Archive for June, 2010

June 30, 2010

by Katyslany

The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper

.W.B. Yeats

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June 26, 2010

Joker’s Daughter

by Katyslany

Such a magic voice, such a lovely video!

June 25, 2010

by Emma

What is a human being? It is a pulsating, resonant system that is streaming through the planet and the universe, and it’s capable of an unfolding magnificence. That’s a human being.
-Emilie Conrad

June 24, 2010

The End of Nothing Really Important

by Katyslany

And just as we built them, we took the buildings down, brick by brick. We took the steel and the gold and the silver and the oil and put them back beneath the skin of the earth where they belonged. We turned the roads back to rocks and grass and flowers. We told the animals “We’re sorry.” We took our clothes off and felt the wind on our skin and you and I, we were not ashamed.

Then we turned around, and walked back into the sea.

by The Most Maginificent:http://www.iwrotethisforyou.me/

June 23, 2010

Puss in boots

by Katyslany

Meet Teddy:

I’m taking care of these little sweetlings, Teddy and Tigger (who has only JUST ventured out from under the bed, he’s shy) for a little while. Their owners had to move into a place that wouldn’t let them have their little pals. So they’ll be with me until they can move to a new home.

So far Teddy has already claimed a spot behind the toilet and in my closet, he also loves to hop onto the kitchen counters and on top of the cupboards- he’s pretty adventurous!

June 23, 2010

La Grande Pomme

by Emma

Tonight, tonight, I fly flap flutter across this continent to…. new york! this fabled land of glory and grunge, of beautiful losers, of galleries and potholes and bagels and bags and mmm. Of
Galleries and bagels and and mmmm.I’ll be looking for faeries in the park trees. I’m not looking for an angel this time. I found an angel and his aqua blue tear sits beautiful like a bell between my collar bones on a delicate golden chain. We’ll be home soon.
It shall be my first time. I better bring my cowboy boots.

oh, and I’m in!!! I’m going to be showing Molecules (see post) in the Show A Conversation July 17th, Upstairs at the Market Gallery, Downtown Los Angeles! I’ll post promo soon…woot!

June 23, 2010

Artist Statement

by Emma

Emma Destrubé
Artist Statement

If “inside” and “outside” meet at a line, what happens when this boundary dissolves?
When she wasn’t practicing acrobatics along the beaches of the Canadian Pacific, Emma Destrubé’s childhood was spent either leaning into the self-created, perfectly controlled, idealized microcosms of her miniature doll’s houses; or leaping out wide-eyed into the alluring, magnificent and unpredictable world-at-large as she accompanied her father’s orchestra on tour. As a young adult setting out to find her own place in this external world, Emma was faced with overwhelming physical challenges and her attention was directed inwards to carve living space within her self. Meeting her situation with courage and a deep belief in transformation, she turned her outward focus in, learning to cultivate, heal and re-seed her inner landscape. Now, two years later, Emma is unfolding back out to expand into her world, while striving to keep an honest and sustaining presence within. “How do I integrate my experiences of the inner world that inhabits me with the outer world that I inhabit? How do I soften the boundary of my skin and allow these two worlds to meet intimately and authentically?”

Working with themes of interior and exterior, my work is a study of the meetings and mergings of inside and outside, of form and formless, of light and matter, of self and other. I see boundaries as imagined lines that, like the horizon, we can point at but can never get closer to touching. The deeper we look, the more they blur and widen into spaciousness – the spaces between particles or the spaces between the stars. My work is about the possibilities that can inhabit this potent void; trying to chart the invisible boundary where form meets potential. If I map the manifest, external world, and I map my imagination, where do the two meet? Just as our breath flows in and out, traversing the boundary of our bodies and supporting us as part of a wider ecosystem, I am keenly aware of the light that touches the world and is reflected to land inside our eyes; light meeting matter to form our experience. I see light as a medium that tangibly transcends the boundaries of our selves and lives at the perfect edge of what can be felt.

