Monday, August 30, 2010

Woodcut from Hans StadenTrue Story and Description of a Country of Wild, Naked, Grim, Man-eating People in the New World, America, 1557

Theodor de Bry Collection des Grands and Petits Voyages.1592

                                    



Slave Market at Rio
 Martha Graham 1821 


K to the P it's your birthdeeeee...

What did the big candle say to the little candle?
 You're too young to go out....                                                                                
   It's my best friend Kendal's birthday, everyone wish her a happy birthday! 


                The night before my birthday Two yeARS ago I took this friend to a routine evening pilates class, we had just started becoming friends again since high school and  at the time she had no clue that my birthday was so close. When I told her, I swear to god her mouth dropped with shock, almost in resentment as if I told her she had to throw a party for the president and would only be given two hours.
          
      I've never really had a big deal made out of my birthday, let alone my birthday's eve, and this friend went home with record speed and rounded up some more friends at her place and surprised me with balloons, a bottle, and flowers, we then proceeded to get a little crunk and shake our tail feathers. That was one of the sweetest things a friend has done for me. I ended the night puking on her bathroom floor, and she sat on the carpet against the wall beside me and was totally happy just keeping me company, and through our slurred and broken sentences I can remember feeling so lucky that I had found such a great friend.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BEAUTIFUL FRIEND!

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

extra cushion... a reminder to myself




The last two months I have lived in a vacation town, it has been fun, but the visibility of a repetitive string of unhealthy habits is coming to outshine the party at this point. My habits have changed to suit this place, I allowed my self to get by on the idea that I was giving myself a treat or break, but nothing could be further from the truth.

As I started to see a little layer of womanly emphasis accruing, my aesthetically driven mind jumped to ideas about dieting, drinking less, exercising. Result: All these things I'd increase or decrease for a few days, a few hours, until I eventually let the party begin again.

It's been a little frustrating because I'm seeing the effects in every aspect of my life; but, up until now I realize I have been preoccupied with my own aesthetic disapproval. I sat down and meditated for a bit and then it hit me, that I don't feel well. I just realized why...

Somewhere along the line I got lost and forgot the whole basis for how I take care of my body rides on the desire of wanting everything to work more efficiently; and, because of that reason I am cautious about what goes in it... because I want more energy and I want mental clarity, I've not had to worry about my weight or any outer or inner ailments because I don't like the way bad things cloud my brain and make my body feel. 




"....Sometimes I don't agree 
with my thoughts on being free
Lion In a coma.
Lying in a coma....."



Saturday, August 7, 2010

Alfred Hitchcock 'Suspicion'



This movie is worth watching, quite unpredictable. It's based of Francis Iles 1935 book, 'Before the fact.'

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

re-edit of something I started on a darker day...

Beauty all around me
Flowers and their mothers
Like soul mates and lovers they grow side by side
Colors and warmth lay within my reach.....
But I’m an iceberg where nothing grows and nothing breathes
This ground I’ve paved so everyone leaves
And I don’t sleep
And I don’t eat
So I don’t have the energy to grieve
In this place of the darkest space
There are no stars there are no smiles
But if you look hard enough
You’ll find my scars stand trial
because underneath my skin
is where I hide all the treasures and sin
and I don’t even mean to do it
I’m like an involuntary chameleon,
I’m not afraid to do it,
I’m not ashamed to talk,
But I worry that the weight of speech
on this early dock
Will sink our ship
And land us both on rocks,
so for now my dear forgive me
if I don’t always shine the light
it’s just I’ve left a trail behind
 and I can’t always map it out right
it’s not that I don’t love you
I’ll come around, you’ll see,.
But for now I’m tired of the past
And in the present I am free