Archive for July, 2010

July 31, 2010

by Emma

Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.”

~Kahlil Gibran

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July 30, 2010

Falling Garden

by Katyslany

Falling Garden
San Staë church on the Canale Grande
50th Biennial of Venice, 2003

The Doge (Mocenigo) needed a church so as to be able to have a monumental tomb built for himself, the church (San Staë) needed a saint so as to be able to be built, the saint (San Eustachio) needed a miracle so as to be pronounced a saint, the miracle needed a stag in order to be seen, and we built the garden for the reindeer.
The visitors lie on the bed above the doge’s gravestone, and the garden thinks for them.

Components: Plastic berries (India), cow pads (Jura), waste paper (Venice), baobab seeds (Australia), beech, elder and magnolia branches (Uster), thorns (Almeria), nylon blossoms (one-dollar-shop), pigs’ teeth (Indonesia), seaweed (Seoul), orange peel (Migros shop), fertilizer crystals (home grown), pigeons’ bones (San Staë), silk buds (Stockholm), cattail (Ettiswil), cats’ tails (China), celery roots (Montreal), virility rind (Caribbean), wild bore quills (zoo), banana leaves (Murten), rubber snakes (Cincinnati)…

http://www.steinerlenzlinger.ch/eye_giardino.html

July 30, 2010

glowing…

by Emma

thank you for your inspiration, my magic slink

getting up before dawn to watch the palm trees lean into each other silhouetted against the rising sun, eating pink raspberry oatmeal on the pink couch with rosy pink cheeks laughing, deep medicine rising from within, giving massages, bearing my throat, making birthday paintings that unfold into more than i had imagined, wabi-sabi shoes, kittens purring against my organs, morning walks on the venice boardwalk in oversized sunglasses and floppy clothes, ‘love potion’ essential oil blend, getting my hands back into clay!, making drinking vessels, cooking for loves, wrestling in pajamas with the doggy, laying on my back on the wooden floor and falling deeper into Earth, kissing at stop lights and not at stop lights, wiggling my toes in ever-refined articulation, baby sharks wiggle amazingly, books: 5 names of beauty; the spell of the sensuous, late night conversations that end somewhere completely different from where they began, dreams blending into reality blending into relationship, waking up giggling, deepening breath, honesty, free electricity, Bridget’s smile, playing in the parc, watch my cat and dog quietly becoming friends, thriving plants on my balcony they’re just So green!, the way he says “..what i’m trying to say is i really dig you”, digging you, Jupiter rising, guayruru beads, the ocean always the ocean

July 30, 2010

Are you glowing?

by Katyslany

Things that are making me glow:

watching friends getting better/stronger, starting a new journal, finishing my sketchbook, growing and taking everyone I love along, receiving instead of giving, fireworks that give me heart explosions and the primal oohs and aahs, getting more dawts everyday,hip hop on SYTYCD , unexpected art dates, Shane Koyczan, boxes of fresh vegetables that I don’t recognize or know what to do with, reading Brave on the Rocks and Anais Nin,getting hugs from people in my building, being nocturnal/nighttime romps, grocery  shopping , the moon so bright!, cooking for people I love, photo-booth pictures,Pride rainbows everywhere(!!),Reggae,massages, mozzarella,  painting with acrylic ink on fabric, new furniture, making friends with skunks in the middle of the night, feeling my body, finally getting Sex and Lucia, eating peas from their pods, different views of the same city, chocolate covered espresso beans, loosening, letting go…

And how do you glow?

July 27, 2010

Molecules

by Emma

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The show was a gorgeous success. A whirlwind of moving ladders and stringing wire on pick-points and drinking coconut water and taping garbage bags on windows, elation and anxious stomachs and re-remembering to let what’s mine be mine. I got given an entire room (wheeow!) so I had two and a half days to make my little world explode into a whirling cosmos of stars and galaxies, meteorites and space dust, of atoms and molecules. and to illuminate all the space in between.