In Molecules, Emma creates tiny, modeled scenes – people on the street, deer in a forest – inside of glossy, transparent octahedrons, their shadows merging together to cast a dreamlike spread on the surrounding walls. Accompanying sounds reflecting the scenes makes these worlds seem to come alive with simplicity and immediacy. Playing with the idea of worlds within worlds, Emma merges micro and macro, erasing the separation between the two and drawing our attention to the captivating potentials of our own inner space. If the outside is the inside – if we can look deeply and allow this boundary to dissolve – how does this affect the way we interact with and inhabit our world? What would it look like to live from this experience?

June 22, 2010

by Emma

… you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing …

– e.e. cummings

June 22, 2010

The Last Girl: Roses

by Katyslany

June 22, 2010

o Jack

by Katyslany

“I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet,
concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree
in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that
Nothing Ever Happened, so don’t worry. It’s all like a dream.
Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds.
But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright
forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands
and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence
inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson
you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds
long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity.
It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do
with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere:
Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing.
It’s a dream already ended. There’s nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about.
I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression,
they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away?
Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence
of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because
it was never born.”
~Jack Kerouac: Selected Letters 1957-1969 and is a letter he wrote to his first wife, Edie in 1957.

June 21, 2010

Miss TigerLily

by Katyslany

Tigeress Lilia

June 21, 2010

Let’s go back to Spain and clap our hands

by Katyslany

This man is beautiful with a voice that tells a million stories:

June 20, 2010

I am a Mermaid

by Emma

mmm, i’d never heard this one before. reminds me of FLB’s Necklace of Kisses

June 20, 2010

Nostalgia

by Katyslany

“Remember: our faces in proximity make

a pure small space — a vessel or goblet

that could hold the whole Atlantic…”

~Mary Karr from Summons (or this won’t hurt you a bit, it’ll cheer me up)
Today is a day for remembering. The sky grey, makes a blanket for curling in, going back to those bright days, the days when we were endless, the days that were pure romance, when we discovered our very own magic….mmm Prussia Cove.

June 20, 2010

Remembering: a million beautiful things

by Katyslany

picnics
frocks
barefoot cartwheels
t-shirts that say “i heart crafts” but the heart will be a real heart
dance offs
porridge forever
hummingbird/seahorse amulets
whirling dervishes
photobooth pictures
frilly knickers
hair that goes on and on
Boys on swings and girls on skateboards
patterns (polka dots,stripes,gingham)
Banana Yoshimoto
the hearts of flowers
pumpkin coccon
a tiny magical flat
a cat named Nori
travel to the land of fairy chimneys (Cappadocia)
a real Golden the Ponyboy
La Dolce Vita italia
barefoot paint extravaganza
success in all missions. always.
climbing trees
smiley strangers
waking up and being all pumped about starting the day
perma blue tongue from blueberries
billowy antique dresses.
secret words that no one else knows how to use like superfine and koala and slink and woot and hendi and making a million more everyday.
snow angels
understanding w/out words.
noticing.
slumber parties
popcorn
grocery shopping
buttons
jumping on beds
anitque trinkets
making parcels for people who dont expect them.
singing loud and proud
friendly objects with apparent stitches
cartwheels and hiding in tall grass and playing games and building dens and finding magic places and feeling touched. (barefeet!)
Clementine and Henrietta
Seeing the stars and the ocean. at the same time=Prussia Cove

Is it time for a new list?

June 20, 2010

Current bab dream child

by Emma

Molecules. This is the beginnings of what I’m working on right now for an exhibition in LA this summer. woot!

