7.13.2009

surprises

contrasts of half parts:
1 over 2 is steady with variances of a measured range of emotions. point to point, an exact line
2 over 2 is unbalanced elements composed into the semblance of a stereotype. colorfields, they overlap

complements of two tones:
eliciting subtleties of the subconscious to an expanded capacity for warmth and self-lessness
and depths of thoughts that strand among one another. so delicately woven by time and patience. it cannot be undone.

// that it would be me. post-production recall and repair. (in)direct fixes. can the synthetic understand the natural?
observations from within. a biased conclusion. placebo effect?



6.29.2009

'activities' and 'hobbies'


if all existing entities are actually one, then we are on a microscopic scale. our interests and acts of recreation are extensions and slivers of our being. to scope out and experiment various occupations to find the one that is most fitting to our happiness and passions.
we are in search of our identities. alive, dead, life, non-life, rational, and non-rational. they are all interdependent. no you or me, but it.

unfortunate that 'we' are not aware of our necessity for co-existence. this leads to 'self-destruction' of the it. deterioration, atrophied sections, ignored parts. all are vital. unfortunate.

.: then why do i amass the material; and dissipate my time on the irrelevant?

outward appearances


much contrast of blacks and whites, charcoal pencil stripes, gouache painted effects, simplicity with layers

a(n) un/defined mood. complete or incomplete, but your mind fills in the gaps as it usually does.


which way does she spin?

6.04.2009

music




last fm tool: interactive artist and tag map

5.29.2009

sometimes


channels, multiple entry points with only one exit.
i take it in and process => complexity; ultimately for sharing
nodes and circuits. i want to be in the middle. a central terminal for thoughts and ideas to pass through
talk to me.

this generation, my cohort, my peers, and i have a common drive to do good in the world. spread our peace, our love.
today we did 'body mapping' with an environmental artist. mine was the only abstract one she had encountered. crayons + permanent marker + oil pastels
i recycled it.
i hope to be recycled into the mind of the world. uptake, process, re-interpret, re-create, renew.

- jenny

5.20.2009

in the moment

drenched and dredged with the waste and excess of lost feelings, overly optimistic goals, personal battles, broken friendships, and missed calls.
its heavy - the worn fishing lines tangled around my legs, the tattered shirts and jeans slopped on my body. they do not belong to me. i gave all my belongings away. i can only own myself.
this liquid, no, it isn't liquid anymore. it's this viscous mass. it's filling my mouth and nose. there's a cold, clammy sensation all over my skin. levels rising. so perfectly. no air bubbles or pockets of air. i'm surrounded, becoming soggy and grey.
my thoughts are polluted. i can't tell which belong to me.
i want my spirit and will to be broken. so i can mend.


moth - burial & four tet

4.30.2009



no excuse
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insensate

i take it back. moving -> increased understanding/acceptance.
i try to be thoughtful/conscious so that i don't ever need to excuse myself and my actions. but anything a person does is part of the fabric of his/her being, so there you cannot excuse bits and pieces of yourself. or you are rejecting the whole. .: mend and move on. extend and change direction. reverse and contrast.

4.24.2009

ryuichi and black


War and Peace :: Ryuichi Sakamoto

"is war as old as gravity?

are there animals that like peace and animals that like war?
do we love without thinking?
do we do the right thing without thinking?
peace is unpredictable"


War and peace (AOKI Takamasa Remix) :: Ryuichi Sakamoto

4.05.2009

to recognize/register, being reminded/realized, finding reality


a few realizations/reminders
of the world as i do not see it, but as others do. or is it more than perspective and takes, but actualities and hard facts? and once it registers, what is your reaction?
a silent crouch, and breathing becomes still. remnants all around. jumbled and then re-ordered without the nullified sections - 72.008 to 143.109. part a to c.
- cancelled, crossed off, erased, cut out, voided, tossed
where to go from here?
no more questions now

human before gender or gender before human? it makes for tremendous inequalities and injustices, crossing cultural, language barriers. but fact/construct of societies and human nature? was it just 50/50?
still more questions

talents, morals, ethics, passions. both modesty and obliviousness. attn averted to other imperfections with heightened scrutiny.



fly-variation :: aoki takamasa + tujiko noriko


scary world theory :: lali puna

- j

3.13.2009

torn off bits and pieces of lyrics from recent music to my ears...

Remember the people /
Simply a part of human nature /
Sending me back to the memory lane /


No button to touch / No dial to turn / No key to hold

Flow sweetly, hang heavy /
You suddenly complete me



Find what you get there / Find what you get there

Erupt, erupt, erupt, erupt again / Erupt, erupt, erupt, erupt again


Walking into open space / Walking into open space










All in all theres something to give, /
All in all theres something to do, /
All in all theres something to live, /
With you ...