Earth loves you so reciprocate,
Instigator
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Happy Earth Day
Earth loves you so reciprocate,
Instigator
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Restart: Art as an Answer
Hallo Hallo lads and lasses,
It’s been a while so thanks for your continued support after that hiatus. Every now and then life catches you alone in the school washroom, kicks your ass, takes your marbles and steals your lunch money. These last few crazy months have involved death, house struck by lightning, another death, and some time spent in a hospital bed, all one after another with a series of smaller calamities in between. I am however fairly certain that life would be less beautiful without these and other disasters.
I trust you had a happy holiday (whether Christmas, Kwanzaa, Chanukah, or long-weekend-off-&-boxing-day-sale) and have made the most of 2009 thus far. Many things have occurred of late in our mad world, a pretty remarkable U.S. election… the results of which left the world with that warm and fuzzy feeling for at least a fortnight, the shoe throwing incident heard around the world, a worldwide recession, and Michael Jackson in the news for his music. Closer to home we’ve been suffering the consequences of myopic oligarch-ism and partisan dogfights. I hope that what is proving to be simultaneously one of the most extraordinary and daunting times in recent history will lead, not to depression and hallucinogenics, but to an iconoclasm of the holy trinity: consumerism, individualism and xenophobia that’s been festering at the altar.
I’ve got my fingers crossed that at this rare juncture we will tighten our belts, roll up of sleeves, put our heads together, take one for the team, kill 2 birds with one stone and many more clichéd but fantastic acts to dig our selves out of the hole. I can’t help but be excited about the opportunities that exist on the flip side of the hard-times coin. The return to production and hard work for reward, the renaissance of culture, science, philosophy, new ideas, slowed-cooked food, playing fetch with Spot, an afternoon spent reading and ART. Art in brush strokes, in point-and-shoot, in needle and thread, in melodies, in words. Personal yet communal, imperfect and progressive… evolutionary. Art as conversation, a chowder, if you will, of collective ideas, all hot and stewy and yummy, art as an answer… to the question of how the hell do we get out of here? I’m tickled pink at the thought of what could be, nay, what will be, when we all come together to make this project, My Country My Love, and all other social art endeavours come to pass. This is our time now… to be art- a collective of spirits, art – sublime change.
That’s all she wrote for now kids,
Please please tell your friends,
Remember, find a penny, pick it up, all day long… you’ll have a really dirty coin in your pocket so wash your hands,
Hasta luego,
Instigator
It’s been a while so thanks for your continued support after that hiatus. Every now and then life catches you alone in the school washroom, kicks your ass, takes your marbles and steals your lunch money. These last few crazy months have involved death, house struck by lightning, another death, and some time spent in a hospital bed, all one after another with a series of smaller calamities in between. I am however fairly certain that life would be less beautiful without these and other disasters.
I trust you had a happy holiday (whether Christmas, Kwanzaa, Chanukah, or long-weekend-off-&-boxing-day-sale) and have made the most of 2009 thus far. Many things have occurred of late in our mad world, a pretty remarkable U.S. election… the results of which left the world with that warm and fuzzy feeling for at least a fortnight, the shoe throwing incident heard around the world, a worldwide recession, and Michael Jackson in the news for his music. Closer to home we’ve been suffering the consequences of myopic oligarch-ism and partisan dogfights. I hope that what is proving to be simultaneously one of the most extraordinary and daunting times in recent history will lead, not to depression and hallucinogenics, but to an iconoclasm of the holy trinity: consumerism, individualism and xenophobia that’s been festering at the altar.
I’ve got my fingers crossed that at this rare juncture we will tighten our belts, roll up of sleeves, put our heads together, take one for the team, kill 2 birds with one stone and many more clichéd but fantastic acts to dig our selves out of the hole. I can’t help but be excited about the opportunities that exist on the flip side of the hard-times coin. The return to production and hard work for reward, the renaissance of culture, science, philosophy, new ideas, slowed-cooked food, playing fetch with Spot, an afternoon spent reading and ART. Art in brush strokes, in point-and-shoot, in needle and thread, in melodies, in words. Personal yet communal, imperfect and progressive… evolutionary. Art as conversation, a chowder, if you will, of collective ideas, all hot and stewy and yummy, art as an answer… to the question of how the hell do we get out of here? I’m tickled pink at the thought of what could be, nay, what will be, when we all come together to make this project, My Country My Love, and all other social art endeavours come to pass. This is our time now… to be art- a collective of spirits, art – sublime change.
That’s all she wrote for now kids,
Please please tell your friends,
Remember, find a penny, pick it up, all day long… you’ll have a really dirty coin in your pocket so wash your hands,
Hasta luego,
Instigator
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