Musicians, poets, graphic designers: one way or another, we all utilize words. We all worship language, both spoken and unspoken. It is women like PJ Harvey that ignite the spark in my eccentric self, unable to conform to the world’s ideals, simply because not being true to herself isn’t feasible. Peter Blake shifted my distaste for pop art into great esteem, his ‘all in’ approach spoke to me, even before knowing he was 1/2 the mastermind behind Sgt. Peppers album cover. Language doesn’t stop at type though, Stephane Sednaoui’s storytelling is exquisite, capturing so many words unspoken through the motion and emotion of people’s humanity with his camera. The literal poetic tongue, curious and inquisitive mind that W.S. Merwin possessed, fusing abstractions of existentialist thoughts into seemingly mundane nature scenes, is nonpareil. Cherry on top, Jeff Buckley, has had the biggest impact on who I am, and who I aspire to be: an enigmatic and magnetic creator of transcendental and soulful art.
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