The Artist’s Drip | building a creative empire & life

I have said it countless times already, and with many more waiting ahead:

If writer’s block came in a bottle, I’d pay for that.
A lot.”

And the reason is very simple;
Because creativity is really the last thing you need building a business.

Consistency.
Connection.
Showing up.
Being visible.
Having a plan.
Being resilient.
Being smart, and I mean the intelligent kind of smart, not the Productivity Is My Religion kind of smart where the letters stands for Specific, Measurable, Achievable, Realistic, and Timely goalsetting.

Something that will appeal to few people who call themselves creatives. My guess is each and every one of us would rather burn our whole body of work to the ground, and pick up a job in the weapon industry, than to start setting “smart” goals.
Unless of course setting smart goals and monitoring data is your actual creative expression!
Then this is your art, and you should totally own that.
But I doubt if you do “smarting” with all your heart, it is still the optimization tool others claim it to be.

Your smart has become art.

And it may have you crying out to the heavens that if the ability to NOT look at numbers and to not invest every waking minute monitoring your numbers, you would pay for that.
A lot.
Just like I did with my writer’s block.

So I think all these extra free bonus sentences, clogging up the rhythm of this “info-piece”, is already a great example of how the creative mind (in this case mine) is different to the productive, goal driven mind.

If we had asked AI to write this piece it would probably have done a great job at writing a coherent, easy to read, concise piece.
That you would have read in its entirety, whereas I’m guessing 30% of readers will have stopped by now (so congratulations if you’re still here!) or is browsing, skipping, to the actual model of the creative drip.

And that’s great too.

You know why it is great you are currently sighing and struggling your way through this post?
Wondering why the f I cannot just come to the point?

Because that, is your problem too.

Your creativity expresses, expands, grows, flows, creates just for the sheer joy of it.
Not for the job, of it.
It has no sense of time, and it doesn’t even have a sense of purpose other than this desire to feel the rush of being into the realms of knowing you’re doing your highest work.

The joy of being lifted out of your daily grind to new heights and never explored worlds.

But it are these (daily?) trips to Lalaland, that make it so hard to navigate the capitalist waters while also being a secret frequent flyer of the realms most people will never go.

For the sake of this piece, I will limit my focus to those overwhelmed by a desire to create something which we all recognize at creativity.
Writing, painting, designing, and so on.

But in truth, the areas of creative expression are infinite such as activism, curating someone else’s work (for example in Bon Jovi fandom we have multiple fans who do this work), and so on.
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So the flow captivating us and transporting us to higher realms, is definitely not limited to activities that result in “art”, in the narrow sense.

And it is THIS flow where whatever it is that you do, pulls you in and doesn’t let go, that is YOUR art (whatever it is) and that is the TOP layer of your Artist’s Drip.

Imagine a coffee drip.

Everything that goes on top, drips down to the bottom.

Your purest, most natural, most irresistible expression, is the thing you are pouring on top.
So it’s not wasted at all.
It’s just that because it is so natural to us as boiling hot water to everyone who owns a kettle, we fail to see how this is a suburb resource, and essential in order to get a working coffee drip!

we’ll call this top level Self-Expression
it’s where you do whatever creative expression comes naturally to you

Then we get to the second level where we do everything that relates to money and building a business.
Here we work what we have already poured in under one, package it up, write a sales page for it.
Here we make your work user-friendly, provide context and so on.
We give it whatever it needs, or we take from it whatever we can use for our commercial endeavors.

Here you may also find activities that you wouldn’t normally do, or that are not part of your core creative expression, but that you know connect you to your buying audience.
All content creation falls under this category, and this is why you see why it is a drip-> all content created as your primary creative expression automatically drips down to the second level.

we’ll call this second level Business
it’s where you do whatever is needed to build your audience and sales

Then we move down to the third level, and this is where your belonging and connection comes in.
It doesn’t have anything to do with your commercial or artistic success, and is about being loved and appreciated by your family, friends, partner, lovers, colleagues, neighbors and so on.

The reason it is low in the filter or drip, is because it doesn’t go back up. It doesn’t feed into those top to layers, but the top layers do trickle down here.
If you have 1 and 2 in place, you will find yourself having an easier “job” maintaining your personal relationships, than if you haven’t found your voice (layer 1) and are struggling with the business side of things.

But you will find your time spent on this layer to trickle down directly, building your LIFE (the cup of coffee)
Some relationships at the layer of connection will come straight from your highest work (level 1) or be clients as well (level 2), but many will be unrelated to your work under 1 and 2.

we’ll call this third level Connection
it’s where you maintain relationships with everyone who is important to you

And then there is a fourth level.
And I have no idea if everyone will want this, but I am definitely including it, because if you do want it;
This one, needs its own focus, plan, budget and so on.

Do you want your work to be preserved?
Live on after you die?
Then you need to start planning for this.

If you want only the work itself to be preserved, you can look for ways to sell it or give it to archives or museums.
But if you want the work to remain active/current, and its message to go on, then you need business models that can stay up after you retire or die.
Ones that generate enough money to pay for a curator or commercial director, whose work it will be to helm your work.
Or you can sell the rights to your work off for a high enough price, so that the new owner has an interest in monetizing them.
It is the potential of your work to keep making money, which will ensure its  place in the spotlight.

we’ll call this final level Legacy
it’s where you do what is necessary for your work to outlive you 

Knowing these four levels, Self-Expression (1), Business (2), Connection (3) and Legacy (4) does not solve their conflict over resources.
Something you will frequently be facing.

But it makes it easier to surrender to the task at hand, whether that is giving into your passion (level 1), something that will ultimately drip down, directly contributing to all other levels and is the core ingredient to your delicious cup of Life Coffee!

Or whether it is diligently setting time aside to publish your collected work, a book that will stay in print forever, level 4 (your legacy).

Whether it is showing up every day to sell what you have and run your business (level 2), or making it a daily habit to answer messages from family and friends and be there for your loved ones (level 3).

The four levels of The Artist’s Drip cannot just help you stay afloat in the challenging waters of living authentically in a consumer driven world;

It can help you raise the sails and set course to the harbors that you actually, and deeply, care about. 

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Suzanne L. Beenackers
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21st century: This is the furthest in I go | Gen X Diary 2024 07 22 episode 2

This blogposts marks the ending, of how far deep into the 21st century I am prepared to go.
And the beginning of a conscious conservation and preservation of things that will be left behind by the collective.
Including a return to my own, 20th century self.

