Hayley Buzek
Stories (5/0)
The spirit of creation and its' affect on mental health
Rock n' roll and mental health awareness have one thing in common, society has taken its' time to accept both. I have anxiety in the same way I love rock n' roll... I just always have. At the end of everything, everyone has that one thing that quiets the chaos inside of them. That something is a way to express self care and self love, as well as a way to spread love for the human experience. For me, that is the liquid light show, a dying art made famous by early rock n' roll. The liquid light show was made famous by the hippies, looking for the psychedelic visual counterpart to bands like Led Zepplin and Pink Floyd. It was a strange fusion of art and basic chemistry, all glued together via an overhead projector and colored fluids. I knew I loved doing it and I loved how raw I could be with it.
By Hayley Buzek3 years ago in Psyche
How to open a portal and go back in time
When I arrive at a live show, nobody ever knows quite what to make of me. What exactly am I going to do with an old analog projector, pyrex dishes, and food coloring? My sarcastic answer is always that I'm going to open a portal to the past, and even though I'm joking, there is a tinge of truth in that answer! I'm a liquid light show artist, meaning I use basic chemistry to mix colorful water and oil and project the image onto a wall behind a live music act. The craft is not often something many people have ever heard of, but it used to be one of the most important parts of live music in the 60's and 70's.
By Hayley Buzek3 years ago in FYI
Metamorphosis
The inexplicable grandeur of watching a new spring season bloom before your eyes is unlike anything else. There is something very fragile and fleeting about the moment a butterfly decides to land in front of you. The beautiful splendor of watching the insect floating effortlessly, pollen jettisoned into the air around it. You start to notice the ways in which you mirror it. Each move seemingly unconscious yet purposeful. Your life is lived in cycles, much like the metamorphosis of a butterfly, each new phase restoring you a brand new body. The truth is that life operates in cycles within you and without you, and those cycles transcend the mortal body. When you die, your body becomes an effigy for what is contained within. When you are gone, you return to the Earth to feed and support its' new life. You exist as a breath of fresh life in this world, individual, yet supporting the whole.
By Hayley Buzek3 years ago in Earth
Love in technicolor
Baptize me in your blue eyes. Engulf me in the depths of your cerulean sea. With each curling wave, I whisper “this must be love,” as the water fills my lungs. The lower I sink, the more alienated I become from the beautiful shades of aquamarine that drew me in.
By Hayley Buzek3 years ago in Poets