Friday, October 24, 2008

walls, beds, teas and the fugees

spinach (washed and free of nasties) + e.v.o.o. + salt (kosher? iodized? it's your choice really) = delicious

better if it's arugula though.

i've been thinking a lot about walls and spaces. spent a lot of time on walls and why we put things on our walls. i've concluded (though not exclusively) that we place things on our walls to validate our existence and interests. family photos, diplomas, paintings, etc. i mean really, we wouldn't put our divorce papers on our living room wall. or a photo of the first time we got jumped in the park as a kid. it made me think of graffiti and how it's the antithesis of controlling ones space/environment, or organizing it to validate oneself. and it's been a hard thing to grapple with while currently working on a body of paintings. what place does my work have in a greater discussion? knowing that they will reside on a wall space, what does my work need to do to jump off the wall and attack the viewer with questions? i don't want my work to validate. i don't profess to have answers and i never want to. i want my work to be filled with questions that provoke further questions. i'm not really interested in answers to the questions i really value. i feel, they are unanswerable.

space. so yes, space is what i'm currently sifting through right now. literally and mentally. (well i guess with every "-ally", i am mixing through space.) going off of my works immediate location (wall space), i move to the bigger space: the gallery (hopefully? not sure if this would make me happy or depressed). what defines a gallery space. i mean, for all i know its as much a "white square" as mental hospital as prison cell. so what happens in a gallery? we put things on the walls, in the middle of the room to circumnavigate, and occasionally a performance will be had. sounds like a bedroom to me. photos of family, paintings, a bed to walk around and trip onto, which also doubles as the performance space of sleep, sex and waking up. i do realize that i am oversimplifying; i'm sure there's more you can do on a bed.

i was talking to my mom on the phone tonight and in the middle of the conversation, my tea kettle started screaming at me, so i set the phone down next to my computer. when i came back to pick up the phone my mom goes...

" is that RAP i hear? do you listen to that?"

"rap? yes i actually listen to all kinds of music mom.."

"that's not music. it's noise." (NOTE: this is an improvement; when i was in middle school, it was "filth", now it's just "noise"...)

"mom, it's just as much music as country as folk as rock's lyric driven music..."

"no. no.'s noise" then an awkward conversation change onto the topic of her visit to see MoTab rehearse. fun times mom. fun reminded me of the time she wouldn't let me buy TLC's "" because of the word "sexy" in the title. i was devastated. i wasn't allowed to go chase waterfalls in my room. i had to wait until sleepovers.

i need a massage.


i'm glad i have only a tea kettle to scream at me. it's the perfect alternative to a child. a puppy and a tea kettle.

Monday, October 20, 2008

bride of chucky

ehhhhhh. i can't look at her too long. what a creepy child.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

what a ham

gosh. i'm so cute.


the only thing funnier than seeing mccain embrace a child...

is seeing barack obama as one: a son of promise. they should have cut the crap and titled it "the newest testament".

Friday, October 10, 2008

broken circuit

i just keep pushing and pushing it, and, pffft. nothing.

Monday, October 6, 2008

calling all pussycats

So, about a year ago I found this on craigs list and posted it on my facebook blog. Well, I found it today and in honor of that occasion I have decided to repost it.

Girl Group
Reply to:
Date: 2007-05-05, 12:25PM MDT

I am starting a female pop/r&b girl group. The ages will be 16-19. I am 16 myself. I only want and will accept serious applicants. I want this to be the next big thing like the Pussycat Dolls. There will be a maximum of four girls. If you are interested please email me with :

1) Name:

2) Where do you live?:

3) Age:

4) Can you sing/dance?:

5) Can you write poetry or songs ( if not that is ok!):

6) Any other special talents ( rap or play an instrument):

7) Are you a teamplayer:

8) Why should I choose you?:

9) Looks:

10) Are you willing to work hard and achieve your dreams:

Thursday, October 2, 2008

free chicken


i went to go see sigur ros at the great saltair, and was quite taken not only with the music, and the expanse of the salt lake, but also with these window archways.



some interesting shadow shapes

this makes me homesick. although, taken in utah, intense sunsets remind me of virginia.

a different kind of sunset.

sigur ros.

busy shoppers.

the new visual arts dept. t-shirt. i'm not proud of the shirt or the fact that we have "swimsuit" models and not nudes. this is a shame.