You don’t need to be a genius, you just need to be yourself. That’s the message from Austin Kleon, a young writer and artist who knows that creativity is everywhere, creativity is for everyone. A manifesto for the digital age, Steal Like an Artist is a guide whose positive message, graphic look and illustrations, exercises, and examples will put readers directly in touch with their artistic side.
When Mr. Kleon was asked to address college students in upstate New York, he shaped his speech around the ten things he wished someone had told him when he was starting out. The talk went viral, and its author dug deeper into his own ideas to create Steal Like an Artist, the book. The result is inspiring, hip, original, practical, and entertaining. And filled with new truths about creativity: Nothing is original, so embrace influence, col- lect ideas, and remix and re-imagine to discover your own path. Follow your interests wherever they take you. Stay smart, stay out of debt, and risk being boring—the creative you will need to make room to be wild and daring in your imagination.
Finding this beer at any market is like catching a Mew in the original Pokemon games. It’s one of the most sought-after IPAs, period! No other beer sells out of their stock within 24 hours like this beer does. Best Friday the 13th ever. I am gonna savor the hell out of this beer. 👍🍺 (at KhensoHaüs)
Today, I ended up with a Romanesco broccoli. The numbers of spirals on its head is a Fibonacci number, and I’m kinda nervous to cook it. (at Giant Farmers Market)
Old song, but most likely a new song for most. I’ve had this song on repeat for the past couple days!
Packed and all eyes turned in, no one to see on the quay
No one waving for me just the shoreline receding
Ticket in my hand, thinking wish I didn’t hand it in
'Cause who said sailing is fine?
Leaving behind all the faces that I might replace
If I tried on that long ride
Looking deep inside but I don’t want to look so deep inside yet
Sit down, sit down on the prow to wave bye
There might not be another star further on the line
Look out, look out at each town that glides by
And there’s another crowd to drown in crying eyes
And see how that light you love now just won’t shine
There might just be another star that’s high and far in some other sky
We sing, “Is that marionette real enough yet
To step off of that set to decide what her hands might be doing?
Ruining the play, to in the ensuing melee escape.”
We packed up all of our bags
The ship’s deck now sags from the weight of our tracks
As we pace beneath flags black and battered
Rattling our swords in service of some faded foreign lord
And we sail out on orders from him but we find
The maps he sent to us don’t mention lost coastlines
Where nothing we’ve actually seen has been mapped or outlined
And we don’t recognize the names upon these signs
And every night finds us rocking and rolling on waves wild and wide
Well, we have lost our way, nobody’s gonna say it outright