Snapped this on my phone of the first painting I finished this year. Acrylic on canvas. I spent most of today painting, at last, since there was apparently too much of a blizzard to do anything else.
As I’m typing this Eric is reading me some wonderful quote about art and the subconscious from Austin Osman Spare, but I can’t type fast enough to repeat it on here.
“Art is the instinctive application of the knowledge latent in the subconscious”
Aw, he went and re-read it all slow so I could type it in! ❤
Awake today to a fresh new year, with the ruins of the old and the Behemoth-like menace they have brought forth still looming large.
Normally I avoid being out for New Year’s Eve like the plague or Santacon, but tonight we’re performing at this party as the Direct Action Ensemble with Seth Tobocman (and our comic collaboration earlier in the night)
8:00 – Doors – looping slide show – “Gentrification Comes To Manahattan”
8:30 – Start time – transition to LES Squat Slide Show – intro to MoRUS and TimesUp! Anniversary Show
8:40 – LES UnReal Estate Squat History slides – some narration by Fly and vocals by Marta
Transition :: Riot Story by Fly
9:00 – Carla :: No Police State
9:10 – Maggie :: Squat Slides and Stories
9:30 – Eric Blitz & J. Gonzalez Blitz :: Comics Slide Show
9:45 – Martonians ::
10:10 – Fly :: Times Up History Comic & some Squat Comics/Sketchbook Slides and Stories
10:40 – Seth Tobocman & Direct Action Ensemble :: Comics Concert
11:30 – 12:15 – Rude Mechanical Orchestra
End with Banji
So that’s what that is. I have to go down to MoRUS with Eric to do set up and sound check before going to my final butoh class of the year before going to play this gig, so, Happy New Year
I don’t really have anything to say in a blog post today. So I’ll leave you with this comic.
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Just an intimate moment from the end and beginning of a ruined world somewhere.
Earlier today I was thinking how content I was that we had heat, not like before in Brooklyn where our area was walled off from the radiators cuz…Evil Hippie Cult logic.
When the radiators were even working anyway.
Tomorrow I’m taking part in this public Thelemic ritual.
Does this late night TV ad run outside of the NYC/NJ area? The one with the all-American Doublemint twin types who are supposed to make you think about phone sex and masturbating and max out your credit card, but instead make me think about cannibalism?
I think I started making myself numb to the holiday season when it started become more associated with pressure than joy, but it also doesn’t really matter to me because I’m pretty content these days overall. Like, this is really my life now, and that’s amazing.