Where I have seen countless astrological and other predictions that the world is moving into higher dimensions, higher vibrations, and that it is picking up speed, and how Artificial Intelligence and other technological innovations will be catalysts or manifestations of what is described as the New World;
I am not coming.

I’m not falling behind but making a conscious choice to stay. As if I am on the shore and waving the rest goodbye.
And although in reality our worlds will stay together, or at least I expect them to remain parallel, something will change.
I just don’t know yet how that is going to look, but I know what my trajectory will be, and I know why I make this choice.

The first part of my journey, will be to start moving backwards, because the 22nd July 2024 is in many ways already too far in.
My life already has a massive number of elements and habits that do not belong in the container of 20th century life, that I want to be.

If I want to become the embodiment of 20th century life, the container of the skills, the mindset, and the ability to be in, and to hold, the 3D just like we could hold it in the 20th century;
Then there are things I need to let go of, such as checking my phone or mindless scrolling.

My use of technology needs to be limited to what I need to get my message out into the world, and to communication that feels wholesome and important.
Or very functional.

But there is also an understanding that I cannot afford to waste time jumping on newer things, which will fail.
I need to be the last person jumping on new technology, because only then can I be certain the investment is worth it.
That the new technology is solid and will last me into the 21st century for as long as possible and for the broadest purpose possible.

For example, since a few weeks, I have a Stripe account, which is a bank account that includes an automated billing program, allowing me to receive digital payments from all over the world.
Stripe is far better than international bank transfers will ever be and I no longer have to make bills.

And I have three YouTube channels, which I expect will allow me to share my teachings with the world for a very long time.

I hope Stripe and YouTube will last me a lifetime, the same hope I have for my social media. But since I intend to live for another 52 years, I understand that new technology may appear that is a necessary addition.
I’m not locking myself up in a 20th century cave, and intend to add what needs to be added to make my work of living in the 20th century meaningful for the 21st.
And to stay professionally active until a few years before my death.

The elements of being a 20th century writer, dropped in place first!

This means that I will specialize in writing without using Google but by studying books on the topics I want to write about, and/or reading interviews (with Bon Jovi) or watching documentaries or interviews on YouTube.

These topics are; 20th century, in particular the 80s and 90s, Generation X, yoga and Bon Jovi and other rock music.

As a Rock Star writer, I want my contribution to my Rock Star topics, to be an authentic, 20th century one. Even though I am obviously not a purist.
But I want to fill my mind like a database, creating a narrative about the topics I study, an understanding of 20th century Bon Jovi, but also Guns N’ Roses and Lenny Kravitz.

I want to be able to tell the story of 20th century Bon Jovi, Lenny Kravitz and Guns N’ Roses, and since I plan to stay alive and active for so long, I will fortunately have decades, to get my head around this!
Because this is of course a very difficult assignment I am giving myself.

But I am also setting a similar goal for the area of yoga, and for creating a 20th century life that can HOLD, that 20th century yoga.

Conserving, teaching, and living 20th century yoga, is another reason why I have to be mindful and discerning with what 21st century things will be going into my day, and into my head.
Even more than the mastering of the rock star topics, 20th century yoga requires vast amounts of consciousness.

Imagine how empty, how free of frantic thinking my mind was, when I took my first yoga class at the end of the 20th century.
That yoga could land somewhere…..

In particular because I had been inspired by Madonna’s 1998 Ray of Light album, and by Madonna being an advocate for yoga.
She spoke about it in all her interviews, and the record had a song based on the mantra of Ashtanga yoga.
But more than anything it was her body which communicated what yoga was.

When I started yoga, the idea of yoga, had already been planted firmly in my head.
Again, where for the love of God, would we be able to hold space for an idea of something, months before we move into the actual doing of it?
We can’t.
The space is no longer there.

So if I want to in any way become the holder, the messenger, the teacher, of 20th century yoga, the first thing I must be doing is to create space in this overly busy mind.
I have to let go of everything, that does not serve becoming a 20th century writer or a 20th century yoga teacher.

And for that reason I can no longer be moving forward into the 4D, 5D, I will not be living in the New World.
Not move with everybody into the Age of Aquarius.

I will stay where I am, as I carefully plan my journey and anticipate what I will be needing.
But I do know one thing.

This week will mark the moment where the journey will no longer be going forward;
It will be going back.

.
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Live Like Tyler | Gen X Diary 2024 07 19 episode 1

When I started this series, I did not yet know about the worldwide computer fallout.
I had been living offline, in what I considered the first steps of this project to living as if in the 20th century.
Or to at least to be a digital minimalist, and to be mindful about checking the news.

Today’s computer crash had been going on for hours, before I noticed it.

But it does make it a good day to start this project in the footsteps of the movie Fight Club, which features Project Mayhem;
Independent cells of activists, all attaching capitalist institutions in a series of bombings.
It’s how the movie Fight Club ends.

And today, with another global meltdown, is when our new story of Fight Club begins.
How this diary, begins.

What will follow, is what I wrote for you, prior.
Before I knew there was a computer meltdown today.
Before I knew the Universe, God or fate;
Has all of our reborn-nihilist backs.

“The things you own end up owning you.”

Welcome to Fight Club.

~Suzanne Beenackers
Gen X diarist

 

Live Like Tyler

Gen X Diary 2024 07 19 episode 1

.
How can I be anything but humble, when 25 years later all I have for you is:

“We need to go back to Fight Club.
This is what we need to hear and there is nothing anyone of us can add to its message that would not be redundant, conflicting, or flat out misleading.”

I’m guessing all Generation X-ers, born between 1965 and 1980, who loved that movie, will look around realizing they failed Fight Club’s message.
They had a chance against 21st century’s new consumerism trickery, where our need for online social likability and our obsession with what other people are doing has reached appalling levels;
Yet did we live up that wisdom?

Can we honestly say we used Fight Club’s message?
That we are the ones not installing all those apps on our phones?

The ones not scrolling?
Using social media and online opportunities to create freedom, even if it is just for ourselves;
Or do we let it cage us?
Exactly like the IKEA catalog had the character of Jack enslaved, every time he came home after a day at work and needed to compulsively buy furniture to alleviate the restlessness of his soul.

Is our current state anything else than a testimony that despite having the exact right age in 1999, to receive the message when it was there
– that young professionals are stepping onto the dangerous wheel of working meaningless jobs in order to earn money to buy stuff they do not need –
we learned nothing.

The answer is No.
It is nothing else.

Our current state of owning more than in 1999 and engaging more in meaningless social structures, is the testimony that we indeed learned nothing.

