I. And. Love. And. You.
I am no great understander of the human condition.
teachings from today: you will fail sometimes; you must find the positive in every single aspect of life; be optimistic; karma; karma, Buddha said: “All living beings have actions (Karma) as their own, their inheritance, their congenital cause, their kinsman, their refuge. It is Karma that differentiates beings into low and high states.” find compassion and love; feel compassion...
your vagina is a monologue.
you’re perfect; i am overwhelmed. you’re in love; i am euphoric. you’re holding on; i have drowned.
losing my edge.
“I hear you’re buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your computer out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jazz record.” lcd soundsystem, it is your year.
sat·is·fac·tion noun \ˌsa-təs-ˈfak-shən\ Definition of SATISFACTION 2 a : fulfillment of a need or want b : the quality or state of being satisfied : contentment c : a source or means of enjoyment : gratification
“Only the development of compassion and understanding for others can bring us the tranquility and happiness we all seek” be humble; and love each other.
“Love can transpose to form and dignity: Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing’d Cupid painted blind: Nor hath Love’s mind of any judgement taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: And therefore is Love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguiled…” (Act 1. SC. 1)
“i hope all will be well” (Act 4. SC. 5)
so percussion. so cool. npr. yes.
great lecture by Walker at the Hirshhorn. Reflecting and understanding Warhol from her point of view. oh so good!
AWESOME BLOG. so so beautiful. ah.
I just got an internship with these AMAZING guys! I am so so very excited to be absolutely engulfed by music all summer and percussionist ahhhhh YES! :) :)
FAVORITE. your mind will be exploded into light beams!
“To be a performance artist, you have to hate theatre,” she replied. “Theatre is fake… The knife is not real, the blood is not real, and the emotions are not real. Performance is just the opposite: the knife is real, the blood is real, and the emotions are real.” constant stream of inspiration.
oh it’s love.
the body of the artist, is the ultimate medium.
everyone needs this book. so much inspiration, and play for the creative juices to flow. blaaaaah being consumed by art making is the absolute best.
new project. do one montage a day, end of the week I will post all seven, woo! i know you are all very excited for what is about to come your way! so here’s a few i just wanted to share.
embracing collage art. we call it photomontage ;) one a day!
there’s a you inside of me a being within an ocean of sensations ripples that create you echo me my waves falling into you a rise that will drown us both. consume me with your being.
Today I was reminded why I am in the flow of art making. thank you Jeff. leap. leap into the void. leap every single day. into the void.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Plato: For the greater good.
Karl Marx: It was a historical inevitability.
Machiavelli: So that its subjects will view it with admiration, as a chicken which has the daring and courage to boldly cross the road, but also with fear, for whom among them has the strength to contend with such a paragon of avian virtue? In such a manner is the princely chicken's dominion maintained.
Hippocrates: Because of an excess of light pink gooey stuff in its pancreas.
Jacques Derrida: Any number of contending discourses may be discovered within the act of the chicken crossing the road, and each interpretation is equally valid as the authorial intent can never be discerned, because structuralism is DEAD, DAMMIT, DEAD!
Thomas de Torquemada: Give me ten minutes with the chicken and I'll find out.
Timothy Leary: Because that's the only kind of trip the Establishment would let it take.
Douglas Adams: Forty-two.
Nietzsche: Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road gazes also across you.
Oliver North: National Security was at stake.
B.F. Skinner: Because the external influences which had pervaded its sensorium from birth had caused it to develop in such a fashion that it would tend to cross roads, even while believing these actions to be of its own free will.
Carl Jung: The confluence of events in the cultural gestalt necessitated that individual chickens cross roads at this historical juncture, and therefore synchronicitously brought such occurrences into being.
Jean-Paul Sartre: In order to act in good faith and be true to itself, the chicken found it necessary to cross the road.
Ludwig Wittgenstein: The possibility of "crossing" was encoded into the objects "chicken" and "road", and circumstances came into being which caused the actualization of this potential occurrence.
Albert Einstein: Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
Aristotle: To actualize its potential.
Buddha: If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken-nature.
Howard Cosell: It may very well have been one of the most astonishing events to grace the annals of history. An historic, unprecedented avian biped with the temerity to attempt such an herculean achievement formerly relegated to homo sapien pedestrians is truly a remarkable occurence.
Salvador Dali: The Fish.
