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snowed again. sunflower seeds for the birds outside the studio. red cardinals and bluejays and cowbirds and huthatches ohmy.good morning snowy world creatures

Music for the eyes:

can you hear it?

Got to see 2 of my kooky music favorites, Javelin and Miho Hatori at a show @ the market hotel in Brooklyn on 9/18. fun night out w/B.

see photo set here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/avadarlene/sets/72157622449966274/detail/

Javelin
www.myspace.com/hotjamzofjavelin

Miho Hatori
www.myspace.com/mihohatori

went in to catch Karsh Kale live last night @ Joe's Pub in NYC

And in keeping with my penchant for imbibing the least cheery of films....recent rentals have been: Dare mo shiranai/Nobody Knows, a beautiful Japanese film about abandoned children that had me bawling in the bathroom midway. ugh. UGH. and then I 'lighten things up' with The Saddest Music in the World .lol ;).
which ok, was in fact a comedy of sorts...but so truly truly bizarre, a surreal comedy ON sorrow. ( i just might have picked it up just to see my dear lil Anais (Maria de Medieros)again, one can only watch Henry and June oh say fifty or so times, right?...ahem;). Think I'll go listen to the Frida soundtrack or some nice fado now to cheer up.lol. join me?

Whee! Thanks for the tip,

solarfields, I had no Idea that Kate Bush was coming out with a new album. I loooooooooooove her. It's been 12 years!!! She is one of my absolute favorites, brilliant in a way I feel is unmatched except by bjork. I have cassettes, memorized the songs, sing along to everything while priming pieces in my studio, driving in my car. Swept away by the atmospheric music, theatrical voice modulations..the Stories she tells in each song. The Kick Inside, The Dreaming, Hounds of Love...oh I could go on and on.('This Woman's Work' makes me cry everytime I sing along). I remember 12 years ago, waiting out in the cold on a superlong line on my birthday Dec.9th...outside Tower Records in NYC to meet her and have her sign my 2 books. She was exhausted obviously but it was still a thrill/honor. Ah, Kate. She is my musical Anais Nin. And now, today, her new DOUBLE CD is in my hand. in my hand. full of mystery.

OK, long time back I was going nuts over an Ojos De Brujo song but couldn't find a link to it online to share. Finally now I have the CD and I love it...and you Must go download/listen to the raspy witchy spanish flamenco rap of 'Quien Engana No Gana'. Their whole site is pretty gorgeous...check out the amazing artwork!- all huge wall-mural painted and then reproduced for their graphics. And can i tell you how in LOVE I am with this girl's style??? She's Awesome. The gypsy in me wants to run away with this group. This is what I'll be listening to all day.OjosDeBrujo.com

*whew* Been working on art two days straight....coming upstairs for snacks and internet breaks.
Wish I didn't have to go to work tomorrow..I'm on a roll and want to keep going. :(
SO much left to do, SO little time left. I don't know what i'll be able to spare for the Williamsburg show because I won't get it back in time to ship to Scope. eeeeep. I want to show stuff from this series..
If I can somehow get another tabletop piece done...but it seems highly unlikely.*sigh*
Music keeps me going...
Listening to Amon Tobin,Garbage, Kate Bush, Chris Bullock (

ouchmyelbow's CD....sanding, priming, underpainting, overpainting...strange fantastical valleys and lawns and paths, candyland and toy houses...my house, your house and the space our thoughts build....

I've been sleepwalking through life again....forgetting. Last night on impulse, before bed I put on a Fiona Apple CD and sang the songs, losing myself in them and the mood and the sound of voice, my voice, of sound coming out....something with breath, notes, sighs, sounds, something coming from within me...out. Catching glimpses of other parts of me I have been forgetting.. a strength that I haven't called on in a long time. This part of me is not easy, it/she does not abide by logic, the emotions are mixes of pain and longing...but it is rich, full to bursting with deep complicated mystery that wants to flow out. Fiona Apple calls that part of me to the surface because she is singing from that part in herself. PJ Harvey and Bjork also. Like a summoning. A tuning fork. A much needed bell ringing. Make the magic sound and that part of me floats up into the sky in view and ...such Fireworks.

