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From the British Pavilion at the Venice Biennale 2013. My favorite pavilion. This work is a must watch with fantastic music. (via Jeremy Deller’s English Magic at Venice Biennale - exclusive video

"Porque te vas" -Jeannette 

This song is featured in one of my favorite movies “Cria Cuervos” from 1976. If you haven’t seen it, I suggest you track it down and do so! 

I do not photograph nature. I photograph my visions. -Man Ray
Pictured above is a pair of Cyrus Kabiru’s whimsical glasses. Lately, I’ve found myself drawn towards works involving masks and vision and I’m actually hoping to incorporate this theme into my thesis (which is a monstrous non-sensical beast at the moment). Man Ray, who most of us know for his photography, created a golden pair of glasses glasses he called “Optic Topic.” Cyrus’ work very much reminds me of the surrealist spirit with which the surrealist objects were made. Surrealist objects have something within them that suggest function but, yet, are completely devoid of functionality in the the same way that these glasses suggest and negate vision. Eyewear or objects that propose to involve vision are particularly interesting because they seem to suggest transformation. Just as Man Ray photographs, not nature, but his visions, these glasses do not enhance vision but transform it. 

I do not photograph nature. I photograph my visions. -Man Ray


Pictured above is a pair of Cyrus Kabiru’s whimsical glasses. Lately, I’ve found myself drawn towards works involving masks and vision and I’m actually hoping to incorporate this theme into my thesis (which is a monstrous non-sensical beast at the moment). Man Ray, who most of us know for his photography, created a golden pair of glasses glasses he called “Optic Topic.” Cyrus’ work very much reminds me of the surrealist spirit with which the surrealist objects were made. Surrealist objects have something within them that suggest function but, yet, are completely devoid of functionality in the the same way that these glasses suggest and negate vision. Eyewear or objects that propose to involve vision are particularly interesting because they seem to suggest transformation. Just as Man Ray photographs, not nature, but his visions, these glasses do not enhance vision but transform it. 

Here’s a blurb I contributed to Art Wednesday. 
Link: http://artwednesday.com/2013/04/04/out-and-about-x-dorothy-iannone-innocent-and-aware/
Full Text:
In painting after painting, erect phalluses salute, asses wiggle, breasts bulge, vaginas are on full view and everyone’s at it. The life and loves of the artist, and yes, sex are Dorothy Iannone’s subjects. We were lucky to enjoy another amazing ‘Out and About’ night with Lizzie Perrotte at the Camden Arts Center discussing Dorothy’s new show: Innocent and Aware.
As guests gathered in the ground-floor cafe, we were all invited to sign an inkblot guestbook. We say ‘sign’, but this turned out to be a bit of a craft project and everyone took to the task of ink-blotting with childlike zeal. After the artsy fun and bonding, we headed upstairs to the libidinous world of Dorothy Iannone. The vivacious Lizzie Perrotte introduced the group to a discussion of flirtation, intellectual flirtation, that is. After setting the mood, Lizzie gave us a little background on the artist and set us loose into the gallery space for an initial peruse, and let’s face it, a good ol’ gawp.
80-year-old Dorothy Iannone hails from the eastern United States, but has called Europe home for most of her adult life – she’s based in Berlin. Even at 80, her work is as vibrant as ever and she continues to celebrate the intimacy of her personal relationships and unconditional love. Through graphic paintings, sculptures and video boxes, her works depict mostly nude figures against bright psychedelic backdrops of flowers, stars, and biomorphic patterns. Recalling classical Indian erotic art, and at times even Egyptian frescoes, Iannone’s intricate work communicates a personal narrative of love and spirituality. Her art is more childlike and innocent than insolent.
We all came together again after a nice amble through the galleries and shared our thoughts in a refreshingly easy going and engaging ‘flirtation’, concluding the evening next to Iannone’s anarchic ‘cookbook’. We each shared a personal ‘talisman’, which Lizzie had requested each of us bring beforehand – we do enjoy a bit of show and tell. In a nod to the intimate and autobiographical nature of Iannone’s work, sharing these ‘talismans’ rendered Iannone’s work ever the more personal to each of us. We all have interior desires and superstitions and the talismans, we were told, represented these things in different ways for each of us. Afterall, Iannone’s work isn’t so much about sexuality as it is about unconditional love and unity.

Here’s a blurb I contributed to Art Wednesday. 