Darwin: It was the logical next step after coming down from the trees.
Emily Dickinson: Because it could not stop for death.
Epicurus: For fun.
Ralph Waldo Emerson: It didn't cross the road; it transcended it.
Johann von Goethe: The eternal hen-principle made it do it.
Ernest Hemingway: To die. In the rain.
Werner Heisenberg: We are not sure which side of the road the chicken was on, but it was moving very fast.
David Hume: Out of custom and habit.
Jack Nicholson: 'Cause it [censored] wanted to. That's the [censored] reason.
Pyrrho the Skeptic: What road?
Ronald Reagan: I forget.
John Sununu: The Air Force was only too happy to provide the transportation, so quite understandably the chicken availed himself of the opportunity.
The Sphinx: You tell me.
Mr. T.: If you saw me coming you'd cross the road too!
Henry David Thoreau: To live deliberately ... and suck all the marrow out of life.
Mark Twain: The news of its crossing has been greatly exaggerated.
Molly Yard: It was a hen!
Zeno of Elea: To prove it could never reach the other side.
Chaucer: So priketh hem nature in hir corages.
Wordsworth: To wander lonely as a cloud.
The Godfather: I didn't want its mother to see it like that.
Keats: Philosophy will clip a chicken's wings.
Blake: To see heaven in a wild fowl.
Dr. Johnson: Sir, had you known the Chicken for as long as I have, you would not so readily enquire, but feel rather the Need to resist such a public Display of your own lamentable and incorrigible Ignorance.
Mrs. Thatcher: This chicken's not for turning.
Supreme Soviet: There has never been a chicken in this photograph.
Oscar Wilde: Why, indeed? One's social engagements whilst in town ought never expose one to such barbarous inconvenience - although, perhaps, if one must cross a road, one may do far worse than to cross it as the chicken in question.
Kafka: Hardly the most urgent enquiry to make of a low-grade insurance clerk who woke up that morning as a hen.
Swift: It is, of course, inevitable that such a loathsome, filth-ridden and degraded creature as Man should assume to question the actions of one in all respects his superior.
Macbeth: To have turned back were as tedious as to go o'er.
Whitehead: Clearly, having fallen victim to the fallacy of misplaced concreteness.
Freud: An die andere Seite zu kommen. (Much laughter.)
Hamlet: That is not the question.
Donne: It crosseth for thee.
Pope: It was mimicking my Lord Hervey.
Constable: To get a better view.
Yeats: She was following the Faeries that sang to her to come away with them from the dull, bucolic comfort of the farmyard to the waters and the wild.
Shelley: 'Tis a metaphor for the pursuits of man: though 'twas deemed an extraordinary occurrence at the time, still it brought little to bear on the great scheme of time and history, and was ultimately fruitless and forgotten.
Tolkien: Chickens are respectable folk, and well thought of. They never go on any adventures or do anything unexpected. One fine spring day, as the chicken wandered contentedly around the farmyard, clucking and pecking and enjoying herself immensely, there appeared a Wizard and thirteen Dwarves who were in need of a chicken to share in their adventure. Reluctantly she joined their party, and with them crossed the road into the great Unknown, muttering about how rude the Dwarves were to take her away on such short notice, without even giving her time to brush her feathers or fetch her hat.
hold my hand and pull me into a hug. just hold on.
life is a perspective. have more open honest conversations. embrace the chance for errors and mistakes. live with what you see not with words unsaid. we’re all just swimming in a fish bowl full of fortune cookies.
a brief history on performance art. inspire my soul. ana mendieta janine antoni louise bourgeois carolee schneemann rebecca horn Yayoi Kusama also, women dominate this form of art!
new favorite artist. i feel extremely moved by her work it is absolutely enticing. wow.
Probably my favorite curator, she is absolutely fabulous. :)
good morning tumblrs, here’s some ted talk information-soon-to-be knowledge. feed your mind! :)
send letters. send letters of. send letters of passion. send.
be here now. feel inspired. push beyond every limit. limits do not exist. feel that which surrounds you. feel with all of your being. experience. live fully and entirely. breath in the energy of everything. laugh too loud and too hard. connect your mind, body, and soul through meditation. be.
“love is a curse shelled in a hearse” and yours is the wedding i will not fly to.
internship search. cat scratches and naps. options-galore. coffee.