And somehow I did it!
Lots of people came and to my joyous surprise they seemed to really get it. One woman sat on the floor, legs splayed, eyes wide with wonder, head tilted upwards, “I could stay in here all night.”
It felt good in there, some real presence came through, scintillating and peaceful, indigo.
The photos are shit – in real it was waaay darker in there so the room dissapeared and it was only shards of light…

Light becoming substance, form melting into shadow, inside and outside unifying into ahhhh

mmhm. maybe next time you’ll be here. I hope so. xxo

easy, love.

July 26, 2010

Germinados

by Emma

Germinados: se conocieron bajo el oscuro pero incandescente manto de la noche, sus manos formaban una, sus cabellos se entrelazaban, sus miradas atonitas… y de entre ellos surgio una semilla que dio como fruto la mas hermosa naturaleza jamás conocida…

Canvas realizado mediante acrilico y collage de 1 x 1,5 m

http://skount-works.blogspot.com/

July 24, 2010

by Emma

The Hallway from The Hallway on Vimeo.

July 22, 2010

Dear you, Dear me,

by Katyslany

Losing my Religion to living instead,

stopping to breath a little bit in between, to miss you, to look at my hands and wonder where yours are now.

We are connected anyway, even though not physically.

Our sameness transcends the physical reality that creates walls.

These days forgetting to do art, forgetting to do everything.

Learning that it’s okay to not get work done sometimes and instead finding miracles everywhere.

Fireworks exploding over the ocean last night, lighting faces, lighting hearts.

My attention is turned out, knowing I’m not alone. Ever.

Finding connectedness, we are just humans, we are just spirits here for a while visiting, and the place we live is our bodies. The bodies we use to cry in, hug in, love in, dance in, breath in, sweat in…

And again. Going back to wonder where yours is.

How the sun falls on your face and how your feet feel on the earth. Today, yesterday, everyday.

Loving every bit.

July 15, 2010

Loving.

by Katyslany

July 13, 2010

Words to Shiver to…

by Katyslany

Shane Koyczan is phenomenal, inspiring,with his perfectly planted words that make me shiver make me cry- I’ll see him this weekend (this is just one video of many amazing ones…)

July 13, 2010

Fragile pieces

by Katyslany

The Wholeo Glass Dome in Sonoma County: all of the pieces are fragile coming together to make up scattered rainbow soup.

July 11, 2010

by Emma
“We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.”
T. S. Eliot
July 11, 2010

by Emma

Over the moon and back again,
my dear Twitch.

It’s always the same new story and where are you?
everything is happening for me here. maybe yes.
the world is spinning just the same as it always has but I might just be

taking flight

like,
yum!

so where is your paw in my paw,
muse?

and also more and more i can see
we’re just right

just as we are

there are secret reasons under our missions
maybe we’ll find out one day
a fireworks day of music beneath time

and delirious togetherness

i ii iii

i hung my wish on yoko’s wish tree in nyc

July 7, 2010

Everything is Waiting for You

by Katyslany

Your great mistake is to act the drama
as if you were alone. As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden
transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,
even you, at times, have felt the grand array;
the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice You must note
the way the soap dish enables you,
or the window latch grants you freedom.
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.
The stairs are your mentor of things
to come, the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you,
and the tiny speaker in the phone
is your dream-ladder to divinity.

Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into
the conversation. The kettle is singing
even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots
have left their arrogant aloofness and
seen the good in you at last. All the birds
and creatures of the world are unutterably
themselves. Everything is waiting for you.

— David Whyte

July 5, 2010

A Conversation

by Emma

6-10pm

come see my work in the second show if you’re in LA! yumm.

http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=130884463612055&ref=ts

Molecules: Work progressing... !

i have been working away like a loon. a little woozy from the glue. watching a movie about a tightrope walker. i really miss the circus these days.

July 5, 2010

My Rainbow Safari

by Katyslany

July 5, 2010

Finding things

by Katyslany

Sweet shopping list

I love the writing of this and the kiss at the bottom