So there is that side of realizing that I and all others who felt the truth of the message of Fight Club at a visceral level, did shockingly little with it.

But there is also another side to how I feel, which I would label;
Accomplished.
Happy.
Expectant.
Because this Gen X diary, as modest as I feel its beginnings are right now, it is the result of having thought about “this” for a very long time.
Where “this” stands for a very broad question of what the fuck went wrong.
And “long” for at least about four, five years.

And the pieces of the puzzle I had did indeed look similar to what this diary will be about, which is to implement Fight Club’s wisdom into the 2024 reality and live accordingly.
These earlier elements of what ultimately has become this project, were:
-toying with the idea of living a 20th century life.
-an understanding I had to be in the Now.
-creating my own concept of Space-time consciousness, the ability to “hold” blocks of time, and in an actual 3D space. 

But living a 2024 life inspired by principles of the movie Fight Club, has all those elements in them.
But better.

Because the three elements mentioned are all executional. They’re all an operationalization of a bigger truth.
When the movie Fight Club brings me back to the bigger truth I have been hunting for in all those years. 

It is, of course, the message, the bigger truth, of Freedom.

“I am free in all the ways that you are not.”
Fight Club’s Tyler Durden tells Jack.

The question I need to start asking myself, is not:
“Is this something I could have done in the 20th century?”
It is not:
“Am I in the Now, when I do this?”
Not:
“Am I holding space-time in the 3D?”

It is simple, it is unchanging, and it is the same question that should have been at the top of every young professional’s mind in 1999, and every Gen X-er grappling with 2024 life.

The question to live life well is:
“Does this liberate me?”

Because the message of Fight Club in 1999, was one word.

Freedom.

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Suzanne L. Beenackers
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The Male Muse | The Secret Diary episode 1 (free/ open)

📷19 March 2023

I’m back!
Exactly like a little over two weeks ago, when for a few short days I could celebrate the return of lightheartedness, silliness, but above all of overwhelming happiness, that had always been mine until in 2018 the ground fell away from underneath me and suddenly;
“It” wasn’t mine anymore.
I was gone.
And not in a Buddhist-dissolving-the-ego kind of way, but in an everything-that-made-me-human, kind of way.

The blueprint of who I was had switched to its negative, and positivity became the exception, instead of the core of who I was.

The very short version of the story (leaving out loss and recovery of physical health as well), is that last month I found out what medication I needed (Femme hormones!) and they changed my life around.

Until a week of debilitating and entirely avoidable stress kicked in, and I found myself back on the concrete of misery overnight.
Clawing my way back, and understanding that although the pills were a miracle cure, they did require a price to be paid, to be effective:
I would need to regulate my life.

Every time I would let the events that had caused the stress, to happen again, I would be choosing losing another two weeks of my life.
On top of the 6 years that were already down the drain.

I needed to clean up, clear out, and to stop letting the ugliness of the world in so carelessly. An ugliness that had not bothered me at all, in the previous years, because it had given me an opportunity to crack my mind over it.
To think of a solution.
To get involved.
Or the very least: To lose myself in a roast/ rant about it.

For six years, my baseline emotion had been rage.
Constructive rage, funny rage, rage where people could warm themselves by and feel acknowledged for the unnamed pain they had felt, and I put words to.
It was a world I had never lived in, and I honestly wondered how I had managed to miss it!

There had been something fascinating about waking up in such an ugly place. It was like it gave me permission to unleash the darkest most diabolical Self and presented an intellectual challenge to boot.
Its novelty made reality something I studied with undivided attention, but I loved poking where the loopholes were.

Every year, I understood its dynamics better.
And I learned to wield the knowledge like a sword.

You could even say I had weaponized my rage into a thing of beauty, but all the time I was aware it was far from beautiful.
That the negative can never be a positive, and that although I was happy with how much I could bring to the world (for the first time I felt of use!);
It wasn’t me.

Real me doesn’t live here.
Never has.

I lost real me in 2018, then had her return for a few days which was such a profoundly moving experience… Suddenly I was myself again! And this was also the moment I could see, how NOT myself I had been since 2018.
And the world regained its ethereal beauty, and I regained my lighthearted happiness.

And then the stress kicked in.
My reckless behavior caused what I will call “Happy Suzy” to leave, “Dark Suzy” immediately taking her place again, pushing all the things back in place, cancelling appointments, writing watertight letters and making practical plans.

With the storm under control, today, after 2 weeks of Dark Suzy, is the first day I can feel Happy Suzy again!
And although I see I need Dark Suzy, and can definitely not live without her pragmatic, no bs skills, I also know that Happy Suzy is required as well.

I do not want to lose another day to the ugliness that kills Happy Suzy, and summons armed-to-the-teeth Dark Suzy, taking over my life.
And today, I really do know how to do that;

With male muses, as a representation of what makes Happy Suzy, happy. The thing she will stay for.

Because muses or men in general, are mutually exclusive to Dark Suzy. Dark Suzy does not care for men, unless they are either powerful adversaries or equally powerful allies.
She doesn’t have sex with them, she just bonds with them, conspires with them or she fights them.
She’s a fighter not a lover.

A striking thing about the 6 years I was “her” was that my emotional life flatlined. I have fallen in love twice, and I had a lover as well (whom I had met before that time), but it was like I couldn’t really enjoy it, or them, anymore.
There was a vital part of deep caring and emotional commitment and involvement that just wasn’t there.

Falling in love, living for love, and being inspired by a man, would be my markers of having regained my pre-2018 life.

And then this morning a video on YouTube about muses (The Anatomy of a Muse 19:24) made me recognize that although I speak of lovers, not boyfriends or partners, there was actually an even better word.

That what I am on the lookout for, to give Happy Suzy a new life, are not just men, they are;

muses

The video made me reflect on the men in my life, past and present, that I still consider muses, and how my relationship to them seems so different to what they have with other women.

Or let me rephrase that, because that is not entirely correct, because the way they feel or relate to me, is not necessarily different to how they relate to other women. Any measurable indicator (time spent, commitment given) would even tell you I have been of less importance  to them, with which I am fine.
But the way I relate to them, seems so different to what I have seen other women asking of these men.
None of them have asked them to inspire them.

I know multiple female writers who work under alter-ego, just like me, but even among them I only know one who protects the erotic space she and her lover are having.
One, aware of the invisible pillars holding their house of love.

