So....The movie is in rough cut almost done.  Certainly not the behemoth it has previously been.  Now I am able to focus on what I love most....ArtFun shared with my peeps.  I have always had an "I Love Lucy" approach to life which my husband tolerates with such grace that it would put Ricky to shame.
So....I get a few willing friends and we decided to go all Mickey Rooney and put together a pop up gallery exhibition.  It will be on October 18th in the historic Farrs Building on the Northside which I have found out was at one point in its history a shoe store.This particular location is still in its raw state, translation - wear smart shoes.  The goal is that the space will be a character or influence in the evening's art work. I have done this type of guerilla exhibition before in both Hoboken, NJ ('87) and Newark, NJ ('96 - '04ish).  This however is the first time I am working with a corporate sponsor.  Where it not for my dear friend negotiating both parties I would expect to be screwed completely because I am working with a developer. (land vampire not cool like a landshark)
SO....This has caused me to gaze into my navel and ponder (one of my 8 yr old vocabulary words this week) the idea of space -  space as a commodity (duh), as a state of mind~ as a blank canvas ~as a tool~ as a weapon~ as a definition of who we are and where we begin and end. The tensions created by interior and exterior of shared and secretive  and the terrain of identity formation (mmm one of my favorite bailiwicks).
So... I leave with two parting thoughts... one comes from The Tick and one comes from a Japanese art collective. RINPA on


I have finally gained access to the this girl's barren apocalyptic vault.  I don't have any grand plans as I return to the clickety clack like a misbegotten Brenda Starr.  As I have finished up a major project - a documentary film - I am turning my attention to creative production for soul sake.  I toil like many of us at indentured servitude. and I have recently gotten lost in the hipper than hip Mad Men.  I have put off indulging in this sharp edged cotton candy.  Every now and then the hype is the smoke of fire.  For me this fire hits home as it explains to me the years of my family that are lost to me.  My father was an alcoholic,  NYC, ad man who disappeared and my mother ended up the lone divorcee in the burbs shunned by neighbors and alienated from her Long Island family.
The show is a scathing critique of the fabricated American culture that we have all come to know and either love or hate.  The problem is that most of general public are basking in the glorification of a culture that gave us the underpinnings of, what has become controversial, American Exceptionalism.
Does our greatness lie in our ability to create consumerism in place of democracy?  Does our polarization come from 70 years of commercial conformity?
The ideas of family, or rather the mold of idealized family, has a genesis and that point is Mad Men.  And we still don't get it.

Silver Linings..... with most of my opinions I expect this to be unpopular.
With the economy in shambles or bouncing back but tanking then rebounding - I look for positive effects. I and most of my people would thrive with a collapse of the power structure, no not anarchy. I am thinking about a return to regionalism, a bit extreme in this sense but you get my drift. What with us all examining our carbon footprint because there is no lint left in our belly buttons, many are touting buying local! Well DUH!. I am one of the few who is not afraid to say I am not green, let the planet purge us, we deserve it. Where we are now; socially, economically, and spiritually is a result or a culmination of the negative aspects of American Exceptionalism and more loosely Manifest Destiny. We settled this continent because the "Divine" ( no, not the cool one with the hair and fabulous dresses) said we deserve it, it is ours...because. Colonialism brought European destruction to all coasts it could access, 'cuz God said we could? I have, since I have moved to Pennsyltucky 15 years ago, taken extraordinary pleasure from doing business with my neighbors. I have purchased, bartered and spread the word about my local producers. There are three farms within 5 miles of my house that if I don't have my wallet will float me until the next time I see them..."holy Green Acres Batman". I, being a considerate neighbor return immediately with my wallet, but how wonderfully old school. Many of my neighbors, you will not be surprised, don't like me. I wear this like a badge of honor because the people who count recognize my character and commitment to being a good citizen, albeit a salty citizen.
Charlie Manson was once quoted as saying " everybody, the whole world , all the people are f*cked up; I am gonna be normal, I am not gonna f*cked up". This is a compelling statement, not because of the source but the power of the idea. Charlie after all is an idea man. We as a society, since the Industrial Revolution have progressed to a state of ever growing, blind, thoughtless consumerism. The Technological Revolution has made this even easier. It creates this paradox where we are all in touch, we are touchy, feely, we are concerned but we do less. More communication--less action. Our communications and concern are superficial. We pat ourselves on the back at the drop of a hat becuase we think we are good and righteous so must be. We text there for we are. We all don't drive hummers but we are just as guilty because we accept a culture where Hummers are possible and almost a divine right. I don't pretend to be green becuase I don't need to be. I do not accept the status quo, I find mainstream anything offensive.
I fight against Sheeple at any given opportunity, individualism is truly American. Not in a John Wayne, I conquered the west single-handedly, but in a quiet way more akin to Popeye. I am what I am and I fight the good fight. Don't even get me started on Olive Oil.
The best thing that could come out of the economy in shambles or bouncing back but tanking then rebounding is the we as a culture re-examine our values. Why do we need plastic
gee- gaws to bring us pleasure? Why has accomplishment been replaced with purchasing power? Why do we sacrifice our children to McDonald's, Disney and Nintendo?

a girl's guide to the apocolypse

Look out naysayers and ner'do wells.... I will flap my virtual gums annoying all.. wholesale. I am an equal opportunity nuisance, not very fond of people-especially those who think themselves normal or the status quo. I am an artist and a Punk...within these are the criteria I live my life by. I am a good and honest citizen due to the radical nature of being so. I am the end of the baby boomer generation and have seething, bubbling contempt for the elders of my generation. They have visited upon us many plagues through there arrogance and greed.
I find the two party system, free market as well as feminism a gross and catastrophic failure. I vote third party and it is not a waste of a vote, it allows an illusion of control over the derailed heap of detritus that is our government and social structure. I thank god( he doesn't care if it is capitalized) for my talent and the people he has placed in my life but have no love of organized religion. My current super power is driving away Jehovahs with real, meaningful, and informed theological discussions. Next time they stop in I will get them off that pesky, limiting religion of theirs.

Chance favors a prepared mind. Ansel Adams