Kris Halpin’s Adventures In Music, Technology & Disability.

Eyvind Earle, IRL.

Keen observers may remember my obsession w/ the great Eyvind Earle – his estate granted me permission to use some of his paintings in the look of Winter Of ’82, like here:

Earle started out at Disney, famously developing the concept art for Sleeping Beauty, with a really distinct surrealist take on nature, and trees especially:

Today, on family vacay, I was lost in magic here:

And what do I see? Those surreal, rectangular Eyvind Earle trees, right there, IRL.

As if the place wasn’t magical enough; it even made my inner art geek happy. Perfect.

Check out more of Earle’s magical works here.

Lyrics: Hold Your Kiss

There’s obviously something very skeuomorphic about putting hand written lyrics on your screens, but I’m bored of typing. There’s something delicate about it to – you can see the effort for what it is, I hope.

Anyway, here it is: Hold Your Kiss.

The Problem with (Stock) Photos of Disabled People.

This is the new depressing vortex of ableism I’ve fell into. Stock photos of disabled people.

Except these are not disabled people. They’re non-disabled actors, showing what it must be (must be!) to be one of them poor disabled people we keep hearing about.

I’ll skip the ludicrous “suffering” narrative, and cut straight to the issue of the wheelchairs.

  • That’s not how self powered wheelchair users people actually sit. That’s really uncomfortable. You’ve just plonked your arse in a chair, like you’re waiting for the dentist.
  • The chairs! I don’t know ANYONE who uses those kind of chairs because *drum roll* they are not suitable for permanent use. These are the £200 chairs they lend out at hospitals and supermarkets. Nobody could use these full time. For reference, here’s a (stock) photo of my new wheelchair:
  • And here’s the typical stock photo wheelchair:
  • Just, no. Tragically there must be people who spend all day in one of these kind of chairs, but this is not a safe/comfortable full time chair.
  • I feel for the ad agencies, though. It must be so hard to find real disabled people who are willing to be represented and do an honest day’s work. ESPECIALLY young disabled people. I mean, where are they? I’m sure the ad agencies have tried hard, but hiring a non-disabled actor and buying a cheap wheelchair was obviously a last resort. No other explanation. The media wouldn’t ignore an entire group of people, would they?
  • Here’s some of my “favourites” – I’m *really* disappointed to report that some of these I found on disability focused websites/orgs. If they can’t get it right, where do we start with mainstream media?
  • Got any other ludicrous images of disability that annoy you? Tweet me @krishalpin – I can’t promise my head won’t explode though…
  • Gently coaxed back to life.

    Refining lyrics to a song I love dearly that never got a chance to be heard. It’s time is now. Coaxing abandoned lyrics into something meaningful and in this moment is macro level work; ever so gently with the details… and I’m sure I’m not done yet. Tonight’s the deadline though! This is a job, after all…

    Another strange aspect to this; it actually makes more sense to my life now, than when I first tried to write it. So strange how songs can do that. It feels like I wasn’t ready to say it. It suddenly feels alive again. It feels now.

    BEHOLD! The Invisible Guitar II

    I’ll save the hows and whys for another post. For now, I’m just really excited to pull this off – I’ve wanted to play big riffs with the Gloves for the longest time. It’s HUGE FUN

    Fragments.

    I love love LOVE geometric artwork. Something delicate revealing itself in hard lines; the deliberate incompleteness of edges, like the meaning is concentrated in the centre… it’s magic. These portraits by Dave Merrell are beautiful. More on his Behance profile.