Link: http://artwednesday.com/2013/04/04/out-and-about-x-dorothy-iannone-innocent-and-aware/

Full Text:

In painting after painting, erect phalluses salute, asses wiggle, breasts bulge, vaginas are on full view and everyone’s at it. The life and loves of the artist, and yes, sex are Dorothy Iannone’s subjects. We were lucky to enjoy another amazing ‘Out and About’ night with Lizzie Perrotte at the Camden Arts Center discussing Dorothy’s new show: Innocent and Aware.

As guests gathered in the ground-floor cafe, we were all invited to sign an inkblot guestbook. We say ‘sign’, but this turned out to be a bit of a craft project and everyone took to the task of ink-blotting with childlike zeal. After the artsy fun and bonding, we headed upstairs to the libidinous world of Dorothy Iannone. The vivacious Lizzie Perrotte introduced the group to a discussion of flirtation, intellectual flirtation, that is. After setting the mood, Lizzie gave us a little background on the artist and set us loose into the gallery space for an initial peruse, and let’s face it, a good ol’ gawp.

80-year-old Dorothy Iannone hails from the eastern United States, but has called Europe home for most of her adult life – she’s based in Berlin. Even at 80, her work is as vibrant as ever and she continues to celebrate the intimacy of her personal relationships and unconditional love. Through graphic paintings, sculptures and video boxes, her works depict mostly nude figures against bright psychedelic backdrops of flowers, stars, and biomorphic patterns. Recalling classical Indian erotic art, and at times even Egyptian frescoes, Iannone’s intricate work communicates a personal narrative of love and spirituality. Her art is more childlike and innocent than insolent.

We all came together again after a nice amble through the galleries and shared our thoughts in a refreshingly easy going and engaging ‘flirtation’, concluding the evening next to Iannone’s anarchic ‘cookbook’. We each shared a personal ‘talisman’, which Lizzie had requested each of us bring beforehand – we do enjoy a bit of show and tell. In a nod to the intimate and autobiographical nature of Iannone’s work, sharing these ‘talismans’ rendered Iannone’s work ever the more personal to each of us. We all have interior desires and superstitions and the talismans, we were told, represented these things in different ways for each of us. Afterall, Iannone’s work isn’t so much about sexuality as it is about unconditional love and unity.

The cows may come and go but the bull goes on forever…

It’s quite literally been years since my last post and a lot has changed yet it’s business as usual despite my best efforts. I’m reminded of a kitschy plaque that used to hang in the kitchen of my family’s ranch in the Salinas valley. It was a simplistically painted bull in a green pasture. Above and below the image appeared the words, “The cows may come and go but the bull goes on forever.” I found this plaque hysterical at the age of 6 as if I were some world-weary old lady. As I sit here in London on a rare gorgeous day (ALLELUJAH!) attempting to establish a relationship to the internet beyond email and the googs, I’m still amused by this kitchen wisdom. I’ve moved to a new city, gone back to school, met new people, and even picked up some annoying British words, but you know what? It’s the same shit, ladies. same shit. This is precisely why you can’t take yourself too seriously no matter where in this crazy world you are or what your station in life is. I genuinely think we know all the essentials by 6…especially if your parents invested in some wise crackin’ country kitsch. I hope y’all can keep up with my bull and enjoy it from time to time. I know I do. And you know what? This actually makes me think of Ferdinand the Bull, another childhood gem. I just want to smell zeeee flowers…

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Queenie welcomes the sun and so do I! 

Queenie welcomes the sun and so do I! 

Giant Squid still scarier.
No other boats braved the rough seas the day we went out. We had the lone salty sea dog of a captain who was comfortable enough or in need of funds enough to get our boat out over the churning ocean to deposit us into the deep with these perfect predators. Visibility wasn’t the greatest because the water was so rough but I saw enough to know with certainty that these creatures are absolutely deserving of their “great” title. I was not expecting to note their beauty as much as I did. Frightening and powerful, they are a beauty to behold in the wild… from behind steel bars, that is.
To sum things up: squid still scarier. No beauty and they could sneak through the steel bars if needed. So I guess what I’m saying is that I can admire sharks now. Still hate those Giant Squid though. Always will. And is it squid or squids???? Ugh..even a pain to write about those creeps.

Giant Squid still scarier.

