chorus of color
The art of living is to fall in love over and over again.
It is no easy thing to walk through the world with an open heart, embracing everything, and also stand true, allowing no poison to infect us.
But be cracked open often.
Pour yourself into life withholding nothing. Heal and be healed. This is the way of living in full.
Jacob Nordby (via noahtinker)

What’s fascinating about people who accomplish anything in the arts is that they’re used to an enormously high degree of concentration. 
And that’s inspiring to see. 

When you think of composers who compose all by themselves, 
painters are generally alone in their studios,
the energy is really that comes from the love of doing what you’re doing.
And of course, energy that you use in that way is self generating. 
The more energy you use,
The more energy you get. 

He was in a kind of bind that a lot of artists found themselves in 

They yearn for that kind of stability and companionship and the particular kind of meaning that comes from a domestic life, but really it’s not compatible with their Art. 

I believe that the only excuse we have for being musicians 
and for making music in any fashion
is to make it differently
to perform it differently 
to establish the music’s difference 
vis-a-vis our own difference.

I couldn’t imagine a life in which I would not be surrounded by music, 
which shelters you from the world, 
which protects you, which keeps you 
at a certain distance from the world
Because I think that the only advantage that any artists has,
and i think that any artist can really write about,
and all artists do write about whether they know it or not,
is that distance from the world. 

humansofnewyork:

"Do you remember the happiest moment of your life?""One day, I was sent home from my final exams because my mother had not been able to pay the registration fees. On the way home, a man came up to me and asked what was wrong. ‘Nothing,’ I told him. He asked me again. So I told him that I’d been sent home from school. He then gave me the money I needed to take my exams. I’d never seen him before, and I’ve never seen him again."(Entebbe, Uganda)

humansofnewyork:

"Do you remember the happiest moment of your life?"
"One day, I was sent home from my final exams because my mother had not been able to pay the registration fees. On the way home, a man came up to me and asked what was wrong. ‘Nothing,’ I told him. He asked me again. So I told him that I’d been sent home from school. He then gave me the money I needed to take my exams. I’d never seen him before, and I’ve never seen him again."

(Entebbe, Uganda)