Spooky Sam
Tag: Art
Reach
The saying goes that you should never let your reach get beyond your grasp. The idea is that you will risk too much for a gain that may be achieved with patience and a time. And this is a fair thing to say and, in its way, very wise. While not every endeavor is as… Continue reading Reach
The Why
Earlier today I saw a friend re-post something an author had written on ye olde social network about what their WHY was for writing and it is something all authors really need to know and understand. I mean, heck, all people, especially artists, should take a moment to ask why they do the things that… Continue reading The Why
The Art Of The Word
There is a strange misconception when it comes to, well, Art in general but writing in particular. You walk into a bookstore or look online and there’s Fiction, and Literary Fiction, and then the many types of genre fiction. It’s a strange dichotomy. The notion that a horror novel cannot be literary or a literary… Continue reading The Art Of The Word
A Game Of Expectations
There are days, like today, where I am glad I am out of the convention game. For the five years that we did shows locally I loved them. I loved ALMOST the entire process. Almost. But I loved it. Now that it’s over I miss it, for sure, but I can live with missing it… Continue reading A Game Of Expectations
The Distance of Dreams
If you are lucky enough to have a dream in life you realize that eventually you must let that dream go. It doesn’t mean that you failed or that the dream failed but that you must move forward from that dream. The hope is that you got to live it, to some degree, and can… Continue reading The Distance of Dreams
The Brutal We
It’s hard to see where things took the turn, but turn they have. There’s a sort of casual brutality that has become like a skip in a record and we’ve yet to pick the needle up, as if we like the monotonous drone more than the tune itself. And this doesn’t come from someone who… Continue reading The Brutal We
The Well Of Ignorance
We all have our wells of ignorance that sit at the core of who we are. That well’s foundation is built by our family, by our school, our church, our friends, and society. The foundation is built many times from good intentions, an effort to keep us from perceived dangers and threats but those good… Continue reading The Well Of Ignorance
The Lies We Tell Tomorrow
When I said I would publish no more books I meant it. I still wrote, I still write, and that won't change. I am a writer. I write. Kinda goes together. But the notion of being one those people that has a library of their own books that don't sell doesn't appeal to me. I… Continue reading The Lies We Tell Tomorrow
Weaponized Apathy
We seem to find ourselves in a malaise these dark, late winter days. The boils that have lay festering on the American psyche have burst in recent years and have spread a silent rage and aching apathy. Too many years we have ignored rising issues and instead of talking about the issues we have hidden… Continue reading Weaponized Apathy
The Art of the Art
A question asked almost as much as What Is Art is What Is The Artist. And if any questions were valid, these two were. The problem though is that we get so caught in our examinations that we forget that art is also meant to be appreciated. Art isn’t a biological specimen to be poked… Continue reading The Art of the Art
The Art of Art
The Art of Art In the rush to embrace the next trend, crown the next genius, and jump on the next bandwagon I think we forget that art is about you. Or rather You. Art is a lot of things, so many things that people get years of schooling just to tell others what is… Continue reading The Art of Art
Pulling Down The Tents
Pulling Down The Tents The thing you never think about when you do your little dreaming is – what happens if you get to live that dream? What then? Good question. Though first, let’s take a moment and appreciate the dreams when we can live them. It’s not all the time, unless you have very… Continue reading Pulling Down The Tents
The Spooky World of Chris Ringler 