No other boats braved the rough seas the day we went out. We had the lone salty sea dog of a captain who was comfortable enough or in need of funds enough to get our boat out over the churning ocean to deposit us into the deep with these perfect predators. Visibility wasn’t the greatest because the water was so rough but I saw enough to know with certainty that these creatures are absolutely deserving of their “great” title. I was not expecting to note their beauty as much as I did. Frightening and powerful, they are a beauty to behold in the wild… from behind steel bars, that is.

To sum things up: squid still scarier. No beauty and they could sneak through the steel bars if needed. So I guess what I’m saying is that I can admire sharks now. Still hate those Giant Squid though. Always will. And is it squid or squids???? Ugh..even a pain to write about those creeps.

Protea on Table Mountain.

Protea on Table Mountain.

Kirstenbosch Botanical gardens. We narrowly missed this misty mess and certain misfortune when we decided to turn back after we traversed an ENDLESS amount stairs up Skeleton Gorge. This fog quickly rolled in over Table Mountain and our proposed hike just minutes after we began our descent back to the gardens.

Kirstenbosch Botanical gardens. We narrowly missed this misty mess and certain misfortune when we decided to turn back after we traversed an ENDLESS amount stairs up Skeleton Gorge. This fog quickly rolled in over Table Mountain and our proposed hike just minutes after we began our descent back to the gardens.

The Cape of Good Hope

Apologies for not updating. After this entry, everything will be in order, I promise. So the second day I found myself in beautiful Cape Town, P was kind enough to take me to the edge of the world. I like the sound of that. Ladies and Gents, Dominique was here! At the edge of the world! Oh yes and it’s official: the world is, indeed, round. No map endings or sharp edges to be found here.  The day was overcast and quite windy but considering the hike we were about to embark on, it was very much welcome. After hearing tales of baboon hoodlums and scalawags and seeing ominous signs warning what seemed to be the imminent threat of these fellows, I was a little disappointed to not have seen a single naughty primate on the way to Cape Point. Apparently, they are picky about their weather and prefer only to pillage on sunny days. I think they probably know that these particular days would be ripe with sunhat wearing, binocular-eyed tourists….just waiting to have their belongings rifled through and eaten. So after getting over the disappointment of having not met my match in baboon form, I suddenly realized we were smack in the middle of one of the most beautiful spots on earth. Cape Point is unlike any other place I have ever been to. It is vast and peaceful and wild and perfect. The terrain is just alight with color and life. Even the rock formations and cliffs seem to sigh and say “aaaahh….im lucky to be here.”  When we arrived to Cape Point. We had the option to go up to the lighthouse or hike to Dias Beach and the Cape of Good Hope. The lighthouse looked like it would afford you amazing views but it also had a cafe next to it which would seem to distract from the purity of the place….at least in my snotty little mind, it would have. Anyway, we opted to take the trail to the Cape of Good Hope. A wooden planked footpath hugged the edge of the cliffs overlooking Dias Beach, eventually winding up to, quite literally, the edge of the world and a spectacular view of the Cape of Good Hope. The soil was all shades of reds and whites and it alone was something to look at. When we reached the stairs spiraling down to Dias Beach, I was apprehensive. I have a bit of an issue with heights but particularly with stairs going down cliffs to beaches. There’s something about the sensation of going down stairs like these that makes me feel like I will just get blown away or forget how to bend my knees and somehow manage to just walk straight off the cliff…impossible, I know, but still the thought does float around up here. Of course P had no problem with these stairs and charged ahead of me. I gingerly descended the stairs like it was the first time I’d ever seen such an invention. pathetic. as we made our way down towards the most beautiful beach I have ever seen, little rock dassies bounded about all over the cliffs. Completely un-phased by our presence and comfortably scaling their cliff domain, these rodents put me to shame as i slowly navigated the much traversed staircase.  One foot on the sugary sand of Dias beach immediately washed away any memory of fear. Well worth any manner of journey for sure. P and I found ourselves on this comically gorgeous stretch of beach all by ourselves. lucky us! the white sand, the wild surf, the chiseled cliffs, even the little rock dassies were all putting on a private show for us! after taking it all in, we ventured back up the stairs and continued on our way to the Cape of Good Hope and the edge of the world. We reached the breathtaking pinnacle and end of our path. The wind was whipping all around us. on the one side of us was Dias Beach already spotted with more tourists and on the other was the gorgeous Cape of Good Hope that stretched into a misty haze. ahead of us…nothing but the ocean  and mist and somewhere out there, i suppose, Antarctica. 

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