She makes sure their love stays under the cover of this erotic universe, and is not taken into the relentless brightness of reality.
She is the guardian of an affair that is not necessarily a secret, but that has achieved all the hallmarks of a secret because she protects it.
She is the watcher of the affair’s potency, and makes sure it doesn’t spill its artistic juices.

She, is protecting her muse.

And it’s not even the case that because you write about sex, you will have a muse-artist relationship with your lover.
There are female writers who write about sex, who do not have muses they nourish and protect, and who find purpose in being open and transparant.
But I also know women who do not see themselves as artists, but who instinctively resist their affairs settling down into normal relationships.
Indicating a deep understanding it would kill the very soul of what makes their bond so special.
The end, of the sacred erotic space between them.

So this very first post in my Secret Diary series (a paid-subscriber exclusive for Substack) is where I recognize the presence of these muses of a sign I am in my original, happy healthy mode.
And their absence or having a comradery relationship, or even an antagonistic one, is a sign I am not myself and am in Dark Suzy’s 2018 and up – mode.
Which is not a bad thing (as I said: I do not plan to live without Dark Suzy!) but the muses are the indicator Happy Suzy is here.
And that she is not being crushed or driven out, again.

Which is why I am choosing this Secret Diary series, to revolve around nourishing my feelings, for men I call my muses.
The feelings that had disappeared, not necessarily the men themselves.

The feelings were independent from men being in my life.
Independent from whether they were choosing me, or were taking a different path.
But this does not mean that I was unresponsive to their signals, nor did it mean I did all the work of keeping a bond alive.
They worked, but in different ways.

The muses in my life have always left the erotic space open.
They could return at any given time.

Not all muses though. Some did shut the door. It only takes a glimmer of indicating they don’t want you, but if such a man is a muse, then it is as loud as thunder.

I recognize I have dropped the word Erotic Space here, a few times. I think it’s originally from Esther Perel, the relationship therapist, let me check.

I cannot find her using the term Erotic Space, but I did find this quote:

“Eroticism thrives in the space between the self and the other.”

― Esther Perel, Mating in Captivity: Reconciling the Erotic and the Domestic

To me, my relationships with men I would now call muses, are a mutual cultivation of that eroticism.
It takes just one of us to break the code of eroticism, one of us bringing the world inside, a topic or a third person;
And the Erotic Space we have between us
is gone.
The spell is broken.

In my experience, containing that erotic space, the sacredness of it, to not insult it, to not tear it, to not burden it and destroy it, takes a wordless understanding and appreciation from both parties.
You cannot make it a rule that you are going to defend it.
It has to be felt, it has to be instinctive.
And this only happens if both parties, in this case both the muse and the artist, have an aspect, an archetype of who they are, that lives only within that space.

An erotic space, is not where you visit the other;
But where you visit the part of yourself that cannot live anywhere else.

Whether we have been lovers or not, all my muses were men with whom this erotic space existed.
A world between worlds.

And the men I still consider my muses are the ones who left the Erotic Space intact;
And the door open.

These erotic spaces are not there for our affairs to restart, although they could. But they are the space I can visit, to bring me back to who I was.

Erotic Space, is what the Muses left me.
And it is my one true home.

.
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I found the World Between Worlds | 20th Century Lives, Bee Hive and Matrix

Maybe because I titled this blog World Between Worlds, and because I set out to investigate the world of ideas, of creativity, where art comes from!
That I expected the World Between Worlds to be somewhere between an Alice in Wonderland-like reality, where we move into forever deeper, as we follow the white rabbit down the hole;
Or a River Styx-like reality, on the cusp of the spiritual world, the last place mortal souls can visit without losing their way forever.

I did not expect however, that the World Between Worlds was far closer to home, its insistence you enter far more domineering than a hopping white rabbit-invitation;
And its ability to keep you there forever without a way back, is not limited to presenting you a river which you choose to cross on your own accord.

In the World Between Worlds choice means “Do you accept this cookie?” and not being allowed to pass unless you do.
Strange how we all go along, even though the lesson to not accept sweets from strangers has been drilled upon us from childhood.

But the thing I was wrong about the most, was that Art is born in the World Between Worlds.
That it is where life begins and creation starts, when the World Between Worlds is exactly the opposite;
The World Between Worlds I found, is where art dies.

Art is actually its first casualty, because instead of Art we now have “Content”, we now have AI generated “art”, we now have a pressure to show up and say something to the outside world, instead of being in our inner-world where art, knowledge work, and even real creation (becoming pregnant) begin.

The World Between Worlds has its own Kingdoms, and power and money are far more easily generated there, than in the real world where we have to abide the laws of the body, the slowness of human psyche, and the handicap of two people actually being present and connecting, instead of the option to make communication a one-way street.

What I found is that reality as we knew it, split itself in two for the first time, in the 90s.

It was then, that a second reality was created with email being used in the work environment, which later spread to people using it for private use.

I am calling this layer, the second layer of reality:
The Bee Hive.

It is the place where you interact with people you also know in real life, or with whom you have another direct connection.

The second layer also contains social media, but only as far as it are people you know in real life.
After the introduction of email, this layer grew slowly, expanding with Facebook and other “slower” Social Media platforms, initially revolving around people you knew in real life.
Until this layer got wings with the widespread use of Whatsapp, second half of the tens. (2015-2019)

With Whatsapp almost all relationships got a whole new level to manage and keep track off;
The Bee Hive layer of reality.

The third layer of reality was born with the introduction of internet, and in particular when it became available at home, allowing more time “on” the internet, and the start of the first forums where people could share their thoughts with regard to a specific topic.

This third layer got its first growth spurt with Twitter, the first and to this day in many ways the only platform, where people are communicating with people they have no relationship to in the real world.

I am calling this layer The Matrix;
After the movie.
The Matrix is a digital reality and, worst case, a harvesting ground or a prison, for our consciousness.
Our bodies, our lives and the real world, are abandoned every time we enter the Matrix, and choose the company of people we have no real-life connection to.

The old joke “Facebook is for people you went to school with, Twitter is for people you wished you had gone to school with” illustrated the difference between the Bee Hive and The Matrix;

The second layer, the Bee Hive, are the people you went to school with (Facebook). They can also be the people that you are otherwise related to, or who live in your street or work for the same employer (Whatsapp groups)

The third layer, the Matrix, are the people you wish you went to school with (Twitter). But also all content you consume from YouTube, TikTok, news content etcetera.
The portal of the third layer goes both ways;
It allows you to connect with the entire world and, more disturbingly, for the whole world including tech-companies and algorithms, to connect with you.

