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Art Ink - 4 – Infinite Bravery – A Short Story Inspired by Danielle Krysa’s Art

4 – Infinite Bravery – A Short Story Inspired by Danielle Krysa’s Art

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06/30/19 • 11 min

Art Ink

[If your podcast app isn’t showing the featured art for this episode above visit rebekahnemethy.com/artink4 to check it out.

Castbox and Podcast Addict are both apps I recommend that do show episode specific art.]

Links from the Show at a Glance:

Artist: Danielle Krysa

Title of Art: untitled

Artist’s Website: http://www.krysa.com/danielle/

Instagram: @daniellekrysaart

Danielle’s Podcast: The Jealous Curator

The first episode of Art Ink to hear the story of how The Jealous Curator podcast helped me solve a problem with this show

Art Ink Submission Guidelines: rebekahnemethy.com/artinksubs

Art Ink Podcast Transcript:

[Intro:]

Welcome back everyone! I’m thrilled you’re here to listen because I have a really fun story for you today.

Today’s featured artist is Danielle Krysa, and if you listened to the very first episode of this podcast, you’d know that her podcast, The Jealous Curator, had a hand in helping me figure out a problem I was having with this podcast and so I figured I just had to include some of her work in this podcast because, I mean, karma, right? She did me a favor, even though maybe not intentionally, so I figured I should pay her back somehow.

I found this piece on her Instagram and... let me just give you a little description to start us off:

[Art Description:]

This is a minimalistic mixed media piece with what looks like watercolor and acrylic paints with a splash of collage. A sailboat cutout is resting atop a cloud of aquamarine blue paint on the bottom right of the image. Pink and metallic bronze paints hover above and to the left of the sailing ship, resembling a distant sunset.

On Instagram, Danielle captioned her art: “some guys promised ‘sailing off into the sunset,’ but cap’n carl f’n delivered.” And so both the art and the caption had a part in creating the following story which features the cap’n carl I imagined.

[Story:]

I was NOT dreaming. I’d already done all the tests: pinched myself, read the same sign twice without scrambling the words or letters, I’d even closed my eyes, spun around, and opened them again to see the same scene.

I looked over the edge of the bow. The ship was floating on a shimmery, blue cloud of water so shallow it was translucent. I was on a magical journey, about to leave everything I’ve ever known.

Cap’n Carl had a skullet, you know, the balding man’s version of a mullet, and black holes where teeth used to be. The top of his head was like a dandelion, when the breeze would pick up, and the sails caught the wind, so too would large petals of peeling skin. They’d flutter and flap in the wind and, eventually release into the sky. I wondered if I might have a wish or two come true if blew on his head and managed to unhinge all the dead skin in one breath.

According to Cap’n Carl, though, my wishes were about to come true anyway. I was going to a place where time was infinite and money non-existent. It was still hard to believe, though, just as it would have been hard for anyone else to believe I’d be on a sailboat that soared through the sky... yet here I was, living that dream; passing clouds, chasing the sun’s bronze rays as it painted the clouds in our path.

Forever was a scary premise for most people, but not for me, there were too many stories inside me that still had to come out. And if I didn’t choose forever, I’d be choosing death. I’d be choosing to let my stories die with me. With the cancer that was cooking inside me, doctors estimated that in six months I’d be done.

According to Cap’n Carl, there was still time to change my mind. We had until sunset before there was no going back; all we had to do was walk the plank, metaphorically and literally speaking, and we’d instantly regress into our old lives.

We’d set sail with about a dozen other passengers. Most of them were also terminally ill, death-fearing people like me. But apparently, infinity was much scarier to them than death, because there was only one woman left aside from me. She was peering over the edge, her gaze switching between the setting sun and the sparkling sea below.

I looked back at Cap’n Carl, his smile was eager, but bordering on maniacal.

A splash sounded a...

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[If your podcast app isn’t showing the featured art for this episode above visit rebekahnemethy.com/artink4 to check it out.

Castbox and Podcast Addict are both apps I recommend that do show episode specific art.]

Links from the Show at a Glance:

Artist: Danielle Krysa

Title of Art: untitled

Artist’s Website: http://www.krysa.com/danielle/

Instagram: @daniellekrysaart

Danielle’s Podcast: The Jealous Curator

The first episode of Art Ink to hear the story of how The Jealous Curator podcast helped me solve a problem with this show

Art Ink Submission Guidelines: rebekahnemethy.com/artinksubs

Art Ink Podcast Transcript:

[Intro:]

Welcome back everyone! I’m thrilled you’re here to listen because I have a really fun story for you today.

Today’s featured artist is Danielle Krysa, and if you listened to the very first episode of this podcast, you’d know that her podcast, The Jealous Curator, had a hand in helping me figure out a problem I was having with this podcast and so I figured I just had to include some of her work in this podcast because, I mean, karma, right? She did me a favor, even though maybe not intentionally, so I figured I should pay her back somehow.

I found this piece on her Instagram and... let me just give you a little description to start us off:

[Art Description:]

This is a minimalistic mixed media piece with what looks like watercolor and acrylic paints with a splash of collage. A sailboat cutout is resting atop a cloud of aquamarine blue paint on the bottom right of the image. Pink and metallic bronze paints hover above and to the left of the sailing ship, resembling a distant sunset.

