Ugly Party on Thursday- all should come

I am looking through my closet in search of the most hideous thing I own. It is for a most excellent cause. No, not to throw at Goodwill's door but to dawn as a festive regalia to an Ugly Party to benefit the Urban Studio Cafe. On Thursday, show your support of general goodwill and the arts by coming to the Sol Lounge and handing over six bucks from a beaded glove or other 80s mishap.

In fact tell everyone you know, as this will likely be the only time to witness so many fashion fauxpaux at one time. You say you have a better way to spend your Thursday night- for six bucks, the karma points are worth it alone. The good news is that if you happen to have the ugliest ensemble you could win a fantastic door prize. Think about it is there any other way to spend your Thursday night?

Ok, so look for me in some spandex no no. 9pm- 3am

:)

Cut along the dotted line

Not a cry for help- just an exercise in humility, ego deflation and investigation of proper ink.

I don't want to place it on if it doesn't pose a question.
A band around my wrist seeks to hold a place.
The neglect of years regret
I feel yours and it takes my place.
How many more?

Well it is for the future to decide
In the meantime, indiscernible thoughts seek places to hide.



Today was loaded- A brief moment in the studio.
Meetings, and meetings contemplating the right words to say.
I learned a lot and failed at finding a solution.
And I ended the workday with a talk with a mentor.
I would say that was full and complete.


In artwork, I need to discover special sounds.
There are things that can't be heard.
Barrels of empty, hollow sound.
Vacancy of frequencies
and cavities that beg for vibrations.

Empty hollow sounds.

Look out Baptists-- Here she comes

More to record an hour from now-- when I have marched past the jerks with their signs. I look forward to rockin' to Semi Precious Weapons and Ms. GaGa.
Cross fingers for no wardrobe malfunctions.

Sound instruments

Voices coiled in silence
A trumpet filled with music
But plays none
Its lost its magnetism
Its unsound
Black tape looped
A chorus wrapped around a reprise
And lost all sense of surprise


New Art-- something to think about

A round of Applause!!!!

Soon, very soon- an exhibition that deserves delicious reward. Come see it tomorrow night.

"stylus"

Applause and a chorus-
In memory of those close to us we have lost
Their bodies left us but their voices are present
Say goodnight with all intention of rising another day
Live them all in the most positive way.

Around the world in Vienna, IL

Lets open this post with this youtube video:


So for those of you that know my work, you may see some similarities between my work and this ad for tourism to Melbourne, Australia. I was mentioned that I should check this out from an American/Aussie and also told I should get a lawyer due to the similarities. I am not sure what kind of chance I would have with that. But interesting none the less.

I am just back from a camping trip in Vienna that leaves me tired, sunburned and bruised. All in all it was great though- I got to go to a National Park and swim in a beautiful place. The water wasn't so pretty but there were beautiful rocks and we went at just the right time of day. I got to catch back up with some lovely folks over scrambling eggs, picking up fire works and resting between innings of kickball. I will sleep well tonight.

Except, I can't find my blue yarn.