These two new worlds have divided our reality and our consciousness into three different parts;
1.The real world; The 20th century physical reality.
2.The Bee Hive; Email, Whatsapp, old school Facebook.
And
3.The Matrix; Twitter, news sites, YouTube, modern social media.

We as a collective, have let ourselves be caught in the maze these three worlds form around us!
And it has come at the dire expense of our individual consciousness.

In particular at the level of the Matrix, it is as if from about 2015 on forward, we find ourselves in a shared space with the rest of the world, where giant trawlers are fishing the oceans of both our consciousness as well as our wallets, empty.
We need to get the f*** out of there!

But also in the field of our personal and professional relationships, email and Whatsapp are polluting the time (and space) between real meetings.
They have been hijacking the slow, real life pace of human relationships.

We do not necessarily need to cut ourselves out of this maze, but what I have found in my quest for the world behind the veil
– as well as within setting up two companies the last 12 months and encountering disturbing and debilitating dynamics I could not pinpoint-
What I have found is that we do need these two things:
1. a map. 
We need to know where the different aspects of our lives currently are, on these three levels, or (more likely) how they are moving between these different layers. We need to assess our current situation.
and 
2. we need a vision for each level
If we want our relationships on every level to be healthy and fulfilling, we need to understand how we are going to contribute, on every level;
As well as what (and how) we expect to receive, and what our boundaries are. In particular what the boundaries are, when aspects of our lives that belong in the higher layers, start domineering the lower ones.

In my opinion, and this will be my message, my mission and my purpose for the upcoming decades;
It requires a profoundly spiritual, borderline evangelic, and incredibly difficult yet fundamental choice from each and everyone of us;
To choose the first layer.

To actually say:
I will show up for the real world.
And I will resist the temptation to search or to fix in the Bee Hive or the Matrix, that what concerns my individual and real life responsibility.

It is a choice with the weight of choosing to refrain from using animal products, or to only buy ethically produced clothing and products.
It is a life choice that is not convenient in any way, and that is rooted in a principle matter.

Each and everyone of us must decide, at some point.
Or we will die, having lived in our phones!

We literally risk losing our lives, not because our bodies fail us, but because we are no longer present in them.
And let our consciousness live in the Bee Hive or in the Matrix.

In order to be in the Bee Hive or the Matrix, in a healthy and sustainable way, and use these mediums for good – assuming we are still at the point they can be used for good, and are able to be neutral – 
Then we must first step back.
And choose.

If we don’t, we will keep hopping from level to level, never fully showing up on either one of them.
Not really connecting, on any one of them.
And subsequently, feeling empty and awful, on all of them.

The discovery of these three worlds will change the way I will be doing business in the future.
Right now, today, it seems like a daunting task, to reset and recalibrate my two companies…. To reset and recalibrate my entire life.
But like Neo in the Matrix;
I cannot unsee.

Somehow, the red pill reached me, and I have taken it. My eyes are open, I cannot go back.

My life, my work, and my art, will never be the same.

This blogpost, the very first of its kind, I have not told anyone else, not in these words, and honestly my own head is still spinning from what this all means and how our future will look if we fail….

Yet it is this Sunday, the 10th of March in the year 2024, that I ask you to at least consider it;
I am offering you the red pill.

 

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This World Between Worlds blog is an element of “Rock Star” [phase 2]

Title: “Rock Star”
or “Rock Star yoga/ business/ writer”

artists: Suzanne Beenackers, little bear Puux           
art form: performance art
phase 1: earliest expressions, mixed work, July 2019 – March 2022
phase 2: April 2022 – 

3 YouTube channels*
1. English YouTube *: “Liberation”: Rock Star Yoga + Life lessons in Bon Jovi songs
2. Nederlandse YouTube *: “de Catacombe” studio voor Rock Star Yoga 
3. YouTube Rock Your Business
 *

The headers from all channels have been changed already, so you know you re in the right spot.

* Filming will resume this week! I m fully healed! 

4 blogs
1. Rock Star Writer
2. Yoga Blog: Daily Bon Jovi Yoga
3. World Between Worlds
4. Dutch blog: Suzanne Beenackers

2 Facebook pages
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2. Dutch: Suzanne Beenackers Schrijver Facebook met beertje Puux

1 Twitter account
my personal Twitter account

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You can find my books The Little Mistress Who Turned Into A Baby Koala
A Boyfriend Like Jon Bongiovi and The White Tigress Yoga Workbook
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If you live in The Netherlands, Belgium or Germany, you can also order these books from me – just go to the bottom of this page:
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There are stranger things than throwing out your tech

“It’s one thing to set a TV series in the 1980s;
it’s a whole other thing, however, to make it feel like it was actually shot during the Reagan-and-Rubik’s-Cube era.”

That was the opening line of an article in Rolling Stone magazine, July 2016. Six years later the series Stranger Things has lost none of its 80s nostalgia.

When I started this blog early ’21, and called it World Between Worlds, it was to create a playground for, and a better understanding of, that reality just behind our day-to-day one. The reality where art comes from.
I knew this space had something to do with the imagination, as main inspiration for art. With online interaction with others, communities and connections based on mutual interest, and thereby creating a social circle of affinity.
And I knew it had to do with what is currently referred to as digital minimalism, a choice to limit being online to the moments it is functional, and aligns with our values.

Artists have always had to find a way, to avoid being claimed by things that required or desired an immediate response. This is why women with children have traditionally been excluded from being artists, because they were always on call to take care of their children.
There is a meme about male writers, that their work becomes less impressive if you realize it was created with the luxury of someone else attending to your children 24 hours a day.

So having the opportunity to wall off the day-to-day, and having the luxury of time and space, in the infamous room of one’s own, has been a frequently featured prerequisite, to being able to do your artistic work.

But, and I expect you ve seen me heading for this, since digital technology and in particular the Facebook sparked algorithm revolution that spread like wildfire to every corner of the internet, we are dealing with a way our time and brains get highjacked that has more to do with addiction, and less with systemic exclusion.

Without wanting to underplay the cunningness of how our brains are being hacked, compared to the systemic exclusion of women as artists, and with the age-old elitist nature of having the time to create art;
resisting the urge to spend time online, and to avoid a symbiotic relationship with your Inbox, is an individual responsibility.
The latest challenge added to being able to do your creative work, is not an additional one of social inequality, but about fighting big tech.

interview Former Google employee Tristan Harris:
Your phone is trying to control your life [8:43]

Original story and report that got the ball rolling: 
Brain Hacking [ 13:47 ]

Right from the start of this blog World Between Worlds, I ve imagined the artistic space we should keep an eye out for, to be somewhere offline.
Or to be within an online context where we are emotionally involved, making us relatively immune to being distracted.

