get a legit film/still camera, (rather than my 720 only sony) so that I can properly document just how beautiful the area/city I live in is. Louisville’s really dope looking; and I know that it may sound completely biased being that I live here and everything, but when you know a tiny bit about the history behind the architecture and the different boroughs that sprung up in the greater metro area, the whole place opens up to you in this amazing way. Besides my LEGIT hometown, (Buxton, Derbyshire), I’ve never felt the need to rep the city that I feel the closest too, (being that I’m really about 20 miles away)… but Louisville’s the absolute tits.
It’s lush, despite the city’s infrastructure to support the growth and sustainability of the local art around here, it’s pretty strong in art and culture. I’ve seen some absolutely dire stretches of steel and concrete, urban NIGHTMARES. Regardless of how glib the local economy might be, we’re literally SURROUNDED by topographical and natural bounty. Drive north or south for more than 50 miles and the land turns to absolute SHITE. Flat, cookie cutter like nether-realms of boredom and mediocrity. However, 50 miles FURTHER in either direction sorta’ kinda’ start to yield results. These little physical factoids, when actually taken into account with the rest of factors in natural psychological well-being, outweigh one another. What’s sad is that I don’t feel like the city, nor it’s denizens, really understand how amazing of a diamond in the rough we have here.
So while I may love where I live, I can’t help but feel a certain amount of disconnect. I know that this city very well could harbor the type of art I create, but I feel as if it chooses not to. Almost as if the entire area, one and all, are so “too cool for school” that admitting to a piece of art touching you or moving you one way or the other is admittance of weakness.
I can hear the sirens wailing by the roadside…
the everywhere else is calling….
I want out for awhile….