Deep down under the scruffy dark blue-green surface, after almost being torn apart in the torrents, where the monkfish’ actually look pretty gorgeous with it’s gold sparkling light – that’s where you find my sunken pirate ship. Others might call it the outhouse, but it sounds boring to me. I need a theme and a story, I need the magic and a bigger place for my feelings than “just the outhouse”.
I will create a dark night sky with stars above my dark wooden deck and the old lamps will flicker a little, even if it’s only in my mind. I will ask my pirate to play cards and drink dark beer with me around the worn-out circular table, while we share dreams about where we’re heading. Because this ship hasn’t anchored.
This ship is where music is more than tones that are composed beautifully – it’s also like a medicine man’s most healing tincture. I had forgot it’s the best medicine of them all, and I feel saved by this sunken ship of mine. I might even drag the canvas and paintbrushes out here because the imaginary salt water and dark ocean vibes might inspire my painting just as much as in music and with music.
Wallpaper, painting, lacquer and vintage findings can easily turn into the biggest treasure of all, if you let your heart and magic steer your ship.