Monday, November 24, 2008

Ode to Bjork

As many of you know, I am a huge fan of Bjork. I love her not only for her music and lyrics, but also for her choice of directors for her music videos. She is a big fan of Michel Gondry, with good reason. This video is one of my favorites... I have always loved the way the images play out with the song.

Friday, November 21, 2008

December 6th

Lookie, Lookie.. I have 2 posts in one day!!!
Actually, I forgot to put this information on the last one...

Please join me December 6th for Mainx24... a 24 hr event on the Southside. For more info, go to CreateHere . The theme for the art part of the event is BLUE.
Here is the piece I will be displaying, for those of you who cannot make it.
Thanks again!

The Pillow Book

On Tuesdays at the River House on Frazier Avenue, there is an open mic night for poetry reading. This past Tuesday, I went to listen to my friend Erica recite a piece of writing she had written about a year ago. The place was pretty empty, which is sad considering how much poetry is a good starter to, at the very least, unusual and interesting conversations.
This said, one of my conversations following was about the film, "The Pillow Book". If you have not seen this film yet, I strongly recommend it, although it is pretty twisted. It is definitely not a comfortable movie. But absolutely one of the most beautiful and sensual films I have ever seen. Not for the weak-stomached or shy, I will note.
One part of the story is about a little girl who has a book called The Pillow Book read to her at bedtime. It is an old book, her mother tells her, that was written 1,000 years before the little girls' time. The book is lists of things that make the author feel; like things she thinks are splendid, or horrible, or that make one's heart beat faster.
As a dedication to this wonderful movie, I urge all of you to think of a list of "top tens". Perhaps the top ten things that you think are beautiful. Or maybe the ten things you like the least. I found that thinking about the things I treasure most made me realize how simple pleasure can be. (they are not in any particular order..)

Top Ten Things That Are Splendid:

1. Sip of hot coffee and smelling autumn for the first time in the year.
2. Yellow Ginkgo leaves on a gray sidewalk.
3. The laugh lines next to a friends' eyes.
4. Bright green moss on a misty, gray day in a Japanese garden.
5. Watching the members of my family do what they love.
6. Listening to opera and driving through the mountains.
7. Walking into my studio early in the morning.
8. Roses that bloom in the snow.
9. Sipping cold ice water while taking a hot bath.
10. Being in love with someone far away.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Monday, November 10, 2008


A while back, my sister Veronique, a friend, and I were sitting outside of a quaint coffee shop on a beautiful day, admiring the leaves and sipping coffee. Down the street, we heard a sing-song voice approaching. As we listened, we realized the beautiful noise was coming from an African-American homeless woman pushing a cart. She had a wonderful voice, and the notes she was hitting made the day seem even more beautiful.

When we listened closer, she was speaking the most vulgar, racially-fired words I have ever heard. I can't even write them here. She walked closer and closer to the cafe, always keeping her voice in a somewhat singing manner. We became more and more uncomfortable. Finally, she seemed to be walking very close to where we were, and so we decided to move. She turned the corner and walked on with her cart, always singing the same vulgar profanities.
I looked over to Veronique, somewhat a little shaken up. "You know, in some places, that could easily have been some sort of performance piece to see how people react when they are uncomfortable".
hmm. We thought it over. Ok, this woman was obviously not mentally together. But what if she had been? what if the whole ordeal had been a sort of social-study piece of performance art? Would it be so shocking to think this, with a world where museums are standing in line to purchase canvasses covered in feces or aborted baby casts?
It stirred quite a conversation, which made things even more controversial. Here we were, the three of us, discussing with ample ideas, what had taken place. All the gears were working. In that small interaction, we had all been lured by the woman's beautiful voice. Then we were shocked by what she was saying. Then we were uncomfortable. Then we were intrigued. I can say that this series of feelings happen often to me in front of some of my favorite works of art. However, I would say that sometimes the uncomfortable feeling I get from the work I am viewing is less a response to a shock, and more to an awe.
Still. I can't drop it. Many people think in order to have beauty in the world, you must have ugliness. In order to show true light, you must have darkness.

I heard a pastor once say that most artists did not like Thomas Kincade.Why is he a painter of light? I see absolutely NO reason WHATSOEVER that his images have any true light. Why? Perhaps it does come to the fact that he has no darkness.
And honestly, when I look at some of his work, and I am uninspired. There is nothing thought-provoking. Everything is candy-sweet.
On the other hand, would I say that interaction with the homeless woman was art? No, probably not. But I WOULD rather spend my time thinking about what the interaction with her made me feel than sit in front of a Disney print.
Sorry, Mr. Kinkade.

Saturday, November 8, 2008


A while, back, I took the myers-briggs test, on a whim, and to appease my ever-fascinated councelor friend. If you have not taken this test, I highly reccomend it. It is not a test you can fail, but more of a personality assessment.

( if you would like to take the test.

Turns out I am an ENFP (Extraverted Intuitive Feeling Perceiving)
Here is the description:

Idealist Portrait of the Champion (ENFP)

Like the other Idealists, Champions are rather rare, say two or three percent of the population, but even more than the others they consider intense emotional experiences as being vital to a full life. Champions have a wide range and variety of emotions, and a great passion for novelty. They see life as an exciting drama, pregnant with possibilities for both good and evil, and they want to experience all the meaningful events and fascinating people in the world. The most outgoing of the Idealists, Champions often can't wait to tell others of their extraordinary experiences. Champions can be tireless in talking with others, like fountains that bubble and splash, spilling over their own words to get it all out. And usually this is not simple storytelling; Champions often speak (or write) in the hope of revealing some truth about human experience, or of motivating others with their powerful convictions. Their strong drive to speak out on issues and events, along with their boundless enthusiasm and natural talent with language, makes them the most vivacious and inspiring of all the types.

Fiercely individualistic, Champions strive toward a kind of personal authenticity, and this intention always to be themselves is usually quite attractive to others. At the same time, Champions have outstanding intuitive powers and can tell what is going on inside of others, reading hidden emotions and giving special significance to words or actions. In fact, Champions are constantly scanning the social environment, and no intriguing character or silent motive is likely to escape their attention. Far more than the other Idealists, Champions are keen and probing observers of the people around them, and are capable of intense concentration on another individual. Their attention is rarely passive or casual. On the contrary, Champions tend to be extra sensitive and alert, always ready for emergencies, always on the lookout for what's possible.

Champions are good with people and usually have a wide range of personal relationships. They are warm and full of energy with their friends. They are likable and at ease with colleagues, and handle their employees or students with great skill. They are good in public and on the telephone, and are so spontaneous and dramatic that others love to be in their company. Champions are positive, exuberant people, and often their confidence in the goodness of life and of human nature makes good things happen.


Wow. I want to say that I think all of those things about myself, but I think that is cutting out an aweful lot of the crap. Ha. And a champion! Not so all of the time.
Hope you all enjoy. My next post will be more interesting. For now, I am appeasing demands..
I would love to hear what some of you think about this test.