We want to be brave. We want to face the fear and not run for once. We want that when the convulsions start, despite them we will be able to press on into life and living whatever each would demand. While our minds explain to us that the peace and tranquility we long for so … Continue reading The artist’s moratorium; the Human’s moratorium
Beauty. Sight. Its subject. The object. The best and most beautiful things in life are too far and too extricated from us; so intangible, so transient, so ethereal, they are known because they are felt and only felt because of the consequence of their beauty- the glorious, numinous state of an impermanent human prosperity. Yet … Continue reading The human moratorium; perpetuated sedation by uninspiration.
Why the art I make? People have always called my music different for so many reasons. Sometimes its too intense, too depressing, sounds too “white and western” or just generally isn’t an identifiable sound resembling all the other music going on in Uganda at this time. This has always made me uncomfortable because I am … Continue reading Why the art I make; The Imperative.
Why the art that is made? Humans have been making art for some time and continue to do so. But why? Where did this all begin? What purposes begun this apart from the reasons we know that sustain it? From the backdrop of the last entry, and amidst so much more that wasn’t necessarily articulated … Continue reading Why I make art; To be.