On Instagram, Danielle captioned her art: “some guys promised ‘sailing off into the sunset,’ but cap’n carl f’n delivered.” And so both the art and the caption had a part in creating the following story which features the cap’n carl I imagined.

[Story:]

I was NOT dreaming. I’d already done all the tests: pinched myself, read the same sign twice without scrambling the words or letters, I’d even closed my eyes, spun around, and opened them again to see the same scene.

I looked over the edge of the bow. The ship was floating on a shimmery, blue cloud of water so shallow it was translucent. I was on a magical journey, about to leave everything I’ve ever known.

Cap’n Carl had a skullet, you know, the balding man’s version of a mullet, and black holes where teeth used to be. The top of his head was like a dandelion, when the breeze would pick up, and the sails caught the wind, so too would large petals of peeling skin. They’d flutter and flap in the wind and, eventually release into the sky. I wondered if I might have a wish or two come true if blew on his head and managed to unhinge all the dead skin in one breath.

According to Cap’n Carl, though, my wishes were about to come true anyway. I was going to a place where time was infinite and money non-existent. It was still hard to believe, though, just as it would have been hard for anyone else to believe I’d be on a sailboat that soared through the sky... yet here I was, living that dream; passing clouds, chasing the sun’s bronze rays as it painted the clouds in our path.

Forever was a scary premise for most people, but not for me, there were too many stories inside me that still had to come out. And if I didn’t choose forever, I’d be choosing death. I’d be choosing to let my stories die with me. With the cancer that was cooking inside me, doctors estimated that in six months I’d be done.

According to Cap’n Carl, there was still time to change my mind. We had until sunset before there was no going back; all we had to do was walk the plank, metaphorically and literally speaking, and we’d instantly regress into our old lives.

We’d set sail with about a dozen other passengers. Most of them were also terminally ill, death-fearing people like me. But apparently, infinity was much scarier to them than death, because there was only one woman left aside from me. She was peering over the edge, her gaze switching between the setting sun and the sparkling sea below.

I looked back at Cap’n Carl, his smile was eager, but bordering on maniacal.

A splash sounded a...

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undefined - 3 - Still Dancing - A Short Story Inspired by Kathleen Clemons' Fine Art Photography

3 - Still Dancing - A Short Story Inspired by Kathleen Clemons' Fine Art Photography

[If your podcast app isn’t showing the featured art for this episode above visit rebekahnemethy.com/artink3 to check it out.

Castbox and Podcast Addict are both apps I recommend that do show episode specific art.]

Links from the Show at a Glance:

Artist: Kathleen Clemons

Title of Art: Still Dancing

Artist’s Website: http://kathleenclemonsphotography.com/

Instagram: @kathleenclemons

Art Ink Submission Guidelines: rebekahnemethy.com/artinksubs

Art Ink Podcast Transcript:

[Intro:]

What’s up everyone?! Welcome back to another episode of Art Ink! I’m thrilled to introduce to you today, one of my favorite fine art photographers, Kathleen Clemons. I’ve been a fan of Kathleen’s beautiful work since I had the opportunity to meet her at the Macro Photo Conference a few years ago.

The best way I can describe her work is to have you imagine what it would look like if Georgia O’Keefe’s florals and Monet’s soft texturized paintings had an art baby. Of course that doesn’t even touch on just how gorgeous Kathleen’s art really is. The word that comes to mind when I see her work is sensual.

Of course, that’s just my take on it. But you can can decide for yourself by looking at the cover art for this podcast episode... when you have time, of course, please don’t fiddle with you’re phone if you’re driving my dear. As usual I will start off by trying to capture the beauty of today’s featured piece in a brief description, before we dive into the story it sparked inside of me.

[Art Description:]

A red dying tulip diagonally poised against a pale pink background with abstract white brush strokes here and there. The pale green style and stigma stand tall in the center of the flower, wearing drooping petals like a modern dancer’s skirt. They are windswept, as if she were leaping across the photo.

When I first saw this flower, I immediately saw a dancer... but it’s the title of the photo, “Still Dancing,” that made me ask the question, why is she still dancing? This fictional story is the answer to that question.

[Story:]

If you only considered her face, the old woman looked peacefully confident. It was the thin, blue nightgown and even thinner, red-tinged hair, pointing in all different directions, that gave her sanity a question mark.

Her expression was intent as she scanned the bar and then, suddenly, her eyes widened in recognition, briefly, before they thinned to squinty slits, balancing her broadening smile.

She walked to the bar and hooked one of her thin, fragile arms onto Tom’s elbow. “Ricky,” she said, “ask them to play our song.”

“Alright, Mrs. McGillicuddy,” Tom said as he patted the top of her hand with his free one, “Tina,” he said directing his attention to me, “can you play Only You by The Platters please?”

I searched the music library, as Tom led the confused old woman to the middle of the floor. Surprisingly it popped up. I hit play.

Only after the music had started and the odd couple was gently swaying on the dance floor, did I dare to whisper to one of the other regulars. “Who is that? And why did she call him Ricky?”

