Monday, May 5, 2014
What did you get up to this weekend?
After staying up all night in a heated debate with friends about marriage on Saturday, I got to chill out with a bunch of kids by the water side and make paper flowers on Sunday.
The Waldorf community in Long Beach hosted the event for May Day. There were all sorts of other earthy things happening, crafts, music, tea-tasting.
My favorite moment came when a little boy started lingering behind the group of girls making flowers. It was obvious he wanted to get into the mix. I kept asking if he wanted to join, but he was shaking his head, balking at the idea of making pretty flowers. I said, "Okay, then. I have a challenge for you then. I've never seen it done, but I think you might know how to make it happen. 3d cactus out of paper. WITH thorns." His enthusiasm was so cute; he got right to business, engineering this little cactus with tiny little flowers. He worked on diligently despite all of his friends pestering him to play tag.
A sample of the paper flowers, pretty simple, but very nice, especially when there are a ton all piled together.
Workshops in the works, works. I'm pretty excited to be getting back into teaching and using my own curriculums! I have a couple of ongoing classes launching in the next few weeks doing 3D art and art journaling. I'm really happy to be joining up with some new groups. More later!
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
“We are now in the mountains
and they are in us,
filling every pore and cell of us.”
- John Muir
“Mountains are not Stadiums where I satisfy my ambition to achieve,
they are the cathedrals where I practice my religion.”
- Anatoli Boukreev
Under the shadow of the high sierras at home in the mountains. Here are a few photos from our recent trip into the playground that is Alabama Hills at the feet of some of the tallest mountains in the 48. Mount Williamson and Whitney loomed over our campground like sleeping buffalo. We actually had wild buffalo outside of our camp in Africa which was not quite as pleasant or comforting. I couldn't sleep, imagining all night a stampede charging my tent. Fortunately this weekend, we had Darwin the terrier to take care of any hostile threats.
Girl climbing weekend was a brilliant idea. I have a feeling this will be the first of many. We were preceded by a fresh snow in the hills that stayed only long enough to dust the mountains. By the time we got there, things were warming up. Even though it was chilly, we got away with pretty ideal camping weather. My camp mates might argue with me, but forties are not bad when camping in spring. I've stayed in this area and had frozen water by morning, so we got off easy this time.
Being the legitimate campers that we are, we performed the staples of outdoor living: fire, smores and esoteric stories of ghost, aliens, and coincidences. Stories must be told. And mountains must be climbed.
Monday, April 28, 2014
In the works! I am fine tuning my African sketchbook to get it ready for printing! I'm really happy to be kind of in view of the finish line. I've always dreamed of having a book... of my own... on my shelf.
The book will be a mix of things: an art book first and foremost with drawings, collage, photographs and funny anecdotes, a travel book with stories of our climb on Kilimanjaro, a memento for people who have climbed Kilimanjaro but arent as obsessive about documenting as me, maybe a paper weight, and perhaps a resource for those who might want to climb, or learn about the climate, plants or routes on the mountain, the Serengeti, a little Swahili or some interesting facts about Tanzania.
There are a good deal of books about Kilimanjaro, but nothing that has an artistic edge or combines all of these elements, so I'm hoping it will have a market.
Thursday, April 24, 2014
More Art Podcasts at Blog Talk Radio with Suzanne Toro on BlogTalkRadioI sat down with Suzanne Toro (who's so incredibly wonderful) on BTR a few weeks back. You can check out the interview here where I talk about traveling, art on the run, the pains of art school (ha!) and some of the costumes, drawings and maps that I've been working on.
Monday, April 21, 2014
Kurt Vonnegut's MO, somehow he manages to be simultaneously jaded and giddy at the same time. He's just light-heartedly chuckling about the hopelessness of the human race. You know, that's all..
I read Cat's Cradle recently in which he makes up a whole religion that double backs on itself. The first tenant being: “All of the true things I am about to tell you are shameless lies." I walked away with his point being that the lies of religion make people happier than the truth derived from science.
I wouldn't say I agree, but I still think it is a sound argument. I see it like trying a case without a weapon, DNA, or witnesses. You put together the pieces as best you can, and it seems to make sense with what you have in front of you. But you are working with a short deck. There's this great book with thought-provoking ideas and reasonable assumptions based on a narrow scope of humanity, its actions and effects. Given what society works with, these ideas about religion and science sadly seem to make sense and I can appreciate the casework. But I do think the real picture is a much bigger mystery, outside of the scope of the duality of these two constantly warring sides - religion and science. The unseen knots that bind us, quantum physics, galaxies beyond ours, wave particle paradox and observer effect, the brain, memory, love. None of it can be explained away in terms of science or conventional religion for that matter. Though there may be answers in both, and answers enough for the individual, which is all that matters sometimes, especially if you think that we are only working with one lifetime. Those answers might be enough. For me though, there is comfort in all the questions.
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Every time I read it, I feel it in my gut.
He wrote this poem back in the seventies, when gang life was prevalent, drugs abundant and communities falling apart. I always thought that the most valuable thing Victor ever taught me was related to acupuncture and energetics. But there are stories he'd tell sitting around dinner or in his living room about the Civil Rights Movement that were so captivating and inspiring, I feel as if I was there.
Really miss those times.
And I miss the truth in these ideals.
As life moves on, the battle to live freely becomes increasingly more difficult. Responsibility, expectation and ambition wear away that lightness of being. You need people around you who see the world this way, who push you on when everything around you is defying your convictions...and that's yet another reason why Victor being gone is a huge terrible hole.
Gonna go eat some sushi tonight with his old buddies to soften the edges.
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
The music video debuted today! Happy watching!
Congrats to my great friend Elizaveta for her new ep release "Hero" check it out on itunes.
Film Credits include:
Song: "Sorry" by Elizaveta
Dancers: Malece Miller and Nico Greetham from SYTYCD
Director: Nicolas Randall
Cinematography: Isaac Bauman
Choreography: Ryan Heffington
Makeup: Kali Kennedy
Video Editing: Stephane Pereira
Monday, April 14, 2014
Happy Cambodian New Year. I love this time of year; I get to vicariously celebrate Cambodia's biggest holiday, relive some of my favorite memories from parties in Phnom Penh, and rope my friends into going to LBC with me eat to unhealthy amounts of Cambodian food.
We usually visit Sophy's. The beef jerky is so good, though I should mention I never had anything like it in Cambodia. They do make lemongrass soup (Somlaw Machu Kreung) which has that "good old taste." I met a girl on the plane to Cambodia. She invited me to take a detour after I got off the plane to come eat at her family's house. I did of course and have that phrase stuck in my head, because that's what she said when her mom brought out the soup. "Ahh that good old taste."
(pic I took from Cambodian New Years festival in Long Beach a few years ago)
Friday, April 11, 2014
A while back I caught Sebastião Salgado's show at Bergamot Station. I looked up where this place is (although it's probably doctored) Brooks Range, Arctic Alaska. Somebody send me on an expedition to the Arctic. I read a fantastic book by a Russian explorer not too long ago and have been dreaming of these landscapes ever since. Uncharted territory.
(The song is The Valleys by a now disbanded British group, Electrelane. The poem performed by an a cappella group is by Siegfried Sassoon circa 1918.)