So on the ride home, My friend Winnie and I came up with what we thought was a pretty cool idea:
we buy a brand new Leica- M series (film), shoot with it for 1 day each, then return it. I don't know why we want to do it, but I'm sure it has something to do with an infatuation with cool gadgetry. On the flip, I think there is something to be said about the whole process, although I don't particularly know what it is. We decided that we should document every step of the way with video, and maybe create a short docu-film out of it. We'll probably even include some of the photos from our day shoots. I don't know what's going to happen afterwards, but I'm excited to see how it pans out. There's so much risk involved with this venture however. If something happens to the camera, we lose out on our four thousand dollars. When you think about, this idea seems really silly considering how much money is on the line; however, this stunt would provide too much excitement for me to give up. 4 grand is a lot of money to spend, but getting it back will be so sweet! And we will get it back...
check in soon to see how our little venture unfolds
We know who we are. We know exactly who we are. We are scared of ourselves, however. This is when we question ourselves and mask our selfdeprivation. Listen! we are not questioning some higher power of enlightenment. I thought I was questioning some powers stronger than I. It's occurred to me-- I knew all along who I was and am up to this point. Don't throw away the past. The past is you. Someone who knows you well can tell you a lot about yourself. I'll give myself to others. Others can help you. Someone I know well has told me a shitload. Don't be scared anymore. I'm not scared anymore.
I'm going to continue my quest, this rocky, frowned-upon quest. I shall have enlightenment. Travel this road and have your enlightenment.
I recently attended the Flux benefit art exhibit at St. Josephs cathedral (Arbor Hill), and it was cool. I've always had my doubts about art circles and scenes-- I've always seen them as phony and trendy. I'm not totally reneging on the aforementioned; however, I will admit that my opinion was definitely an uninformed judgment. Local art scene's aren't good for nothing. They are the perfect networking environment. Plus, the people are pretty cool. It's really comforting to see people working toward the same goal that you are (and not buku cash flow) (although it helps) (times are rough) (economy is shit) (AIG almost went under) (AIG son...)-- a social awareness. That I actually ended up here is a big surprise to me. Here's what happened (not exciting): My friend, Jim, has been working on a documentary about the local art scene and there response to the recent warehouse fire (The warehouse served as a haven for local art work and events) (I'll post more information on that soon), and he asked me to take photographs for it (he also had an inkling that I had an inkling (not the same kind of inkling) for local art). So he asked me to make it out; he suggested that I go and network a little. "Sure. What is good art, if it isn't judged by the amount of people you know." So I went two days before the actual show to snap some photos of the artists at work for the documentary. I dug it. I think I was more overwhelmed by the space (St. Josephs cathedral- built in 1860- fucking gorgeous) however. Plus, the lighting was awful, but I made it work. The actual show was very well put together (Thanks to the artists and Ken Jacobi), but I think the work couldve been a little stronger and better put together. Sam Contompasis assembled a 15ft square pyramid with a black/white and grey image on each of the bases. That was dope. Also, One Unit's gnome world installation was awesome, and so was Erik Savage's portrait of a four-eyed, bandaged young girl forcing herself to smile. I can't forget about Gregory Dunn's earth walker spewing garbage to the masses- oddly moving. There were some other things that caught my attention, but those were pieces that stuck out the most. In any environment, there are going to be artists who are more talented than others. Don't cut my throat. I'm fully aware of how subjective this is. The fact that there were both known and unknown artists says a lot about the community that these artists belong to though . On the contrary, I think the show was a little rushed. Some more work would've been nice. Good news: I think my pre-notions about local art communities and scenes have been temporarily put aside. The people were cool. The art made statements. The music... oh yeah, the music was really good! I can't complain. I just wish I got some better pictures! Until next time.
Has a girlfriend! Hold all applause because I just realized why I haven't had one for so long (besides the obvious unattractiveness and lack of G). Its a three-syllable word called Jealousy, and as luck would have it I happen to fall victim to it every time. I don't trust girls for shit. I've grown up with them so I see what they do. They play men like play things... I'm totally ranting and possibly even venting to myself in response to my skepticism of everything, but a part of me thinks that maybe I should do the same- play women like play things. And for that, I wanna biggup my poppa. Perhaps I'm entirely ludicrous; however, hear me out. I'm young and so is she. She's gorgeous. I'm handsome. She's sexy. I'm simple. She's totally into me-- way too into me. And because this isn't a familiar feeling for me I am forced into believing that "she must be doing dirt!" Therefore, I think I should be doing dirt... I'm not though. I fucking hate relationships! (yet I'm always in constant search for one) When I get what I want I'm always drawn back into worry and stomach sickness whenever a situation arises that appears to be strange. They fucking suck!-relationships... Even when you make that decision to trust-- you say "it's your word over mine" you say "I can't always assume" you say "you're right I'm wrong"-- the thought creeps in and smacks you in the face! All I'm saying is that I would really like to finish reading A Streetcar Named Desire but I keep getting smacked in the face. I'm not really jealous though. I'm just saying.
It's called disaster- that which leads to peace. Shadows gravel green grass the tree branch (which reaches up)(so suddenly up). I have just walked into the sun. So peaceful I's be shit so clear. Im in Love. This feeling: laughs and birds chirp above all is blue. So clear that I can't see straight. 20/20 up until this point in my life. The I's are fuzzy but all is wonderful.
Bloop Blurp feel uncomfortable It's 9 O'clock frequently and silence and mumbles laugh at lunch. The wheels on the bus spin continuously and towels get thrown in my direction. Part time sadness is white with VROOM.......... green grass flyby by bye pick up truck and yellow line. Sleep and dream awake and sing. I only see grey fuzziness. I am only my tight jeans.
-Boredom- Yap Yap Yap Yap Yap Oh cut the shit! Am I bored or am I just disappointed. People People Yapping Yapping Cabin 1 chore chart... WTF! Necessary? Cute. Her- she's cute. I'm kind of creepy. Creepy? no no no. He's creepy. He? He's a pain in the ass. Ass? Yes. My ass. Your ass. Ass Ass