“That’d be Mrs. McGillicuddy,” Billy answered, “and you’re going to want to call that number next to the phone.” He pushed his Bud Light into the air, in the general direction of the wall-mounted phone.

I turned around to find a Post-It note scrawled with the name Moira. I’d noticed the number before, but in the month that I’d been here, I’d simply assumed it was some regular’s unfortunate wife. Guess not.

I picked up the phone and started dialing.

“That’s her daughter,” Billy clarified, “just let her know her mom made her way over here.

I didn’t have to bother, though. She answered before the first ring had fully rung. “My mother’s there?” Moira rushed out.

“Yes.”

“I’ll be right there.”

I hung up the phone, and turned back to the bar.

“I suggest you put that song on repeat until Moira gets here.” Billy said, “It’s best to let her break the spell.”

I did as he said.

“Alzheimer’s.” he said, as if the period to his sentence.

Nobody spoke as the song ended and then began again. Mrs. McGillicuddy pulled away from Tom in the brief silence; peering up at him a bit perplexed, but as soon as the first notes filled the air once again, her face relaxed. She was back inside her comfortable dream.

Before the second instance of the song was halfway over, a middle-aged woman appeared in the doorway. She was a younger, sadder version of her mother, and her clothing was equally unsuit...

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undefined - 5 – Orion’s Metamorphosis – The Story Behind my Tattoo

5 – Orion’s Metamorphosis – The Story Behind my Tattoo

[If your podcast app isn’t showing the featured art for this episode above visit rebekahnemethy.com/artink5 to check it out.

Castbox and Podcast Addict are both apps I recommend that do show episode specific art.]

Links from the Show at a Glance:

Email me your favorite podcast app that shows episode specific artwork at [email protected]

1st Artist: Kaan Armutcu

Title of Art: Butterfly in “butter”

Instagram: @kaanthebald

2nd Artist: Jacqsun Jones

Title of Art: The Butterfly Constellation (it’s my tattoo!!)

Artist’s Website: dermapunct.com

Instagram: @dermapunct

I’d love to link you to Kaan’s Butterfly in “butter” painting (the inspiration behind the 1st story), but it appears he’s deleted most of his posts. You’ll just have to use your imagination.

Puttylike.com to find out more about what it means to be a multipotentialite.

Art Ink Submission Guidelines: rebekahnemethy.com/artinksubs

Art Ink Podcast Transcript:

[Intro:]

Hello, and welcome back to another episode of Art Ink. Before we even get started today, I have to give you a tech update. It seems like all of the big podcast listening apps suck, and I suppose I just got lucky with Podcast Addict. I didn’t have time to test apps... ok I didn’t remember to test apps, before I launched the first few episodes of Art Ink. But I assumed since my “obscure android app” showed individual art for each episode, that it was pretty much standard on all podcast players. Nope, not so much, and I’ve since found out that Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts, and Stitcher do not show episode specific art. Spotify shows artwork, but doesn’t include links in the shownotes, which appear as a giant unformatted mess of text, but hopefully that will change soon as they improve and update the Spotify app.

Anyway, this isn’t to complain but to let you know a couple of ways that you can check out the featured art easily if your app sucks! You can 1) click the link in the shownotes or 2) download one of the apps I recommend

So the easiest way to see the art is to visit the link in the show notes, how you get there will vary in every podcast player, but you want to read the episode description in full. The very 1st line of text in the shownotes includes a link to my website. If you’re not seeing any of this you can always just manually type it into your browser it’ll always be rebekahnemethy.com/artink – and then the episode number that you’re trying to look up. So that’s (repeat the web address) and I’ll spell it for you quick: r-e-b-e-k-a-h-n-e-m-e-t-h-y-dot-com-slash-art-ink-5 for example if you wanted to look up this episode.

And if you’re just agitated with your sucky app try one of these:

My favorite app for listening to podcasts is Podcast Addict, it’s free and awesome, but it’s only available for Android devices. (I’m not getting paid to say that by the way, it’s just that it’s the app I’ve been using ever since I discovered my first podcast.)

If you have an iPhone you can use Castbox, and so far this is the only app I’ve found that shows episode art and the shownotes the way I originally intended for you to see them... huuh, that’ll teach me to have expectations, right? Probably not.

If you’re using a different app and everything I’m talking about is showing up for you, please email me and let me know about it [email protected] so I can share with everyone else. And make sure to include what phone you’re using.

Ok, enough of that, let’s move onto today’s show.

Today you’re getting a bonus, because this episode actually includes two stories. Ya see, I was so excited to begin creating this podcast that I let all the inspiration intoxicate me and wrote the first few stories before I ever asked any of the artists if I could share their work on the show. I got lucky, and our first few artists were more than happy to be included, but I haven’t been able to get in touch with the artist I’d planned on featuring today. So I don’t feel comfortable using his work without permission, but the art is beautiful, and the story is written and recorded, so I’ve decided to experiment with the format and give you a themed episode today. And our theme is butterfly art.

The first story, Flutterby, is flash fiction inspired by an oil painting, but unlike our previous e...

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