Hold my breath for two more minutes. It's easier with your fist in my mouth. I can't really blame you for going with the flow of 10,000 cadavers and 3 more unknown.
It's a sign of our times,
this organic Molotov cocktail with silicon cherries on top. Lisa Frank still represents my inner monologue better than pork-less beans.
When you know
you're right you are most likely left of the manual spectrum. She was a cute little Asian girl with pigtails and keys. Not many complaints there other than temperature related scars. You can't tell me that
it's better
this way with Mars and Jupiter living in your veranda. Mr. Rodgers never held a kosher hand towards the direction of a nostalgic tomorrow. All I can say is that I have a masters degree and I am learning
Better use those brain waves wisely my friends. You might be moving something more than you intended too. This little video above is a good demonstration in cymatics. Cymatics is the study of wave phemonema and the physical patterns produced through the interaction of sound waves in a medium, aka particles. I feel that this is a good approach into explaining memes also. A memes is a term coined by Richard Dawkins in his book The Selfish Gene. A meme is like a gene but on the point of cultural realm. Memes extend evolutionary principles to explain the spread of ideas and cultural phenomena such as melodies, catch-phrases, and beliefs. Memes are more than just good advertising and PR. The power of thought ladies and gentleman. Might this also be an extension in to how faith works? If you believe in some thing so much it become a reality, such as cures for your own body? Only you can prevent forest fires and help your own physical embodiment.
This past Saturday, as stated earlier, I took a trip out of Salvation Mountain and Salton Sea. It was a fantastic journey. Leonard Knight is in the red jacket. Here are some of the photos that I took. More are on facebook and flickr::: In conjunction with this, I re watched The Holy Mountain, by Alejandro Jodorowsky. This cult classic was just re released in 2007 and I had the opportunity to watch it and El Topo at Pittsburgh Filmmakers last Jan or Feb. It just blew me away. I prefer Holy Mountain over El Topo but that is never here or there. Holy Mountain is based on "The Ascent of Mt. Carmel" by St. John of the Cross and Mount Analogue: A Novel of Symbolically Authentic Non-Euclidean Adventures in Mountain Climbing by René Daumal. In reference today's terminology, mount "analogue" versus mount digital lets say, what is real? The mountain in Daumal's story is not completely accessible by humans, specifically the top. Are there parts of the analogue world we are still unable to reach?
When I was younger, my dad would watch this over and over. I was always fustraited with it because I felt nothing was happening. Just another stupid car movie. But as I grew up(!) I re watched it and recognize it for what it is:: a beautiful movie about the city of Paris, it's movement and flows. It's quite architectural and urban indulgent.
Some info on this film:: This beautiful example of cinema-verite', it was SO REAL that in 1976 he was arrested after this 1976 film, properly titled C'était un rendez-vous, was publicly shown. The car reportedly featured was a Ferrari 275 GTB being illegally driven at speeds approaching 140 km/h through the streets of Paris by a Formula 1 driver. Though recent claims by Claude Lelouch admit that he infact was the driver and it was only his Mercedes-Benz 450sel 6.9 and dubbed the Ferrari. Yes, the whole soundtrack is just the engine rev-ing.
This movie never really left my mind but a friend had it posted on his blog so it re-invigorated my memories. Check out preAMP! This blog is pretty fantastic.
What other car movies are at this caliber or zest? This is reminiscent for an assignment that Ed Keller gave us back in his seminar in Fall 2007. We had to record a linear progression through Los Angeles. My team of all cramped into my beetle with Valentina Vasi hanging out of the sun roof. We drove up 3rd, 4th, 5th, and 6th streets downtown, from bridge to highway on ramp. The most beautiful on ramp is the 4th street exit off the 110 going south. I have to re rip this footage. It's all on tapes in my room.
Micheal Jackson jerk offs kept me up longer than cranberry sauce. Chestnuts and kumquats rolled strait over the counter past the racist chez lounge. Your staring abilities won platinum medals amongst the European metrosexuals. Long term bird baths tied up my peripheral ligaments until
you stubbed your toe.
Your spiraling follicles and bionic particles turn me inside out. Polly wanted crackers but only got slapped hands and foreheads. Really, you could be my Allison. I'm so gone in the fairy tale forest of chest hair and fuzzy nuts you bring to the mesa verde.
