Comments on: Vid it http://www.kelleyeskridge.com/vid-it/ Thu, 09 Sep 2010 02:57:53 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 By: Kelley http://www.kelleyeskridge.com/vid-it/comment-page-1/#comment-6383 Kelley Tue, 26 Aug 2008 19:49:38 +0000 http://www.kelleyeskridge.com/?p=162#comment-6383 It's fucking amazing. It's now <a href="/./mad-rush-for-strings/" rel="nofollow">here on the blog</a> along with more words from me, and a link to <a href="/./dangerous-space/strings" rel="nofollow">the story itself</a>. It’s fucking amazing. It’s now here on the blog along with more words from me, and a link to the story itself.

]]> By: Jennifer http://www.kelleyeskridge.com/vid-it/comment-page-1/#comment-6382 Jennifer Tue, 26 Aug 2008 19:37:43 +0000 http://www.kelleyeskridge.com/?p=162#comment-6382 That's one hell of a response. Beautiful. That’s one hell of a response. Beautiful.

]]> By: karina http://www.kelleyeskridge.com/vid-it/comment-page-1/#comment-6345 karina Tue, 26 Aug 2008 09:22:25 +0000 http://www.kelleyeskridge.com/?p=162#comment-6345 This is my <a href="http://shetranslates.com/2008/mad-rush/" rel="nofollow">response to "Strings".</a> This is my response to “Strings”.

]]> By: Kelley http://www.kelleyeskridge.com/vid-it/comment-page-1/#comment-214 Kelley Sat, 19 Apr 2008 21:47:59 +0000 http://www.kelleyeskridge.com/?p=162#comment-214 Well, I'm officially crying like a baby. Sometimes I think that all I want from my art is to touch the deepest parts of myself. And sometimes I think all I want is to touch other people deeply in some way. But perhaps it's that I want to... resonate, maybe? Reverberate? That's how I think of vidding, and that's certainly how I think of what you've described. This is so lovely, Jean. Thank you. I really appreciate it. Well, I’m officially crying like a baby.

Sometimes I think that all I want from my art is to touch the deepest parts of myself. And sometimes I think all I want is to touch other people deeply in some way. But perhaps it’s that I want to… resonate, maybe? Reverberate? That’s how I think of vidding, and that’s certainly how I think of what you’ve described.

This is so lovely, Jean. Thank you. I really appreciate it.

]]> By: jean r http://www.kelleyeskridge.com/vid-it/comment-page-1/#comment-200 jean r Sun, 13 Apr 2008 21:28:42 +0000 http://www.kelleyeskridge.com/?p=162#comment-200 When <strong>Dangerous Space</strong> came in the mail I read hungrily, but I couldn't continue to read that month. Too much life crashing around my head meant I was already too washed through by feelings to feel more! Later when I went back to read more, I found after each story I didn't want to journal or describe reactions. I painted instead. In response to your stories, I reached for movement with watercolors across a clean white page. Weeks later I looked at those pages in a pile and then added a few words with ink, ran the letterforms right through the colors, whatever occurred to me as I revisited your stories through my painted responses. It's not vidding. Seems almost embarrassingly old-fashioned somehow, except quiet doesn't really feel like quiet to me until there's no electricity involved, and I do savor what rises into quiet. I felt kind of monk-like, dabbing color, bent over words with a bottle of ink and nib pen, enjoying savoring my responses my own way, exploring those images and emotions that entered my life through the pages you created. It's amazing where and how art travels, isn't it? When Dangerous Space came in the mail I read hungrily, but I couldn’t continue to read that month. Too much life crashing around my head meant I was already too washed through by feelings to feel more! Later when I went back to read more, I found after each story I didn’t want to journal or describe reactions. I painted instead. In response to your stories, I reached for movement with watercolors across a clean white page. Weeks later I looked at those pages in a pile and then added a few words with ink, ran the letterforms right through the colors, whatever occurred to me as I revisited your stories through my painted responses.

It’s not vidding. Seems almost embarrassingly old-fashioned somehow, except quiet doesn’t really feel like quiet to me until there’s no electricity involved, and I do savor what rises into quiet. I felt kind of monk-like, dabbing color, bent over words with a bottle of ink and nib pen, enjoying savoring my responses my own way, exploring those images and emotions that entered my life through the pages you created.

It’s amazing where and how art travels, isn’t it?

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