I ve come back to that desire to walling myself off from the ever expanding, ever evolving online claim, in a structured way. Not an ad hoc one, that you would have to change with every new feature.
But to look for personal rules and regulations, that you can then apply.

As the book Digital Minimalism says: This is about autonomy.

Can we reclaim our artistic space and harness our power, by being more discerning to how we show up online?

One of the ways I ve tried to grapple with that question is through the lens of time capsule work. 
This means pretending you live in another era.
Examples are a Dutch artist who lives as if in the 30s and an American couple that works under the name “The Victorian Couple”. You can read a 2019 longread about their work here.  
A quote from that article:

Many of us have realized [ .. ] that technology intended to make our lives easier has hideous hidden costs.

Where the book Digital Minimalism, and warnings that the addictive consumer technology will prove to be the smoking of our time, go for an emotionally detached, productivity based, and value based, approach;
I believe the perspective of doing it from the idea of living in a different era,  is one that is more appealing for creatives.

That walling off our time and life being hacked by big tech, becomes easier if we replace it with a project that comes with a bubble, a capsule, to live in.
And that does the work of filtering the world, for us.

Once again, the concept of digital minimalism, and of deliberately creating a world between worlds, has entered my life.
The same ideas as I ve had before, but perhaps this is something that requires mulling over in phases.

One aspect that is new to me, comes from the angle of aging;
I m turning 50 this year.

It is clear to me, personally, that I m speeding up my aging, by engaging in all these technologies that I did not have at home until I was over 30.
My personal computer stood for doing freelance work, and for doing my book keeping, and writing formal letters which I would then print and post.
I could get files to other people, by copying them on a floppy disk.

I loved my computer, and probably more passionately then, than I did later. For a long time I only had laptops, because I needed to move them around. So I had these slim, sexy laptops, that made me feel very Sex and the City, even though I never had an Apple and they were a plain grey.

Maybe because my laptop was offline, much like a book, I could love the way it felt, and the way the keys clicked. Could love opening and closing it.
It was not talking back, or asking anything of me, and I put them back in a drawer afterwards. 

I would say that now, in 2022, I am tied to my tech as if we are a disorganized and pretty dysfunctional family, where we compensate by constantly checking in on each other.
We rarely if ever lose sight of each other.

Where I used to relate to my laptop as to a well-dressed articulate friend, that you like but will never fully embrace. There would always be a respectful distance. 

In my late 20s I also got a mobile phone, but rarely used it. The phone was a backup tool, for when I traveled and missed a train or something.

In my early 30s, I got an internet connection at home. Up until that point I had used university, work places, business connections and internet cafes, to do my emailing. 

So with my computer offline, and my mobile phone rarely used, the only pieces of technology I frequently used either played media or they were a tv, or a phone.
The tech were not interactive. 
From the moment I got internet at home, two decades ago, that changed. And from there it has been a slippery slope, until now I am in this panicky  unhealthy relationship with my phone and my computers.

On the verge of turning 50, for me it is clear I need a digital life makeover.

So I am redesigning my life, and creating a framework that will hold for the next 50 years.

I ll be less online. One day, I want to look around in my house, and feel the same calm and maybe even hint of boringness, I felt in the year 2000.
Without the world pulling at me through every screen. 


I look forward to thinking of my mobile phone as just a helpful device to text a friend, if I ve missed the train.

I look forward to spending the rest of my life, just like I spend the first 3 decades;
In the relative quiet of the 20th century.

Stranger things have happened.

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Title: “Rock Star”
or “Rock Star yoga/ business/ writer”

artists: Suzanne Beenackers, little bear Puux           
art form: performance art
phase 1: earliest expressions, mixed work, July 2019 – March 2022
phase 2: April 2022 – 

3 YouTube channels*
1. English YouTube *: “Liberation”: Rock Star Yoga + Life lessons in Bon Jovi songs
2. Nederlandse YouTube *: “de Catacombe” studio voor Rock Star Yoga 
3. YouTube Rock Your Business
 *

The headers from all channels have been changed already, so you know you re in the right spot.

* Filming will resume soon. I m struck by a cold, and avoid talking as much as possible.

4 blogs
1. Rock Star Writer
2. Yoga Blog: Daily Bon Jovi Yoga
3. World Between Worlds
4. Dutch blog: Suzanne Beenackers

2 Facebook pages
1. Rock Star Writer on Facebook
2. Dutch: Suzanne Beenackers Schrijver Facebook met beertje Puux

1 Twitter account
my personal Twitter account

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You can find my books The Little Mistress Who Turned Into A Baby Koala
A Boyfriend Like Jon Bongiovi and The White Tigress Yoga Workbook
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If you live in The Netherlands, Belgium or Germany, you can also order these books from me – just go to the bottom of this page:
https://www.lulu.com/spotlight/rockstarwriter
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I almost amputated the wrong arm

When I say I almost amputated the wrong arm, I mean I once again caught myself wanting to terminate a healthy part of my life, without noticing it was actually a response to introducing a not healthy part.

It all started last weekend, when I ordered a new laptop so I could start  a new business that was not hinging on my writing or my yoga. It would make me money, buy me time to develop a new yoga career, and also give me an identity until the more abstract and artistic things I really wanted to be known for, took off.
This was business coaching.

I have been contemplating my own art and business career as a coachee for almost four years now, I was an entrepreneur until 2020, have a degree in business, binge on marketing like others on Netflix (although I sometimes also binge on Netflix) and there are few things that excite me more, than when my entrepreneur friends allow me to think with them about their business.
The number of hours I have spent on thinking about business, money, and how entrepreneurship is the absolute best tool for personal development, for financial freedom and really for creating Rock Star Freedom as a whole, exceeds the number of hours I have spent on my yoga mat.

Business coaching was not just an acceptable business model to support my art; It was an exciting one. And one I knew I would never get enough of.

That was until I noticed I wanted to practically burn my yoga, delete all my yoga channels, and erase 25 years of yoga from my existence.
It all started getting very destructive, very quickly, the day I unpacked the new laptop, and I also heard what a pain-in-the-ass hassle it would be to organize yoga events.
And it was also the first time I realized I would basically be working for peanuts.