While in the position that
jelly beans bake, I miss you like every time. I can't be critical about our crusty copulation when there are TV guides and homo erotic napkins in the tub. Repeat the linguistics that
made me come
3,000 minutes of ego centric mix tapes to your pad and pencil down under. Boo Radley had almost everything to do with it. We are two in a million flapjacks served. Could you untangle my eyelashes from tarot card anthropomorphic Mexican lovers? Affairs with sulfur stained porcelain ejaculated new and improved recipes
Tear me apart form your twinkle toes and pterodactyl harpsichords. I've never had that liquor licked off my lips. Forget it. I was out of town when you were locally misanthropic of all the times
you washed your
face pressed to the panorama of a smog town bird bath. No way could I index knuckle rings this early on in the caloric counterbalance much less the majority check list and autistic labcoats cluttering my Tupperware.
Teeth before biting
eggplants and transplant black and gold bleeders scrape more than shiver. Either way, you can't blame me for forging cheerio sounds muzzled by you chest hair.
The last morsels
molded in your deciduous neck brush. Most likely it was carbon fiber and gluten free. Any way you look at it, nothing realy fits as much as you on top
Oi! the holidaze! Well something has reopened back up inside me and I have started writing again. 2 poems so far. I've also written 3 new songs since October. Not bad for some one who wasn't writing or playing anything for months. Before I release the poems, I want to announce my adventure that I have planned for Saturday::
Salvation Mountain is Leonard Knight's tribute to "GOD IS LOVE." I am really excited. The construction is hay bales and adobe with some branching structures shown here. "This is Leonard’s art – it is simple, true, and honest."
Salton Sea was started in 1905 as a town of salt works and then turned into some resort town. Now its more of a ghost town and "On 2008 January 24, the California Legislative Analysis Office released a report entitled "Saving the Salton Sea" [12]. The preferred alternative outlined within this draft plan calls for spending a total of almost $9 billion over 25 years and proposes a smaller but more manageable Salton Sea. The amount of water available for use by humans and wildlife would be reduced by 60 percent from 365 square miles (945 square kilometers) to about 147 square miles (381 square kilometers). Fifty two miles (84km) of barrier and perimeter dikes - constructed most likely out of boulders, gravel and stone columns - would be erected along with earthen berms to corral the water into a horseshoe shape along northern shoreline of the sea from San Felipe Creek on the west shore to Bombay Beach on the east shore. The central portion of the sea would be allowed to almost completely evaporate and would serve as a brine sink, while the southern portion of the sea would be constructed into a saline habitat complex. If approved, construction on this project is slated to begin in 2011 and would be completed by 2035"-wikipedia
EVERYONE!!!! This is my art collective's first show!!
Please join us for the opening reception for
Perfecting the Line
This Saturday December 13th @ Site 01 4321 1/2 Marmion Way La, CA 90065 from 5pm -11pm
An exhibition in a peculiar space, a garage, featuring work by two Los Angeles Artists::
Roxana Javadi-Kashani and Kendo
This mark making device is in constant flux, reinvented with each new stroke. A line is a definition of a path. As soon as it is made it is a remnant but can always be changed. This definite indefinite finds itself as the ghost of an action, the trail of some moving body. How is this construct of ink making its way out of artist hands to its own evolution?
San Gabriel Valley native. Born 1980. Draws and paints no specific genre, but tends to focus on people as main subjects.Uses mostly oils, acrylics and spray paint...and is fond of crayons. UCLA graduate. Likes to dance, travel, and play the uke. Recently accepted into prestigious SGV Cartoonista collective. www.cartoonistas.blogspot.com, and finished illustrating "Smoke and Mirrors" a poetry book by Rick Stepp-Bolling. In this show, she exhibits her Brown Line paintings.
Born 1983 and raised in Southern California. I am of Asian descent. Many people think I look Japanese. But I'm not. I'm trying to establish myself as an artist but please, throw the romantic notion of being an artist out because I just like to draw. I am a drawer among a few other things. Anyways, art, music, communication and food is pretty much my life. It sounds absolute doesn't it? But it's not. Ahem, it's my excuse to be "creative". Don't tell anyone. For the most part, I enjoy how everything plays well together. I will strive to make everyday fun.
Presented and Curated by::
Get Rid Of White Walls Collective (g.r.o.w.w.) We are a group of five women with a shared vision of engaging public sites within the city that could be used in ways never-before imagined. We are architects, filmmakers, photographers, painters, performers, and media landscapers—each with a specific eye, all in collaboration—pushing for progress and change.
