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| Tapestry in Talent, part 2 |
| 09.05.04 (5:07 pm) [edit] |
After the gym incident, or lack there of, I walked over to Tapestry in Talent. While there, I bought some pillows where they have all the home crap (portable hot tubs, people demonstrating kitchen gadgets while wearing headsets) at my parent's request. My mom admired these little clay castle things that when you put a votive in them light up. She didn't buy it, so I did today. It will be saved. I didn't get anything for myself this time. But I bought a lot of food; teriyaki chicken stick, frozen blended fruity layered drinks (be interesting to see how a shot of vodka takes to them) fresh squeezed lemonade that was wonderful and the aforementioned lumpia (10 lumpia is about 4 too many, even though they were really good). Some of the vendors there are just artists displaying their work. I talked to one of them last year, I spoke to Nelson De La Nuez about his work. He does kinda collagey stuff like this:  My dad hated this one, which is why I like it:  It's called Jesus Saves Anyway, this other guy at Tapestry is very cool. It has fantasy scenes (but not fairytale fantasy) things like a scene that looks like could have inspired Lion King except for an almost-invisible open door with a peek of a skyline out side of it titled, "It's a jungle out there" Las Vegas, savaged by a glacier, or the dome thingy outside the Palace of Fine Arts/Exploratorium mostly submerged as sea lions play beneath it. There was another one with a Thomas Kincade-like house but with a slightly mangled iron gate and a shadowed figure standing at it. I found the artist and told him, "His work is like Thomas Kincade's but with soul." (Dammit, if Kincade isn't a fine painter, but really, he's just trying to turn a buck and is somehow managing to get away with selling nothing but pretty pictures; old ladies like him, hopefully, people with sense can see through him. It is probably possible to make money without losing yourself; or maybe it's about establishing sort of cult following). Anyway, The artist smiled and appreciated this compliment. So this was my inspiration of the day, to paint a sort of "Whadif" kinda thing. Right now though, I've got nothing. My latest inspiration comes from this sticker from the feminist group, (esp speaking out against sexism in the arts) Guerilla girls:  (They seem to have said some things that are synonomous, but left out others; they forgot hippy chick, earth mother, cheerleader, farm girl, soul sister, dominatrix, etc). I want to do something with dressing up like all these things or more and doing small paintings of the photograph of them. Tomorrow when I go back again to Tapestry in Talent, more food, and donations to the Veterans for Peace to get anti-war buttons. Simpy because I could, and I haven't been there for maybe about a year, I went to the Muesum of Art near the festivities. I guess I was intrigued by the title of the exhibition, Nothing Ever Happens. Downstairs, they had all the same stuff they usually do. My favorite things are the headshop door, where you look in through the peep hole of a door with a sign over saying The Third Eye with an Egyptian Eye on it, and you can see an animated scene that looks like the inside of a ful-sized headshop complete with a spinning fan, the intense smell of joss sticks, strobe light in an obscured room, 60's music, and changing perspective. That I would like to understand  The other thing I like is this thing where you go into a room and a stobe light is going off, and above you, cherubs seem to morph into helicopters and back.  It works like a Zoetrope, you've probably seen one of these before:  The featured artist is this Japanese guy who likes punk music (there was a part playing Japanese and American punk music, including a song, sung in English I now want to get called The Sushi Bar Song just for sheer randomness, but I doubt I would listen to it very seriously) and paints pictures that seem cute like Hello Kitty, but his little characters ranging from sculpture to crayon doodles obviously have a little attitude.  All of his characters seem to have a very cartoony Asian style to them. However, I realize now how relieved I am that they didn't look like anime characters. Here i was going to write a bunch of thoughts on Anime, Japanese collectivism and American stupidity. However, I realized the subject of Anime is not worth the physical effort to type the keys or the mental effort to analyze it. One question I will raise is why is this guy, who makes kinda funky, very stylized scribbles with cartoon bubbles saying "Fuck off" in big red Romanji block letters museum material, (which is completely different from gallery), but the other guy painting detailed, fanciful, beautiful and equally thought provoking paintings is sitting in the middle of a street under a 10X10 awning whose large-scale pieces may or may not ever see the inside of a museum, let alone his little doodles? I wish I could create a collage not unlike the jumbled, overloaded collage that I just made, which is not unlike all the others I have made in the past, that could somehow show why right now I am being neurotic; a jumbled chaos to match the chaos I feel right now. If I were unhappy right now (which I am not very much, evidenced by my exceptionally long blog entry; generally, the more terse and undescriptive my entries are, the unhappier I am, I would say, "If everything happens for a reason, what is the grander reason for this stress, anxiety, and frustration?" But since I am trying to be positive right now, I am not saying that. So then I got all the rest of the stuff my mom got for me from Target last night out of my car, (I was told I was not allowed to take any bags in with me but the food because it needed to be in doors refridgerating and any other bags would either subject me to being mugged raped...bloody paranoic parents. I don't know why I didn't just do it) and put the pillows and the castle in the trunk. Hey! Rocky and Bullwinkle is on tonight! Hot damn! Then I came back here, and have spent most of the time up till now working on this entry. This year, for some reason a rule has been invoked that somehow, having posters on either side of the door is a fire hazard.  It has never been a fire hazard before, I have never heard of such a thing. How is a poster, or a piece of paper a fire hazard all of a sudden? I was informed that there would be a special "door inspection" by the RA tomorrow to insure no fire hazards on either side of the door. (Ironically, the manner in which I became in formed of this was by the RA taping notes to everyone's door. Oh, man! If there was a fire right now, I wouldn't want to see what happens!). Now, it's not even that I necessarily have a burning desire to tape a cut out of the mudflap girl on printed paper like I did last semester, or that I want to tape a door length Beatles/Orlando Bloom poster to the opposite side. I'm just pissed that people are telling me what I can't do. It's petty rules like this that have recently made me more resentful to the dorm lifestyle. That and the fact that I don't want to have to be dressed to go to the bathroom, I would like a real refridgerator and a way to cook real food, or even pretend (frozen) food that is bigger than about 7 X 4 X 8 inches, (it's not big enough for a pint of Ben & Jerrys; when I took it out of the package, it was barely big enough for a personal sized frozen pizza tilted on its side) I don't like fire alarms, I hate the elevator here, hall meetings to explain "the rules" there's no air conditioning, I have to park 2 blocks away from my building. Other than that, I am totally cool with dorms. Mmmmkay. I updated. Now what? Do I want to study, read books unrelated to class, or do I want to paint the eternal Jeremy portrait? Current Mood:  fine
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