It was an understanding that real life events for the consumer market will always be way less profitable, as well as a lot more vulnerable physically, as well as mentally, when compared to giving one-on-one business coaching to entrepreneurs and artists, who would be making their investment back in coin and not in an experience.
And I would get to keep it all, didn’t have to pay anyone any fees, had zero travel time, didn’t need to plan months in advance, didn’t require tech support, no new wardrobe, it was age sustainable, and business coaching didn’t have intimidating physical requirements.
Plus it was pandemic-proof and didn’t suffer from impossibly high costs for heating or real estate.

But becoming a business coach in a global world was not just a solid choice, to support my artistic career(s);
It was also an affirmation that I was better off forgetting about art altogether. Because from now on, every hour on my yoga mat and every hour I would write, would cost me between €100 and €125. 
It proved how easy making money was, and how pointless art was.

For one whole shockingly unproductive week, this stuff festered under the surface, already doing its destructive work. But I didn’t know it.
I thought my lethargy was because I was adjusting to the idea that my new laptop would soon arrive and my new business would finally start.
A silence before the storm. Not that I was silently finishing off my yoga career.

It’s Sunday night here. Because I had such a bad feeling about wasting the past 7 days, I went grocery shopping to win back time for the upcoming week.
And while I made my way around the supermarket, I thought about the schedule I had made with all the things I needed to do to attend to all my businesses. And realized that practicing yoga would just have to be cancelled.

I was allowed to do all my yoga ON camera, so that yoga was productive. But with all the work I absolutely wanted to get done every day, something had to go, and practicing yoga was not making any money, so out with that one.
And once I decided that, I realized I would never develop my idea of Rock Star Yoga events, which were real life yoga classes or events, with rock music.

Without a daily yoga practice, I would not feel confident enough. Yoga events would not be what I wanted them to be, unless I practiced and developed them, every day.
I was a bit sad that I was now not going to have yoga events, but since I realized brick and mortar businesses in many industries, were really no longer part of real big boys economics anyway, and they do come with high costs and liabilities, the step to also delete yoga performer/entertainer together with practicing yoga, was a tiny one.

And then I wondered: Do I even want to teach yoga on video, anyway?
Or had I merely been suffering from a Messiah complex that I thought people needed my yoga to “get” it?
And before I was in the final section (pet food) I had decided, that although I had a lot of explaining to do, business cards to redo, and that it would be humbling to say the least, to quit my yoga career and abandon all my plans;
It was indeed for the better.

Without a daily yoga practice, without yoga shows, and without the hours every day it would cost me to make yoga videos;
Being a business coach and having 2 or 3 calls a day, indeed seemed way more manageable.

I was happy I had decided to take that late-night trip to the supermarket and had been able to reflect on the previous week, and learn its lessons.
Tomorrow I would end all things yoga, and my new life as a business coach would begin.

Until, as the title says of course, I realized that the real dream was never to be a business coach.

I didn’t hop up and down at the Bon Jovi concert in 2019, had that life-transforming experience where I knew the pieces of my life were falling together and that my purpose would very soon reveal itself, because I had a vision about business coaching.
I had one about Rock Star Yoga.

And although it has gone through different phases and different shapes, and it’s still not in a final form, I did know it STILL was YOGA – that was the core.
Not writing, and not business coaching, although they are part of what I have done and will keep doing.

My desire for a recognizable business model that would also give me an identity, had almost killed the thing I really wanted.
Which is to be a daily yoga practitioner, to have 2 YouTube yoga channels and to ultimately teach Rock Star Yoga events or shows.

A new Dutch series just started on Netflix, Dirty Lines. It’s all about how money and business success can make you forget who you are.
And I think when we’re talking about telephone sex, we understand that it is something that is done only for money.
That there is no purpose or meaning behind it, just money. And that you have to be very careful not to lose yourself.

But it’s when your business has the hallmarks of a respectable business, and when it would in fact be, someone else’s dream business;
That’s when you have to worry!

Those are business models and businesses that are way more difficult to identify, as the life-destroying paths that they are.
And
will make you give up your most unique, creative expression.

The dirtiest lines are the ones that look the cleanest.

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artists: Suzanne Beenackers, little bear Puux           
art form: performance art
phase 1: earliest expressions, mixed work, July 2019 – March 2022
phase 2: April 2022 – 

3 YouTube channels
1. English YouTube “Liberation”: Rock Star Yoga + Life lessons in Bon Jovi songs
2. Nederlandse YouTube “de Catacombe” studio voor Rock Star Yoga 
3. YouTube Rock Your Business
The headers from all channels have been changed already, so you know you re in the right spot.

4 blogs
1. Rock Star Writer
2. Yoga Blog: Daily Bon Jovi Yoga
3. World Between Worlds
4. Dutch blog: Suzanne Beenackers

2 Facebook pages
1. Rock Star Writer on Facebook
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1 Twitter account
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You can find my books The Little Mistress Who Turned Into A Baby Koala
A Boyfriend Like Jon Bongiovi and The White Tigress Yoga Workbook
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If you live in The Netherlands, Belgium or Germany, you can also order these books from me – just go to the bottom of this page:
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Sometimes it snows in April | “Rock Star” is finally here!

The title of the legendary Prince song proved to be true, although the polar exaggeration of the weather forecast still made me think that it was at least a partial April fools day joke. I definitely did not see the 5-7 cm of snow, we had been told to brace ourselves for.
But that didn’t mean it wasn’t magical.

And it invited the thought:
“If it can snow in April, anything can happen.”
And really, in my case, anything already had…

As if touched by a miracle, all the loose parts of my artistic expressions, and all the embarrassing gaps they had been causing, fell together into one smoothly oiled creative installation.
I titled it “Rock Star”; a project that began in 2019 with toying with, and writing about, the concept of Rock Star Yoga.
I ve called everything I ve done so far, phase 1, and I m now entering phase 2.

Rock Star is not built with a preconceived idea of success or failure. I will not abandon or tweak if it doesn’t perform according to the rules of worldly success. Although I did  wake up with an unexpected donation on my PayPal, so it seems to be bearing fruit just from energetic turnover alone!
But in general, No.
This assemblage is like a work of art, to observe, consume, participate in or ponder over. What is its meaning? What does it tell us about art? About business models? And are we given a glimpse of the future of yoga?

Although absolutely daunting in its number of moving parts, I will start working in Rock Star,  and you will be able to start seeing the first expressions this week.
See the wheels make their first cycle.
The first flags being planted.

What you will see will depend on how many of my outlets you follow.
I m also really looking forward to taking my yoga on the road, and to my first paid offer to rock your business.
You can find the full list of public and paid ROCK STAR elements below.

