his oyster card of dreams. Errrk! The red light shone. Errk! Again. ‘What?’ No’ “But I have £1.40 left on my card, I checked yesterday!”
“Off the bus please sir” said the driver.
“But I have…” Frank tried.
“Off the bus please sir” said the driver. Again. Frank could do nothing he got off the bus. People looked, they looked now. Monday morning. The rain. The pain. Guess I’ll walk again.
The End.
This story is obviously about the current ressestion, Frank (the artist) wants to move on in life. But he’s being stopped by the crowd (the bankers) and the oyster card of ‘Dreams’.
See if you can write a story that’s moving, deep and as meaning as mine.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
POEM
This is a poem I call 'Sharp edges'. I wrote it after I was making a sandwich for lunch and almost accidentally cut my finger with the butter knife. The experience was REAL for me, and brought me close to death. I suddenly had an idea for a poem and it took over me. That’s how I work.
Sharp edges. This knife has.
Sharp edges. This table has.
Sharp edges. This spoon has.
Sharp edges. In my Brain.
Don’t stab me. Don’t stab me.
Sharp edges. This house has.
Sharp edges. This kitchen has.
Sharp edges. This sandwich has.
Sharp edges. In my body.
Don’t stab me. Don’t stab me.
Thank you.
Sharp edges. This knife has.
Sharp edges. This table has.
Sharp edges. This spoon has.
Sharp edges. In my Brain.
Don’t stab me. Don’t stab me.
Sharp edges. This house has.
Sharp edges. This kitchen has.
Sharp edges. This sandwich has.
Sharp edges. In my body.
Don’t stab me. Don’t stab me.
Thank you.
The Idea Fountain.
It has been written many, many, many and lots of times before that ‘ideas are like water’. They flow like water in a stream or a little lake. They mould into any shape. Mostly cup shapes, but any shape you can think of, water fits into it.
Ideas are the same, think of a shape. Done that? Good, now fit your idea into that shape. See how easy it is!
The idea fountain takes this concept and turns it into a reality.
You need to build your self an idea fountain. Don’t build an actual fountain, I’m trying to create a metaphor. An actual fountain would be a waste of time. Unless the idea was to build a fountain, but then you’ve already had the idea to build it and you wouldn’t need an idea fountain. I just want to be clear.
To build your self an idea fountain all you need to do is close your eyes and imagine a fountain. The water is spurting up all over the place. Now, imagine the water becoming your idea’s they are spraying everywhere. Reach out with a cup and catch some of the water/ideas. Look at the cup, look at your ideas. You see how easy it is?! And you thought I was a crazy!
It was Anthony Berkley who once said
Thank you for reading. I will of course be posting my own work on this page soon. So come back for some imagery of words and pictures from the soon to be world wide web famous Sebastian Topp!!
Ideas are the same, think of a shape. Done that? Good, now fit your idea into that shape. See how easy it is!
The idea fountain takes this concept and turns it into a reality.
You need to build your self an idea fountain. Don’t build an actual fountain, I’m trying to create a metaphor. An actual fountain would be a waste of time. Unless the idea was to build a fountain, but then you’ve already had the idea to build it and you wouldn’t need an idea fountain. I just want to be clear.
To build your self an idea fountain all you need to do is close your eyes and imagine a fountain. The water is spurting up all over the place. Now, imagine the water becoming your idea’s they are spraying everywhere. Reach out with a cup and catch some of the water/ideas. Look at the cup, look at your ideas. You see how easy it is?! And you thought I was a crazy!
It was Anthony Berkley who once said
Ideas are nothing more than dreams realised through the hand of the artist. Taking a view or an opinion and creating from it something so new and wonderful it defies love. It’s a wonder that the possibility of being is only down to a moment of electricity in the brain.I disagree with this 100%.
Thank you for reading. I will of course be posting my own work on this page soon. So come back for some imagery of words and pictures from the soon to be world wide web famous Sebastian Topp!!
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