Lacking Posts? oops

Today is the last 24 hours in which i work on the Almighty BFA project. will it be a success?

In my exhaustion i can examine myself bluntly and relatively critically. Findings:
1 i do not say what i mean as often as i thought
2 i try very hard to value- respect and honor my friendships
3 i rely on a partnership as heavily as any other person though i try to appear otherwise
4 i hate talking about myself but i have been doing it excessively for the past 4 months- leading me to understand much more fully the statement “artists are selfish”

more after art is over.

Quiet Time.

I am in the studio; my Ipod has long since silenced its limited play list. Sanding a most difficult hard wood table to be refinished my thoughts begin to wander away from the mundane task at hand, and the confusing emotions of the past few days. The table belongs to my mother. From that single thought bud bloomed time, the non-linear memories take over with the dull scratch of the sandpaper a fertilizer to my mind wandering. I remember my grandmother and think of how I never let myself grieve, unless this is what grief is. I’m not sure I will ever know. I tried to understand grief just then within my rhythmic motion. What is grief, what is grief? All I can feel is stress building and climbing. My dust mask is not doing its job, and the particles itch my nose, just as if the stimulation of the irritating particles settled on certain neural pathways a blinding emotional pain swept over me. I do not understand grief- that is irrelevant- no human ever really does. I am, however, stunned by the concept of family. I have no recollection of any family member helping me through a hard time. I Wrack my brain as if it will spontaneously come up with even the smallest moment where I can feel comforted by family- by their warmth. Passed hamsters, friends, family, jobs, time, and places. I see no emotional support system in my past and suddenly the repetition of my arm removing layers of time from this table is more than I can bear. Winter cold is definite, still, and quiet. I feel no hurt, something like sorrow and loneliness perches on the peripheries of my dust-covered body. Somewhere in this I understand my terror of the future and my insecurity in the present.

The Palmer Effect

“I’m a guy, Amanda,” one record company exec reportedly told her. “I understand what people like.”

http://www.sacbee.com/122/story/1464608.html

In brief, or thong or whatever you like, Roadrunner, a record lable has Dissed the all powerful Amanda palmer. I mean What PR idiot did that? What person (man or woman aka The Man) would tell a woman proud and supper loud with a huge fan-base of similarly loud and wonderfully loving people that she’s too fat. Ha HA. Taking none of that she refused to delete the offending scenes. Warped body image is a disease, struggling with it myself since i understood the concept of sexuality i know first hand it is a crippling thing. Men and women alike are confused, befuddled, stricken with the idea that their body will never be good enough.  researchers are saying 86% of women….why that cant be right… is that in the US only… wow(www.edreferral.com). So women are unsatisfied with their bodies. as they have been for Quite some time. Do we blame the media? do we blame health nut parents? do we blame men? 

I blame myself. I believe We as a society deserve our neurosis. We create havoc in ourselves.

alright that aside here we are sitting in our living rooms catching the latest show, soaking in the delicious media in a numb fashion. I wonder What percent of parents talk to their children of what appears on comercials, what a deviant body is and why TV is not Reality. (Deviant bodies do not adhere to the cultural norm) Deviant bodies threaten the media in some way as displayed by Roadrunner’s actions. Their attempt to remove the offending “fat belly” from the Leeds United Video Created a moment of transparency, the impossible nature of thin, and the reality that images of average women are removed from our sight. Nowhere in the net have i seen a person speak out against her “chub” all positive comments are derived  from the  controversy, however the Audience of which this reaches is quite small. Those Aterna-punk-fem people are just too few to fight this one. so theres a website down there on the bottom of this post, The Rebellyion. take a picture of your belly and e mail it. Oh yes tell your friends, tell the Whole USA.  I HAVE CELLULITE AND FUCK YOU I LIKE IT. i don’t look like a thinly framed woman, why should I? 

A few small journals picked up the story online, other than that there has been no mention of this in the news

When the christian media/blogger hails Amanda as a hero for not giving in i was impressed, previous counts of harassment due to lyrical statements made of abortion or sex have put her in a negative light with said communities. Below again is a link to a great article reviewing her CD.

The rash of over photoshopped images is rather frightening. I believe Bodies are pushing, and pushing the media into a different direction, and the media is pushing back. So push you beautiful people and tell someone they look lovely. you would be surprised how few people take such a complement. Its my new Social experiment. Make it yours if you will.

 

Roadrunner Female musicians:

Amanda Palmer/dresden dolls

There IS one woman in Nightwish

Within Temptation

 

http://www.therebellyon.com/The_Rebellyon/Belly_Gallery/Pages/Belly_Shots%21.html

http://theoblogic.blogspot.com/2008/12/mind-amazing-amanda-palmer.html

http://www.cepagallery.org/exhibitions/deviant/index.html

 

And my Favorite

http://www.examiner.com/x-1823-Chicago-Indie-Music-Examiner~y2009m1d4-Singer-too-fat-to-promote-says-indie-label-fans-media-outraged

BECAUSE the Ad banner on the top was for a Rachel Ray loose belly fat system! talk about portraying women’s aveage bodies as a negative.

