distance makes the heart grow fonder,
however, in closeness you dance.
Pilobolus began, in 1971, as an outsider dance company, and quickly became renowned the world over for its imaginative and athletic exploration of creative collaboration. Nearly 40 years later, it has evolved into a pioneering American cultural institution of the 21st century. Pilobolus.com | Pilobolus on YouTube | Pilobolus blog
My wife and I have not lived in a space over 900 square feet.
We are learning that living in small spaces where square footage is not a bountiful commodity, can help form a strong symbiotic understanding of physical communication.
Living closely together has assisted in adopting a language which strengthens our bond. Accidental bumps and brushes because passages are to tight can lead to certain types of laughter and specific fun.
Big homes can give you space to breathe, small spaces allow you to dance.
If you live in museum, make sure you reserve certain small spaces for chances to explore some sort of chemistry.
after all,
How much can you learn from failing to face each other?
Possibly to discuss an ending or usher a new beginning.
terrence moline, 2005 mother katrina, illustration pen & ink
When people attempt to imagine the experience of being subjected to a natural disaster,
I tell them, Imagine if I came to your house,
burned it down (with all possessions inside)
& politely forced you, your friends and family to move miles away from each other.
Then,
I began to tell people….really, you should get rid of 75% of your shit because you don’t need it. You think you need it, but when it’s gone, you will not miss it and you will question why you had it in the first place.
Then,
I told people I was gonna start a company where I would come to your house, burn it down (with all possessions inside)
and tell your friends they may never see you again.
In fact, for the first 2 months… I wouldn’t even let your extended family know that you’re alive.
This would be a great business model.
Because I’m learning it’s hard to let go of objects that we believe define us.
Then I realized,
What a powerful experience this has been.
It was tragic for many indigenous people.
However, for those who survived and who could afford a new perspective, it was a wake-up call.
We don’t need things, because in a flash, it can all be gone.. washed away… forever changed.
When this transformation occurs, blinding spotlights are put on one’s self. You learn what is essential.
You learn who you are when there is nothing to hide behind.
Sometimes it takes someone or something outside of ourselves to separate us from objects we’ve loved.
I’ve been meeting more courageous people who have been brave enough to separate themselves from their belongings.
They have willingly liquidated all possessions and left social networks vacuous. This act is something I certainly applaud.
My hope for everyone is that you’ll appreciate the beauty of simplicity and travel, live light, and realize you have more to share than you think.
My New Orleans peeps. We have culture in our pockets, and if nothing else, those pockets span deep.
1st Music Post.
The Morning Benders via {say maday}
ECHO MIX 1
This music mix makes me see a certain color of summer.
A light airy seventies kind of mix with hints of the present.
It’s eclectic and soulful,
rock-ish and beautiful,
lush in portions while cool, with bits of grit ’n’ hippie.
Great for early morning working hours or as an icebreaker between your 9(2)5 and pursing your after primary income passions.
Track Listing
- Steve Martin and Bernadette Peters | Tonight You Belong To Me
- Xavier Cugat | Perfidia (Instrumental)
- The Avalanches | Since I Left You
- The Radio Dept | Where Damage Isn’t Already Done
- The Walkmen | There Goes My Baby (The Drifters Cover)
- Bibio | Lovers’ Carvings
- The Morning Benders | Have One On Me (Joanna Newsom / J Dilla Cover)
- Twin Sister | Lady Daydream (Cassette Version)
- Arthur Russell | Lucky Cloud
- Blur | Caravan
- Smokey Robinson and The Miracles |Ooo Baby Baby
i am here, at this juncture….
attempting to understand that my body is not a structure
but a moment in time.
i’m not even the real me
i’m just this idea of myself frozen in time…
…somewhat still resisting what change has to offer.
what i have been working on…
is not having expectations.
the only thing i can do is have an idea of what i want
then respect, nourish and love what is created.
expectations for painting and the rest of my life….
life is easier without external expectations.
the only thing i expect is my best.
i have no idea what shape or form my best will take.
my best has to be an entity of its own… outside of my own criticism.
we need to give ourselves space to grow.
the beauty and excitement of creation is in the development.
to get to this juncture, i had to learn not to fear the stages of the present.
the present isn’t permanent.
my body is not a place.
everything changes.
So
I was sitting down the other day thinking about the future of art and how I believe a large majority of consumer art will be digital. I’m kinda thinking large HD screens that have rotating art work not singular paintings on canvas hanging on wall.
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While working on a project for his wife, A good friend of ours, Jim, draws me into his room and says, “have you seen this civilization movie…..”
Behold
The future of art. (maybe or at least a version of it)
Civilization by Marco Brambilla from CRUSH on Vimeo.
Artist website Marco Brambilla warning: some of his other videos. just… i…well… i warned you.
BTW
http://motionographer.com
if you have nothing to do you can get lost on this site looking at really, really cool stuff.
Intelligence is one thing to me…..
knowing where you are in the cycle of life and understanding that most things have been said or done a million times before you. If you can grasp the cycle, you’ll know where to look for the answers.
Human existence slowly evolves. Sometimes we live our lives to push and so that we evolve. Sometimes we push so that generations of humanity will benefit from our efforts. In order to aid evolution, we all have to keep pushing at the intersection.
I’ve been dancing and chanting, praying and begging life to grant me the creative impetus I felt when i was younger.
I feel like this wish has been granted . . . finally.
And with it…Now i remember… comes insane insomnia. Which is not as fun when you’re older. Creativity consumes. It has little care for the rest of your life. And if you want to keep creativity, she only asks for two things in return….
1. all
2. now
…and if that’s a problem … you need to let her know…