the sourcerer: The Sourcerer Turns One.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

The Sourcerer Turns One.

A big thank you to the man with the generous heart for insisting, gently, but over and over again: Lil, you should write a blog. So, one afternoon, a year ago, I sat down and started a blog about sourcing props for the film industry, mostly from the Milnerton boot sale. Over time, it has turned into something else. I couldn't explain to you exactly what, but it's still about finding stuff and it's changed my life.

It warms my heart when you write to me and phone me and come up to talk to me at the supermarket.

Thanks for reading.

❤

9 comments:

Chris said...: and here's to many more! I hope you never stop. x
btw: my mom is now a fan. :-); February 16, 2011 at 7:13 AM
Petro said...: Ja, asseblief. Moenie ophou nie. Dit sit 'n huppel in my stap om elke oggend gou te lees wat jy kwyt raak. Doe zo voort!; February 16, 2011 at 9:23 AM
the sourcerer said...: dankie julle. x; February 16, 2011 at 9:58 AM
ckzero said...: just.don't.stop; February 16, 2011 at 12:19 PM
Roy said...: happy birthday ma'am...; February 16, 2011 at 9:35 PM
Anna said...: happy day!; February 17, 2011 at 7:53 AM
Marie said...: Happy birthday, Sourcerer :-); February 20, 2011 at 4:59 AM
tanjawilmot said...: happy birthday whizzy writings ! and many more; February 20, 2011 at 9:12 PM
the sourcerer said...: thank you ladies!; February 21, 2011 at 8:31 AM

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You could tend a garden at night, only at night, pouring dark water onto leaves, and into the earth, like pouring midnight onto midnight. You could hold your soil-stained hands up to the moon. The stars would gleam on the bottom of the shovel. It would smell the same as a daytime garden - it would smell green, violet, red, white. But come back, in daylight. Come back, to see the colours without closing your eyes.
- Sean Michaels. Accompaniment to the song "Immune" by LOW. Said the Gramophone

Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don't bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: "It's not where you take things from - it's where you take them to."
Jim Jarmusch (1953- )

You got very hungry when you did not eat enough in Paris because all the bakery shops had such good things in the windows and people ate outside at tables on the sidewalk so that you saw and smelled the food. When you had given up journalism and were writing nothing that anyone in America would buy, explaining at home that you were lunching out with someone, the best place to go was the Luxembourg gardens where you smelled and saw nothing to eat all the way from the Place de l'Observatoire to the rue de Vaugirard. There you could always go into the Luxembourg museum and all the paintings were sharpened and clearer and more beautiful if you were belly-empty, hollow-hungry. I learned to understand Cézanne much better and to see truly how he made landscapes when I was hungry. I used to wonder if he were hungry too when he painted; but I thought possibly it was only that he had forgotten to eat. It was one of those unsound but illuminating thoughts you have when you have been sleepless or hungry. Later I thought that Cézanne was probably hungry in a different way.
Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961) - from A Moveable Feast.