images and words are, to me, inextricably linked. words can paint as vivid a picture of a person, an animal, a beautiful vista or a situation as memorably as a timeless photograph or a painting. words can also make memories. images are memories, past and new.
for me, there is another voice. music. song. rhythm. harmony.
as writer, photographer and musician, i crave all three. i crave them. for me, one does not exist without the other, or the other two.
i hear music in my lover’s heartbeat. i hear music in traffic and the cacophony of voices on a city’s subway. i see stories unfold before me, when i look into the eyes of a tiger. i see my lifestory in the eye of a wild horse. i can taste colour. i can smell the rain before it falls. perhaps i walk to a different drum beat than most. i find beauty in the mundane – words, scribbled on an abandoned piece of paper in the gutter; scarecrows; a dead moth in a broken lightbulb; a dead deer lying burst open at the side of the road; fallen spirals of orange peel.
for me, image (both moving and still) does not exist in isolation. there is a soundtrack, there is music, there are voices and rhythms, and colour, in everything around me. words do not just hang in the air, like clouds. they move. they hit. they often resound and reverberate, resonating deep inside. words, too, have colour and form and their own unique fragrance. music is in everything. it is our oldest form of communication. there is rhythm in life – its seasons, our lives, and the patterns and archetypes we define ourselves by.
for me, this trinity, is all that i am.
twice, we have travelled around the sun twice…
love is a strange entity. its power and grace can overwhelm and overturn. it can even bring a country to its knees. it is something we all succumb to. it is consuming and transporting and, if done right, it never leaves you. it tugs at you, it keeps you awake at night. it overrides your need for food and water. it is addictive. it is the most powerful entity in the universe. and when you meet someone that seems to be a reflection of you and all you aspire to be, someone who hijacks your thoughts on awakening and your hypnagogic dreamstate, then the world around you can become a very strange and beautiful place. a better place, but a wondrous and strange place – almost a surreality.
one day, a bird fell from the sky and landed on my lap. it was a sign. a sign that my life was about to change. and it did.
Robert and i found each other in a storm. love, born in a storm. and we have clung to each other ever since, knowing that we have something powerful, something unique and something that many have envied. the beginning wasn’t easy. people we thought were friends preyed upon us, like a shiver of sharks; each with their own agenda, waiting for a weakness to appear – even trying to divide and conquer.
but we are stronger than that, because we have loved before…
i sought counsel from a tiger. he told me not to be afraid, just as i was not afraid of him; as he, this 800lb cat, took meat from my hands with all the tenderness of small child.
and so, we embarked on this journey. we have travelled twice around the sun and have come to learn that all we have and all that we are are the most important things in life.
“nurture & protect”
we are both musicians, writers and visual artists. that was the arena in which we first came to know one another and acknowledged a mutual respect. but it was music that brought us to this point, this journey, this pilgrimage.
and we are but Pilgrims; seeking truth, love and spiritual nourishment in this life. a life together.
through this journey, our lives have been inextricably fused with music, images and words. and the journey journeys on as we make soup at 4am; make love in public libraries; make travel plans to visit volcanic islands and to fall sleep on desolate beaches; make memories – old and yet to savour, like paprika tea. we forge songs. we laugh. we laugh a lot. we share the same need to be connected, to be connected with nature… the universe, with our selves to ourselves, and to each other.
we have cut each other’s hair with a samurai sword and we have stared into deepest space, with our backs to the sun, and marvelled at our universe, knowing that we have loved before…
T H I S I S O U R S O N G S ……
WILDERNESS (parts 1 & 2, part 3 available later this year, with accompanying film) – FEEL FREE TO TAKE FOR FREE… OR LEAVE A LITTLE GIFT!
PART ONE: a lone wolf, wild horses, a familiar fox and a room full of 100 butterflies… (click and listen…)
PART TWO: seeking counsel from a tiger, a playful wolverine, charming bees, humming bird kisses and a shiver of sharks… (click and listen…)
PART THREE: coming later this year, with accompanying film….
ALL songs inspired (mostly) by my poetry and prose (all of which can be found in my ‘older posts’)
ALL SONGS & MUSIC (C)(P) Pilgrims UK, Robert Davidson & Kat McDonald