Prince wrote “Sometimes it snows in April” as a eulogy for Christopher Tracy, a gigolo played by Prince in the movie Cherry Moon. 

One of my core messages is that creatives and artists have tendencies to self-sabotage, because what society views as success in life and business doesn’t accommodate to the natural cycle that is creative work.
But creative and artistic energies, and personalities, are really not that complicated to deal with once you understand them. They need change. They crave to be in a never ending game, where they can keep playing forever.

Blowing things up, is nothing more than a primal expression of a deeply embedded need to be in an forever changing game.
We blow it up, when it’s the only way to change it. 

Sometimes it snows in April, was written and performed with Wendy Melvoin and Lisa Coleman of backing band The Revolution. [ credit source
“‘Sometimes It Snows in April’ was really the pinnacle of our relationship together,” Lisa says about that collaboration. “And when we wrote that song, it was just the three of us sitting together in a room. I really loved it, and I had hoped that we would follow that trail further.”

But it would turn out to be the last album of Prince and The Revolution.

Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes I feel so bad
Sometimes I wish that life was never ending
But all good things, they say, never last

If you re a creative you will not deliver your best work if you keep repeating yourself. You have to lean in to change, decay and have to remove yourself from any trails that are from the world.
And not the artist’s.

When Prince moved away from the collaboration with The Revolution, even though they were successful and it could have lasted them for decades to come, he did it because he knew standing still is an artist’s biggest enemy.

That the really good things, the exquisite things, the things that still move us to tears 37 years down the road;
Should not be built to last.

They should be, like snow in April.

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art form: performance art
phase 1: earliest expressions, mixed work, July 2019 – March 2022
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Public Rock Star Offerings: 

3 YouTube channels
1. English YouTube “Liberation”: Rock Star Yoga + Life lessons in Bon Jovi songs
2. Nederlandse YouTube “de Catacombe” studio voor Rock Star Yoga 
3. YouTube Rock Your Business
De headers from all channels have been changed already, so you know you re in the right spot.

4 blogs
1. Rock Star Writer
2. Yoga Blog: Daily Bon Jovi Yoga
3. World Between Worlds
4. Dutch blog: Suzanne Beenackers

2 Facebook pages
1. Rock Star Writer on Facebook
2. Dutch: Suzanne Beenackers Schrijver Facebook met beertje Puux

1 Twitter account
my personal Twitter account

Paid Rock Star offers: 

I BOOKS
https://www.lulu.com/spotlight/rockstarwriter
See below this post for more delivery options

II Rock Star mentoring (Zoom)
at Business, Artist or Rock Star level.
Starts May 2022

III Live in-person events 
starting summer 2022:   Rock Star Yoga sessions in Nijmegen
starting summer 2023:   Rock Star Yoga shows in The Netherlands, with the possibility of expanding to Europe

 

NEW: Books!

You can find my books The Little Mistress Who Turned Into A Baby Koala
A Boyfriend Like Jon Bongiovi and The White Tigress Yoga Workbook
at the bottom of this page:
https://www.lulu.com/spotlight/rockstarwriter

If you live in The Netherlands, Belgium or Germany, you can also order these books from me – just go to the bottom of this page:
https://www.lulu.com/spotlight/rockstarwriter
to check out which ones you want, and write me an email at s_beenackers@hotmail.com.
Payment is via PayPal or bank transfer.

 

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Watch Warhol on Netflix | YouTube Warhol Playlist

An artist is somebody who produces things that people don’t need to have.
Andy Warhol

In celebration of the Netflix series The Andy Warhol Diaries, I have published this playlist with Warhol documentaries. It was originally set to “private” but I can imagine there will be more people wanting to know more.

Warhol YouTube Playlist [ created August 2021 ]

I ve loved Warhol since the 80s, and actually got the diary around 1989/ 1990, as well as a box set with drawings of cats “by Andy Warhol’s mother” That box is one of the stories I learned the whole background story from, in the older documentaries you can find in the list.

Sadly, I donated the books, purging my book collection. It must have been somewhere between 2002 and 2015, when I often had semi-permanent housing, caused by moving to another part of the country where I did not have a place to live.
And then another round began when a relationship ended. 
I needed to find housing again, and often had temporary leases.

During that time I got rid of all my art books, with the exception of the Keith Haring ones. Mainly because they were smaller.
But I got rid of all the others. Which at the time seemed, or maybe was, a small price to pay to keep volume manageable.

But every time that hardcover first edition Warhol Diaries comes by in the Netflix series, the black and silver, with the orange letters, exactly the one I had received as a gift and that had been mine;
I cringe.

The new Netflix series talks a lot about how little Warhol was appreciated as an artist, during his life.

But I think it took me until now, or maybe summer 2021, before I finally caught up.

Whatever happens, whatever life throws at you; Keep your art.

You will miss it more than everything else.

Suzanne L. Beenackers

The Andy Warhol Diaries 6 part mini series is on Netflix

NEW: Rock Star Yoga Studio

My YouTube plans: After the war in Ukraine started, I set aside my plans to start teaching Rock Star Yoga. But my English channel is active & Dutch channel will start this week.

I will start making yoga videos this week.
New videos + new channel trailers soon! 

Subscribe to:

English channel, (yoga) + Life lessons in Bon Jovi songs (talk)

Nederlandse YouTube 
nieuwe trailer en de eerste lessen volgen deze week

I would love to know which parts spoke to you!
You can share in the comments, or include a note with your donation on Paypalme 

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YouTube Rock Your Business
YouTube Life lessons in Bon Jovi songs 

NEW: Books!

You can find my books The Little Mistress Who Turned Into A Baby Koala
A Boyfriend Like Jon Bongiovi and The White Tigress Yoga Workbook
at the bottom of this page:
https://www.lulu.com/spotlight/rockstarwriter

If you live in The Netherlands, Belgium or Germany, you can also order these books from me – just go to the bottom of this page:
https://www.lulu.com/spotlight/rockstarwriter
to check out which ones you want, and write me an email at s_beenackers@hotmail.com.
Payment is via PayPal or bank transfer.

Also by me:
my personal Twitter account
Rock Star Writer
Rock Star Writer on Facebook
Art & Popular Culture: World Between Worlds (current site)
Yoga Blog: Daily Bon Jovi Yoga

Liefdeseend en vintage yoga (Nederlands/ Dutch)

beertje Puux op Facebook (Nederlands/ Dutch)

 

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