JO CALDERONE CALLED, HE WANTS GAGA TO RIP.

 

The best thing she's ever done is be a guy.

I approve.

IOU

 

 

 

 

 

Many apologies for my somewhat stagnant blog. The pace shall be picked up. Here are some favorites of the ones I've taken thus far. This is my summer. Eat up.

cherry tomatoes.

 

 

 

BON IVER. I broke the binding.

 

This man did us a favor. New Album. And it's breathtaking.

JUDAS JUDA-A-A, JUDAS GAGA.

 

Well, at first I found this song to be extremely offensive, but I've changed my mind. I'm pretty sure she's just using the story of Judas betraying Jesus as a visual, and an attention getter, because we all know that's what GaGa's all about. She still gives me the creeps, but that doesn't mean she isn't a fantastic producer. Musically, the girl knows what she's doing. 

Also, I'm just going to come out and say that i love the implants on her face and shoulders.

This song is going to cause some serious controversy.

Thoughts?

DISCOVERED: Marc Giai-Miniet

 

 

 

 

 

 

OH MY GOD. I have no idea how i didn't know about this guy until till now. I'm completely infatuated. Obsessed. Google him till your eyes are sore.

THE PLAN.

I am so excited. I've been in a the biggest rut with my art for the past year and i think i'm finally coming out of it. I realized that my work has been about the product for too long. So, i decided to find a way to really make it about the process. I wanted to find a way to be impulsive, and lack any care of what comes from it. I wanted to be completely immersed in my medium.

SO.

Last night i danced a painting. I taped down to large sheets of paper, put on some OH LAND, and made some moves. I moved across the surface with tubes of paint in my hand, and watched the liquid color fall from my fingers to the surface, but in a different way that it ever has before. The original intention was to just pull the paint around with my feet. Of course, i couldn't control myself. By the end I was practically rolling in it. I even began impulsively smashing my pastels with a hammer, watching pigment explode. It felt like I finally opened the door to something. I had forgotten the sheer enjoyment of making art.

The actual product isn't anything that I'm attached to. But the feeling of that paint, that's where i need to go.
I have a vision. A plan.

I am going to cover the entire floor of the studio with paper. Tape it down. Shut the doors, shut the windows, and lock myself in there. I want to be completely exposed in front of my surface. I want to be completely honest with it. I want to eliminate all fear. I want my body to be the brush. To literally roll in paint. To physically be completely consumed by it. I will have to be completely naked, and completely alone, so that i have nothing to hide. I'm not sure what is going to come of this, but what I do know, is that I will be listening to Radiohead the entire time.

Anticipation.

ALSO, thank you Emily, Jackie, and Adam for dancing with me. You all have lovely feet.