Trip the Light Fantastic
James Eads is a multi-disciplinary artist with a passion for both art and design. In his work, James challenges the concrete
reality that we live in – he plays with color and motion to form a world of believable fiction and like a map to this new world,
his pieces act as illustrations for something previously unknown.
James Grew up in Los Angeles and lives in Brooklyn. He works as a freelance illustrator and produces a flurry of musically
inspired art. He is currently available for commission work.
TRIP THE LIGHT FANTASTIC
The wind brings life on this warm summer night,
pushing back further the return of the light.
We could trip and dance in nearly sixty six ways,
light and nimble in this space between two days.
But nights even like this must come to an end
so it’s in this moment I’ll choose to suspend:
the weightlessness of our final hours,
as we glide above these secret flowers.
We’ll find comfort in nighttime’s warm embrace
and have this be our go-to-place.
When things are looking dauntingly dark
here is the light we stole from midnight park.
Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros
Zeros’ June 13th tour date in Buffalo, NY.
a bird mocking frog, indeed, what a peculiar view
This dream like land is littered with blues
a paradise alive, lost if i choose
Twice haunting eyes watch in a slippery cave
my own demise must be a water filled grave
Theres a spot in this river where the magic runs thicker
with the fireflies abuzz making me sicker
Taunted and badgered by birds all the same
they glow and they bicker calling my name
And the cattails dance singing of sweet sorrow
while moths gloat shining the light they borrow
I grant I may be more lost and a stranger
scared and alone in an everglade danger
There’s a point on the horizon where you can’t seem to see me
but theres a sky in this river where I can see clearly
If this moon’s a mirage, then the birds must be too
I’ll close my eyes tight and then calm will ensue
Why do they tease, why won’t they clear?
will they leave me alone if I admit what I fear?
That the world I once knew is no longer here?
As the stars and the birds watch me below,
I realize I left myself long ago
At least with certain I can avow
there will be no more birds now.
while the magic and beauty are really in ourselves…And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare
feet and the winds long to play with your hair.”