Kelli and her Genious with words

jigsaw puzzles.
I love them. I can spend hours on a good NY skyline, or a 3000 piece parisian scene. There’s a method, a structure, a strategy.
You start with the perimeters, the boundaries (yes, I’m that person) then come the main focal points, and then you begin to fill in the bits in between. Piece by piece.
Its a bit like life I suppose. ( How trite am I? I blame Paris) you have your boundaries. Birth and death, the main focal points. The things you’ll get to eventually, such as marriage, children, a job, retirement… though when and how are still unknown. And then there are all those thousands of tiny pieces, the day to day, the tiny events that once they are all placed next to each other will somehow form the big picture, they will somehow take you from marriage to children to….
And then there are those moments of frustration. Of knowing you have the piece somewhere, but not being able to find it. The moments of chance, and the moments of utter satisfaction of having found the right piece, and of having it fit neatly alongside its neighbour.
And then there are moments like last night. The moment when you realise that the piece that you you were so sure of. The one that fits on all four sides, but just needs a little jamming to wedge it in, simply isn’t the right piece.
It doesn’t fit. The corners are all dog-eared from constant pressure to stay flat. But it doesn’t fit.
We.
Don’t fit.
And I realise that I’ve spent months stubbornly jabbing at the wrong piece, hoping it will complete my skyline.
There’s that elusive thing called chemistry. You’ve either got it, or you don’t. It doesn’t have to be sexual. It can be conversational, or physical, or mental, or merely chemical. But you can’t force it. And you sure as hell can’t fake it- sure a little moonlight helps, and stars, and a rakish smile- but they’re only fooling you. Temporary bubbles while the chemical reaction fizzles out.
Life’s simple really. You’ve either got the chemistry, or you don’t. The piece fits. Perfectly. Or it doesn’t.
The only complication is the stubborn hope for the former when only the latter is true.
Here’s to simplicity. To the true butterflies that real chemistry produces, to matching strides, three-hour long conversations, identical thoughts at precisely the same time.
Here’s to pieces and people that fit together.
Like a 13 mm wrench to a sign bolt.
And here’s to knowing when to move on to the next piece of the puzzle.
To finding the perfect fit.

Ms. Kelli Brazier F.O.R.G.

“I like to think my kissing skills, and any thing thereafter, are like my cooking skills…i know exactly whats good or bad but i cant for the life of me produce it myself.”

movement

 

Can scenery change a person? can action take the place of stagnation?

Electoral Shenanigans omg o m g

Im impressed.  the amount of posters and flyers out were disgusting. i could not believe it.

 

i like elections because everywhere you go there are people yelling and conversing, it brings out the passion and the fight in people who would normally be silent on the issues. even when it comes to being left alone

 

Welcome in the USA’s new Prez Obama. turning point of our country? change? firsts…

The process of monoprint.

Welcome to 5:50 AM tonight was playing catchup.

Monoprint, the bane the blood and the pulse of 5 am. Here i am printing up a storm with no care in the world. Apparently Its become Cathartic.

Monotypes are just as they sound. they are a single pull off a plate or block which can not be replicated.  Ink is Rolled, painted, smudged, wiped, sprayed off and onto the plate.  te result is something equivalent to a sketch.

sketch:drawing::monoprint:printmaking

I will post preface my preface with- i start everything late. i think and i stew and i sketch and i plan. i usually dont use anything that i had thought of but… BUT it leads me to what i want to do and those thoughts change and flow into the final decision… all of this is very true for many artistically minded people i am sure.

Tonight i started with crap. and i ran the gamut. the crap is turning into a drawing to make it less crap and the new monoprints are making there way in an entirely new direction thanks to  TOOL.

Inspire me oh wonderful TOOL

there i began and here i am. with a bit of awkward cells and conduit in the middle I.. yes I my friends have made…

ABSTRACT FUCKING ART!!!!!

pictures to come when i grab batteries for my cammmmmmeeeeraaaaa.

BTW look up chris cunningham hes a director mostly music vids. um can we say yesssssssssss to creepy shit? we need more. i want to work with him!!

To KRUMP or not to KRUMP

” KRUMP” introduction to Krump techniques 1.0″

 

Flailing, stomping, breakdancing, character acting? what is Krumping??  produced in 2005 this…… i hesitate to say instructional video is a home video of a bunch of “homies” whom are famous “krumpers”. MORE BADASS BY THE SECOND. i laughed through the first 40 minutes then i started seeing the underlying culture, mannerisms and language that persists. there is an entire culture within this Krunking. theres the eyes and the rudes. eyes are more techinical, smoother, the rudes are agressive and dirty (in movement) they promote a character that you use when you dance, goofy, angry, sexy, nonchalant, flashy, catty. this character- comes from you,but is not you. 

Thes people are AMAZING DANCERS not only Krump but anything. some usher shit was just pulled out, some country, wow.

The control it takes to  do these wild movements and still flow into a cohesive piece and character…. the foot work is precise as hell.

They are creating someting bigger than themselves, acting, moving, releasing agression in a positive way (with battles and sessions) 

this shit kicks ass

Its Buck.

More later…

hahahahahaha i wish i knew how to flash animate you would be funny animals too

http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/penguincalls

Awesome

Hanging in th studio you realize many things.

A) studio is hot. really really hot

B) Mechanics are fascinating

C) Duffy’s law- when more work can be created- it is, where there is no extra work she will make some.

im working on a 42” by 60” piece. piping and mechanics galore Pictures to follow in a few days. It made me realize ive gotten really sloppy and lazy with my line work, i need to reel it in. also i pick up my book list today- and pay off the dealer/library since i lost then found a book of theirs( it was sent home in a box to nashua- not where said book should have gone) they still are charging me an arm and a leg, next time you see me ill be asymmetrical. i need to figure out the direction of this thing- any input?