i've stopped dreaming for praxis

sept 30 deadline video clip for praxis/whitney collaboration

a new blog

My dear friend Mimi in Los Angeles just started her own blog: mimisaysso.blogspot.com And she says she was inspired by me. So aw shucks and all that. Be sure to check it out and be inspired by her.
Mimi is a photographer who has been inspired by Uta Barth; you can check out some of her amazing work here.
I'm not a photographer, but one of my more recent projects happens to be a digital photo documentation. I'm going to be showing three photos from the series Everything Changes at Lila Yoga as part of the Interdependence Project.
As usual, I've jumped into this knowing no one, but since I am so obsessive about yoga lately, and spending more and more time diving into my chanting and meditation practices... well, it seemed a natural. And as an artist, I am still looking for my people, my community.
Mimi and I were talking the other night about what a great launch pad Gallery 825 has been for her. She's been involved with them for a number of years, and the people she meets and opportunities that present themselves through the gallery have been great. It's the mission of the gallery to do just that.

Carlsberg Temptation Night

This was the second get-together party by Carlsberg, held on 15th Sept in a restaurant called Cafe Citron, somewhere near KLCC. I was invited by a new agent this time, but in the phone she told me, "My client has seen you performing before and he specifically asked me to call for your performance again." Sounds so mysterious. I purposely drove there earlier as I wasn't so sure about the

wednesday wanderings

Wednesday is a day off for me. I start the morning with a walk down Park Avenue to the Farmer's Market at Union Square. Usually to drop off a bag of composting material from the week's vegetable and fruit refuse. This morning, these two messages greeted me across 10th Street.
I haven't been getting much art done this summer so I've booked an initial consult with an art coach for next week. I have to say I like the idea of coaching in general. It's like having a private cheerleader.

last of summer fast and furious

barely enough time to catch my breath. i don't know where the long lazy hazy days went, but here we are in autumn. i used to dread this time of year, and could fill my stomach empty like a deep pit, but now i look forward to it. a slower pace seems to beckon, if not actuallly exist.
last weekend was ecstatic chant at omega, and larry was a love about it. i slept at omega saturday night and didn't get home til almost 3am sunday morning. it was amazing, and now it's gone like a dream.
i have been seeing a lot of wild turkey over the last several weeks. they are a symbol of fall and of shared blessings. this last weekend, i found one dead by the side of the road, brought her home, clipped and hung her wings, and took as many feathers as i could comfortably pull. then i set the carcass like an offering on the stone fence. she was gone by morning.
i've set up an initial phone consult with an art coach, because i am getting nowhere with anything it seems. i've barely even done any water colors in the last several weeks. and i don't have any new ideas. while the old ideas are not even getting explored fully. so it's time to do something.
i've lost momentum completely, and need to get it back.
but it is autumn after all, and if i'm going to head into hibernation, i at least want to do with some inspiration. right now, all i want to do is sleep. the changing of the seasons always has the effect on me. i could just curl up like a cat on the corner of a rug or a park bench in the sun and be a very very happy soul.