June 02, 2009

hark, an angel plays the maple drumset

This is a video assignment for a BFA art program. The time and love it asked for surpassed my predictions. Pre production took an excess of 35 hours, shooting took 12, and post took 6. Since I worked stag on this thing, you'll notice a few bugs and errors. Overall, I am quite pleased. It is dear to me because it's more of a biography than an assignment. I hope it doesn't suck for real.

PS: You might need to let it load first. The file is bigger than Kanye West's Ego. What's with that moe anyway? My cat could make better beats than him.

May 30, 2009

flip-book reanimation

My songs intend to be heart-pointed arrows but have become the muse of a stilt-waking circus juggler, wearing checkered pants and grin painted on his face.
My art is learning college words yet forgetting how to conjugate itself.
My kinetic moonwalking skills are hybernating.
My listening power is fierce.
My seedgrow technique is leveling up.

May 18, 2009

silverback gorrila vs. 300 molly ringwalds

I selfishly fantasize about having that moment....that something else. And i want this moment to occur in broad daylight, among the regular public, blossoming before them in all its splendor. I utterly CRAVE.....this moment and I want it thrust forth like a turbo-climactic denouement in a favorite all-time movie type moment. Yes, I can be singing at the top of my lungs and smiling at the same time throughout the whole number (if that's even possible). I can also be dancing upon a rooftop, parading around in a sharp tuxedo, or even twirling around a cane like it was a baton. I don't really need a half-a-million dollar camera to zoom in on me. But I do need people to join in on whatever the fuck it is i'm doing, and I would love love love it to be synchronized in such a fashion, that passersbye do point-and-awe when we flood the streets. I want it to be the way Sally moaned her brains out in that diner during lunch. Fuck man, maybe i'm just aching to scream at something and scare the living shit out of it. I'm not sure.

May 16, 2009

a leather briefcase at the trainstation

longing for the sycamore
and sap upon my brow
das maiden voyage
of supernovas,
and celestial playgrounds,
polaris in my see-saw
forth imagination binge,
like baron and duchess banquet platter
or a subterfuge
sypher my completeness
and spray it upon
your favorite brick
find everything to be found
in nothing that is missed
drums striking dervishly
a matador and his hat
is the gentleman and his pipe
on the trail of matters of fact

April 29, 2009

astral uprock projections

after a heroic dose of expresso...i tend to breakdance in my mind...as in, i project an image of myself, breakdancing...for almost thirty minutes. i'm still trying to unravel the symbolism behind this.

April 27, 2009

stainless steel traditions

this old guy blow-dries his balls in the locker room while humming "uh-huh....uh-huh". i always take a piss after a swim, therefore i always pass him on the way because he is the gatekeeper. I AM THE KEY MASTER....not!

March 28, 2009

Oh Mohave!

The butterflies are back and they are RUNNING....AMUCK!!!!! AAAHHHHHH!! I'm so happy about this! Butterflies are super pretty, and they DO land on your nose to say hello and it DOES tickle and you DO get laugh attacks when you fall victim. They're everywhere today man. Kyoto's pretty excited about it too. How can anyone stay inside anymore? All i wanna do is play now. Playing is where it's at man.

This past week and a half I've been obsessing on some summer projects. I've been researching and beginning the schematics on a wind turbine for my place of stay. From what I've gathered, they're relatively low cost if you rummage through junkyards or the recycler. I feel that it's time to become more receptive to mana and address the duh in domestic energy solutions. The solution is what trendsetters are calling hygridding. Once the prototype is done, and if it's under or around $100, it only makes sense to share this formula. I'm sure more research needs to be done in regards to legality because PG&E and all those fucks aren't going to let this slide easily. But I think this is loads easier than long haul investments of photosynthetic styles. Wind is free and easy to play with.

But...there's also the efficiency in human energy. Why not human to mechanical to electric? How fresh would it be to have pedal powered anything? David Butcher has already tapped into this idea quite extensively. To rig a pedal-powered device, namely a stationary cycle attached to a motor, inverter, and etc., would be so boss because the obvious exercise benefits as well as the energy independence. Too much to say here.

The other project that I've been ready to tackle is a planter box but not just an ordinary one. I want to integrate a permaculture approach. This idea has been a brewin' since almost 5 years ago. Pesticide-free veggies? COMPLETE synergy? This would be ideal. If i could raise some peppers by July, that would own soo much. I would like to use mycelia some how but it's a little intimidating. Not sure how much influence they've got but I know it's powerful goodness for the soil. I've been using mycelia on myself for months now and it's promoted super breathing. Maybe it's worth a try.

Oh man. Oh man. I need to hit up the hedlands soon.

March 16, 2009

pickled neotony

i've been flirting lately, romancing about singing everywhere i went, especially in public. but not in that broadway, perfect smile, unruffled, the audience is watching type noise...more like even the scuzzbuckets sing, when they rob people or get into fights...and the old been there done that types...they could sing like johnny cash or connie francis. i wouldn't want it to be too dramatic because that would put an expiration date on this idea. i just would like to indulge in a week of constant singing...while ordering take-out chinese =)..oooooooh.....perusing the farmers market....asking for directions.....and it would all just be our way. if i ever grow a colony and if i become mayor of this colony, i would not write laws but provide incentives for singing.

i've also been curious as to the idea of pockets. i find pockets to be for the most part wonderful, cool, and wish they were on everything. pockets put spells on me. when i see pockets that don't belong to me, i always wonder (if it isn't too obvious) what's in it as the possibilities are endless. i'm disappointed that humans aren't engineered with pockets. they should include that feature in the production process. but maybe human's don't have pockets because they weren't meant to bring things with them in travel due to the idea that everything they require for survival may be extracted or borrowed from mana. dang, i wonder if any rasta mons ever grew a famously large dread (singular) and made it into a sachet of some sort...that...would be SUCH a professional move right there.

March 08, 2009

dissonant waltz

i feel at times that my energy cycle is always a recombining dimension of the american revolutionary war, where there is a great upheaval of one dominating force by the opposition. for reasons i am unable to explain, my mind and heart are commonly at odds against each other, scraping together each's reserves to perform this quite sloppy coup d’état. more often then not, i believe the mind to be the overdog. i believe that the heart unleashes its loudest war cries, yet somehow, it heeds the decree of the mind's ambition, becomes soft and quiet, and transforms into not a pain felt by the sympathetic ear, but a google entry, with an extensive exposition. and the mind...an untamed griffin, with no sense of pathos, frantic at night and haggard during day, desperately scouting for it's identity. oh how they may unite.

March 07, 2009

of unearthing seeds unplanted

It would be foolish to forget that the pursuit of knowledge, whether be the detecting ancient patterns, traversing space and time, or hyper-magnification of being, has no ultimate wisdom without the pure and solitary intent to unravel thyself. To misplace this memory would be to only stymie the very humanity in which induces this transcending curiosity. Strangely, bidding farewell to selfish pursuits and welcoming those of others unsheaths not the answers to the questions which we desire, but the radiating lust which these questions lure. A great cosmic imposition is an ultimatum: Give in to humanity, or give to humanity. May art be the quotient and if so, of celebration, or suffering?