Ani Difranco's Up Up Up Up helping me remember the beauty in the story of each day, each life. In the details. In the 'imperfect' now. In the basement I am priming wood pieces...rolling the white paint over and over...lost in the music and the beauty of this day in the story of my life, of my little spot in the big picture.
Waking up a bit.
Over dinner I try to talk about it...using words like realms andlayers and fog...but it is impossible. Instead I watch him eat pasta and it is beautiful.
After dinner a lightning burst of IT while washing a pot....the gleeful orgasm of finally really realizing you're alive!
just being able to feel the metal and food and suds with my fingers was like
heaven
angels
bliss
overwhelming gratitude
thank you for this one day.

Last night felt I needed to leave the house, get out a while, feeling better enough...so I ran off to Borders and brought a stack of magazines to the table and flipped through them all while drinking a caramel latte. ArtForum, Arcitectural Record,
One magazine 'Surface' has the glossiest smoothest pages! I couldn't stop running my fingers over them... and they smelled gooood. Ate a strange but yummy 'spinach and feta-filled hot pretzel'.
Then looked through a bunch of books on American Houses....layouts and such...historical...my mind travelling..through rooms I've never known...stitching together images from movies and books and houses I HAVE seen..

I pulled out my journal and sketched (again) what I could remember of the layout of my grandmother's apartment in the Bronx. SO weird...I'm just making little boxes and lines but every mark is LOADED with meaning and memories....I'm meandering in my mind, looking right and left...seeing the fishtank...the kitchen counter, the green rug,etc etc...
Afterward I have this small segmented box which I'm sure to someone else would be flat and meaningless but I'm exhausted...because I've just been time traveling. Into the mandala. Into the mandala. Into the mandala...(:)for M)
Went over to the music section and listened to some CDs in the international section, again being transported..I ended up buying one called Planet Buzz because one track's long intro almost had me in tears with its intensity..there was a rainstorm and a Pakistani(?) child chanting in a haunting sort of way...and sounds of the street and then the beat...and I was pressing the earphones against my ears with my eyes closed...SEEING other places..feeling emotions wash over me...wanting to cry with the feeling of almost remembering something.

Ferry to Connecticut, sitting in the lounge with my hun by the window looking out at the water, with bookjournal in front of me...so nice...the trip was just not long enough!I think I'd like to take a looooong train trip one day with old style dining cars...journal or a laptop....just writing and watching the world through the window...moving, moving..
At the gallery there was wine being served on the porch...grabbed one before entering thank goodness. Lots of nice strangers...I'm nervous, and about to burst with inappropriate exuberance. To take each new person and shake them and put my eye right up to their eye and say what's on my mind. ha. Like the one woman I'm talking to who used to be a sculptor but now is in film school...could I really have said "You know I feel I dreamed this, I met you...but in the dream you showed me a film you made as a tribute to your son who recently passed away...it was so beautiful..a body in water...the sunlight and skin and seaweed illuminated...so quiet and beautiful, the tiny bay waves moves the body softly..."
Um no. We do not say things like that. We hope that her sons are well and alive. and that it is just a feeling/memory unrelated.But yes that memory(?) was strong.
The other artist there told me of her 'swarming' experiences and I am fascinated...she's biking, hiking, and always some strange swarm occurrence- birds suddenly take flight from hidden bushes, bees make spheres...rain moves as if it is dancing...what can we get from this? Makes me think of the book I've been eyeing called Sync:The Emerging Science of Spontaneous Order. Perhaps I'll link her to it...
anyway, many conversations, a bit more wine till I'm feeling F.I.N.E.(read dangerously tipsy) and we have a meal with some friends and take the century-long drive back home.
Oh this song- erghhh- it's just f*kn perfect.! gives me chills. It's off Taveler '03 by six degrees records.Ojos de Brujo (Eyes of the Male Witch!)- Quien Engana no Gana. I wish I could link you to it. I've checked around but couldn't find it on the web. The CD is not officially released yet so that could be why. Ergh.*grits teeth* it. is. so. good. WITCHY Spanish flamenco rap.!I can't take it. it's too good. *falls over in fits*

Current Mood: enthralled
Current Music: My new favorite song: Ojos de Brujo- Quien Engana no Gana