June 19, 2010

What I’ve been working on…

by Emma

the outside of the piece - city city, glimpses of cracks into...

peeking in - to the world behind the world

June 19, 2010

Lothar Baumgarten

by Katyslany


June 19, 2010

RIP Sebastian Horsley (1962-2010)

by Katyslany

“I don’t like being earthbound”

June 19, 2010

The Edible Self

by Emma

My final project project for art school party- “The Edible Self” – we had to bring food that somehow represented us. So I had to make cake of course. 3 layers of strawberry sponge (yes pink inside!) with delicate vanilla icing, fresh strawberries and finely ground walnut in between. At once complex and completely simple…  From scratch – how else? no shortcuts no pretending; authenticity please! We celebrated at sunset on my friends rooftop balcony downtown LA amid the old theaters and warehouses and art deco.

June 19, 2010

Narcotic Pastel

by Katyslany

Sometimes I just can’t stop…

June 19, 2010

Bobbing

by Katyslany

Hair Chop: it’s all gone. Let’s begin again.

June 18, 2010

Riceboy Sleeps= epic beauty♥

by Katyslany

They are my Lullaby boys who sing me to sleep when sleep won’t come.

June 17, 2010

I think of this I think of you…

by Katyslany

A VALEDICTION FORBIDDING MOURNING.
by John Donne

AS virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
“Now his breath goes,” and some say, “No.”

So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move ;
‘Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.

Moving of th’ earth brings harms and fears ;
Men reckon what it did, and meant ;
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.

Dull sublunary lovers’ love
—Whose soul is sense—cannot admit
Of absence, ’cause it doth remove
The thing which elemented it.

But we by a love so much refined,
That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assurèd of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss.

Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to aery thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two ;
Thy soul, the fix’d foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th’ other do.

And though it in the centre sit,
Yet, when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like th’ other foot, obliquely run ;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.

June 16, 2010

This is what I do all day…

by Emma

Waking to an inner-body experience in Los Angeles

Posted By JOHNNY GLANVILLE

While travelling through L.A. recently, I took a friend’s offer to try something completely new by going to an Awake-One class. For those of you who don’t know what that is, it’s a form of body control that, through wave-like breathing, has you feeling like you’re still in the womb. The class was actually called;The Flow-learning to move with the intelligence of love.

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Our instructor, Cass, asked us all to sit close, so close I could smell what the other participants ate for lunch. Then he asked us what we wanted to work on. Hands shot up and people spoke of ailments both physical and mental. Fear, tight hips and anxiety were just a few of the offerings I heard. I kept my mouth shut. Not only did I wish I could just melt into the bamboo walls, but I also had no idea what I wanted help with.

Then he took his shirt off (the ladies in the class didn’t object to that), after which he lay on the ground and demonstrated something that if I hadn’t seen, I wouldn’t have believed. His body was breathing. Not his lungs, his body. I saw ripples run through him like waves on an ocean. Every inch of this man moved, his fingers and toes twirled while his hands, arms and legs and torso began to morph like some Photoshop altered video. His breathing was silent, only the noise of his skin squeaking off the wooden floor could be heard as he demonstrated an act of grace so profound it mesmerized me.

“It’s curious movement,” he said, “like that of a newborn Be creative and imaginative, and instead of thinking with your analytical mind, listen while acting with your playful mind; then your body will follow along as you discover what can happen with the flow.” I swallowed hard, my comfort level was low, the lights were dimmed and I felt altogether over my head with this group of hyper-hip gypsies. But funnily enough after squirming a bit on the floor I got it, so much so that I stopped thinking completely. For a few moments, no longer than a dime of seconds, I was operating without my mind. My body, or organism as Cass had referred to it, was acting on its own. If I had to define it in my own words, I would call it full-body- meditative exercise.

Cass acted as though he were an alien inside a human body enjoying the discovery of the organism’s strengths and weaknesses. He describes this as being an eternal spirit inhabiting the body while moving and breathing within the quantum flow of intelligent love. His open-minded and imaginatively cool California approach made him the kind of guy who, depending on your disposition, you would either dismiss as crazy, or accept as a guide to help you believe in the unbelievable.

