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Geoff Talbot
GEOFF TALBOT
Geoffrey Talbot is the co-creator and author of the majority of the creative blogs you will read here.
Originally from Auckland, New Zealand, Geoff Talbot is an innovative filmmaker and transmedia producer, now living in Portland, Oregon. Geoff say’s…
“I have spent a lifetime trying to escape the green, green, grass of home, and the never ending, unceasingly inappropriate “sheep jokes” that have followed me where-ever I’ve gone in this world. Trust me, try one on me, I bet I’ve heard it, but please keep it decent.
Is there such a thing as a decent sheep joke?
For a time I lived in London and I learnt to talk like a cockney but still those rabidly incentive sheep jokes found me and followed me, mercilessly bleating out my name where-ever I went. No matter what I did I couldn’t escape my origins.
In desperation, I immigrated to the dry parched lands of Hollywood, California, developed a thick American accent and feel in love with a black girl (the love of my life) and got her with child shortly after.
Finally, it seemed as though I had found the absolute anonymity that I had been looking for all my life. For the true artist does not seek fame or fortune, instead they seek experiential knowledge and deep understanding.
I think that is why I have wandered so far away from the green, green, grass of home, for the artist must first escape himself to finally find himself.
For as long as I can remember I have desired to be truly free. I’m not talking about a legislated kind of freedom, I’m talking about the kind of freedom that you could never legislate for or against; I’m talking about the freedom of the human heart. To express love, to explore, to feel and to create without judgement or shame. I love this kind of freedom and I hate everything that attempts to steal this goodness away.
I have often outrun myself, I have lost myself, and I have found myself again. Yet still, I search, for there is more to lose and so much more to find, for when we lose ourselves we truly find ourselves.
Early this year, the green, green grass gently whispered my name again, calling me north to a different land; much like my home and yet not my home. And so we moved our family and our lives to the wildly creative, beautiful north western fronteer of Portland, Oregon.
There is something about green grass that I can’t escape; for where-ever I go, it keeps on calling me home.”
Athaliah Talbot
ATHALIAH RENEE
Athaliah Renee Talbot is the co-creator and regular contributor on 7 Sentences.
In a world often devoid of miracles, we sometimes pause and asks ourselves, what are the odds, “that a boy and a girl from opposite sides of the earth, and vastly different cultures would one day meet and fall in love?”
Miracles do happen. Just close your eyes and let yourself imagine. Athaliah says…
“My life hasn’t always gone to plan, and sometimes my journey seems more like a drunken stumble than a forward onward march. But as Tolstoy said, “if I know the way home, and I am walking along it drunkenly, is it any less the right way because I am staggering from side to side?”
We all stumble. We stumble away from things and we stumble into things. I stumbled into love and I’ve never looked back.
With deep roots in music, I often sensed that there is a rhythm to be found in our stumbling; that at first our steps may fall into a clumsy, dragging, tempo; but before long they climb and rise to a stronger, more definitive, upward crescendo.
There is music in everybody; it’s found in the very beat of your heart.
As we grow old we can let the pressures of life and the opinions of others drown out the music. Sometimes we can no longer hear the rhythm in our own feet. We must become young again if we wish to hear the music.”
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