Suffice to say The Awake-One approach is a stretch, reserved for free-thinkers only. However, between Santa Monica and Venice Beach, where a lot of fresh spirits tend to congregate, it’s closer to conventional. Ultimately, the class helped me with something I have struggled with for a long time. By making me wholly uncomfortable and breaking down the social and cultural boundaries I have set for myself, I found myself wondering if I, or them, were crazy. It’s a totally terrifying experience when you honestly wonder if perhaps you have lost your mind.

But it’s also rewarding, because in the end I found the solution wasn’t in trying to determine which side of crazy street I reside, but in not asking the question in the first place.

To see it yourself go to www.awake-one.com

Johnny Glanville is a Barrie writer and tennis instructor

http://www.thebarrieexaminer.com/ArticleDisplay.aspx?e=2624307

June 16, 2010

an exhibition of sculpture and creepy pathological little gifts

by Emma

www.deitch.com/projects/project_images.php?slideShowId=292&projId=195

science of sleep exhibition of artifacts!

June 16, 2010

In the Blue Sky We and a Bee

by Emma

Mikko was a flatmate of mine in Montreal. Now he’s in Paris making amazing music with a beautiful french girl. They both have really great hair. Here’s their super sweet new video:

http://vimeo.com/12594530

June 15, 2010

What I’m working on…

by Katyslany

Drawn in a thunderstorm, tucked into the quiet light of the dining room, gulping steamy sweet chamomile, listening to Band of Horses and the rain falling…

Lately I have been drawn to the things that take place upon our heads and inside our heads and the interplay between the two. I have this idea that our thoughts could sprout into beautiful lush bouquets or stark and simple twigs depending on the day, depending on the thought, depending on the courage of our minds to bloom and flourish or wilt.

Imagine if we all had flowers instead of hair…

June 14, 2010

“Please come be with me as I share what I think dance is. By the way, harvest has begun in my home garden.” OGURI

by Emma

June 14, 2010

Love

by Katyslany

“If you send out goodness from yourself, or if you share that which is happy or good within you, it will all come back to you multiplied ten thousand times. In the kingdom of love there is no competition; there is no possessiveness or control. The more love you give away, the more love you will have.”
— John O’Donohue

June 14, 2010

Tiny Shrines

by Katyslany

Today at the farmers market among the fruits and vegetables and the jams and mushrooms was a woman selling jewelry.  Her jewelry is like tiny wearable Cornell pieces, perfect miniature shrines to place over your heart on the bleakest days when you can’t find any other magic.

This is her website:http://erindolman.com/index.php

I bought the most precious necklace from her of a tiny nautilus shell that she cast in sterling silver.

I think it is the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.

June 11, 2010

It doesn’t have to be beautiful

by Emma
June 11, 2010

Wabi-Sabi

by Emma

I just finished this book & I highly recommend…..yhummmmmm. so pretty inside with nice paper and big grey lettering and grainy b&w photographs and beautiful words

June 10, 2010

by Katyslany


“To grow is to go beyond what you are today.
stand up as yourself.
do not imitate.
Do not pretend to have achieved your goal, and do not try to cut corners.
Just try to grow.”
~Svami Prajnanpad

June 8, 2010

by Katyslany

“This is not a story about foiled plans and what’s the use of trying anyway. This is precisely a story about making things- making stories, making plans, making lists, and making love- in the face of the inevitable messiness we will encounter.”

June 5, 2010

The Journey

by Emma
The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice–
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do–
determined to save
the only life you could save.

– Mary Oliver


June 5, 2010

The Swan

by Emma

Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river?
Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air –
An armful of white blossoms,
…A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned
into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies,
Biting the air with its black beak?
Did you hear it, fluting and whistling
A shrill dark music – like the rain pelting the trees – like a waterfall
Knifing down the black ledges?
And did you see it, finally, just under the clouds –
A white cross Streaming across the sky, its feet
Like black leaves, its wings Like the stretching light of the river?
And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything?
And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?
And have you changed your life?

-Mary Oliver

June 5, 2010

gemma luna

by Emma

listen:

http://www.ourstage.com/profile/gemmaluna/songs#

Amazing voice, soft, Angelic, Friend of a dear friend o mine.

June 5, 2010

charcoal smudge (work in progress)

by Katyslany

work in progress

June 5, 2010

I made this for you

by Katyslany

"I made this for you"

my windowsill shrine: rose quartz angel, seashells, plastic ponies, amethyst, driftwood, beeswax candles, magic

June 5, 2010

by Katyslany

VULNERABILITY IS OUR STRENGTH.

June 3, 2010

Diana Lynn Thompson: Being Here

by Emma


artist’s statement

Is it possible to do no harm?
Is it possible to consider every single word, to make every touch matter?

If something lasts only briefly, can it still be full of meaning?
How do we dissolve the idea of other? Is living in peace possible?
How can kindness become the base of our lives?
Can we grasp the brevity of life, and still rejoice?

These are some of the questions I ask myself, not just in my studio,
but every moment of my life. I want the world to revolve around compassion,
and I want to know if it can be done.



www.dianathompson.net

June 2, 2010

by Emma

June 2, 2010

seedling

by Emma


It is rare that we are together.

Are we gestating? What are we gestating?

We can feel blood pumping, life force beginning (or did it begin long ago?) but what is it filling? This is our exploration.

Meet to dream rock slink slammit jam in the heart of the world.

Meet you between nowhere and goodbye,

~Warriors of the In-between

June 2, 2010

SIR GAWAIN AND RAGNELL – A TRUE LOVE STORY

by Emma

“I am very fond of the stories of King Arthur and his knights, and one of my favorites is about Sir Gawain, a knight of the Round Table.  In this story, Sir Gawain agrees to marry Ragnell-a grotesquely ugly woman-in exchange for information that will spare King Arthur’s life.  Instead of any sense of celebration, his wedding day brought the town a great sense of mourning because King Arthur’s handsome and gallant knight was being married to a monstrous hag.

On his wedding night, Sir Gawain waited in bed while Ragnell prepared herself for their first night together.  When the door opened, Ragnell lay down beside him and said, “You have kept your promise and much more.  You have never shown me pity nor revulsion.  All I will ask of you is one kiss.”

Gawain immediately leaned over and kissed her, closing his eyes.  When he opened them, he discovered he was lying beside a beautiful woman.  Startled, he leapt from the bed and asked, “Who are you?  And where is my wife?   Is this some kind of sorcery?”

Gawain, I am your wife, Ragnell.  It is time to tell you my story.”

And so she began her tale about how her stepbrother, Sir Gromer, had hated her because of her beauty and because she did not fear him or follow his commands. In his jealousy and resentment, Gromer went to his mother-an evil sorceress-who turned Ragnell into one of the ugliest women ever.

Ragnell then paused and said to Gawain, “There is a second part of the curse I must share with you.  Since you have treated me with love and not resentment or pity, I am allowed to give you a choice.  I can be a beautiful woman by day, so that all may admire me and consider you a lucky man, but I would become once more the ugly Ragnell by night, when we lie with each other.   Or else I could be the ugly Ragnell by day, only to once again become the beautiful woman you see before you at night.  Which would you prefer?

Without hesitation, Gawain answered her.  “This should not be my choice but yours.  You must choose for yourself.  I will accept either decision as long as it is your will. ”With his response the rest of the curse was lifted, and Ragnell could now be beautiful both day and night.  Sir Gawain’s love was not concerned with his personal needs; he saw beyond them and was concerned only with his partner’s happiness and well-being.  His desire to empower her is what healed each of them and brought them both real joy.

June 2, 2010

by Katyslany

http://www.flickr.com/photos/beep_peep

magical beautiful

June 1, 2010

Paper Pegasus

by Emma

God I wish I had made these stuffs! Beautiful.
http://www.polyscene.com/indexwir.htm