Collecting Random Interactions with the other Series

This project sourced from a couple things. The first being my desire to heal my severe social phobia. Most people have experienced some level of discomfort in social situations it becomes a problem when the phobia makes you evade situations. Or experience panic attacks within the situation. I have been seriously working on healing for the past five years and it is time to let this old and very powerful friend go.
The second as I flip the coin, social phobia is really a disconnect with people. Through this project I seek to connect with people and to acknowledge their brilliance. We will see how this goes.



3/11/10
"Lovely day"....
walking to the rock. A car full of teens passed. The very cute one in front said "Lovely day" as he tipped his hipster hat off to me with a smile in his eyes. aww.... put'n that one in my pocket for a rainy day.
Collecting Interactions, Indian Rock, Berk

2/17/10
"The first step after lunch is always the hardest"
Guy getting out of truck with workman ear phones on.

Buddha Bar...When I discovered it

And how this music has impacted my creativity.
Your comment of that my choice in music was "Muzak or elevator music" brought me to a great memory where I first discovered this amazing Lounge Music called Buddha Bar. In 2003 I was living in Florence Italy. Truly living the dream. I was taking courses in ceramics and Italian Art History. I met a soul sister Gisele (from Brazil) in my ceramics class and we instantly bonded. We traveled to Sicily together visiting the sacred sites. Gisele in Florence had met this artist who knew of this great artist who studied under Dali http://www.bonifazimarco.it/
One night we were invited to meet him. This amazing artist actually had understudies, like the great masters. His flat was mind boggling, ancient cherubs hanging from the cieling and it was featured in a interior design book about Florentian Homes. That you can pick up at Borders.
While we were visiting this amazing music was playing. I asked what it was and they all said it was Buddha Bar. And I could get it off the street for a couple dollars. Ah.... Buddha Bar came into my life and my art.
My muzak has become part of my process of creating art. I play it constantly with the kids that I teach. For me it takes me and those creating to deeper levels
When taking Jeremy Morgan's painting class, I brought my music in and that became our affinity. This is the music Jeremy listens to while he is creating.
The music of Buddha Bar and World Music. I had my students thank me the other day for letting them listen to ballet music... that was calming and soothing.

Thank you, a great memory has been restored.

PORTALS REVIEW

Caol’Ait
Lisa Rasmussen
11/7/08

Lisa poured out The Thin Places for all to see. And in her hand the bending spree, in wistful, flowing, calming traumic interface, the witness be. Thinness of distinction. Thinness of discrepancy. The space between, the space unseen, the space where the twilight and the knowing sheen, find in each other the harmonic mean.

Spices emanating upward from the nestled mandala-savory-space, lubricating the nostrils with memories chased from deeper places sight unseen. Light and scent (!), we enter the scene, diving in towards the hidden seam. Paintings cast in measured care, with wildness constrained by just the bare mounts in the frames ringing evenly the room, holding in each a lingering tune, of the place where spirit and thisness meet.

A lozenge for the eyes and mind. Symmetries nestled in fun-filled calling mysteries bind. Pneuma. Anasazi. Darknesses, incomplete, faint, whistling memories that you barely taste again. The deeper reaches of the mind, trickling away in kind. Lingering whispers haunting so, bartered through the colors claimed in Ka and Bardo, the journey from each piece to another bringing with it a glancing blow. A living, feeling, beautiful, explosion inward away from the evening glow.

Linearity in Lil, shocking still, organized and regal. Containment stressed on that thinness undressed thoroughly saturating the acrylic finesse of boundary and order on yet another sinking beckoning regress. Moving me back and out and around, to touch and caress, the space, the place, my girl’s soft press. The art, for me, is a seeping, see, from hand and thought outward, and in to me. The expressions from you are a simple plea, for a return, a dance, some part of me.

Art that inspires, art that plants a seed, art that pushes and bleeds.


-Cameron Thrash, 11/25/08

SELF POTRAITS

Collaboration--Ups and Downs

Currently, I am working on two collaborations. The first called Art is Moving with Lauren Usher, our vision is to create dialogue in the art world. This so far has been a great success. Lauren and I work at the same speed and put equal energies into it. We have created over 20 videos and over 100 posts on our Blog. This collaboration is great as it is growing we are opening a gallery, and will be doing workshops very soon. I feel satisfied with in terms of a creative relationship being cultivated.
"CLICK HERE" to check out art is moving.

The other Collaboration is the at the Red Door Gallery and Collective. This is a baby project with such potential. The challenge is there are twelve individuals in this project and only half of them show up on a regular basis in terms of communication and being part of the dialogue. It might be less than that. Today after the meeting I felt disappointed and deflated,
We have so much to do as we are opening on September 5th....

"CLICK HERE" to check out the red door


Here is some insights on a healthy collaboration has
very strong communication
each member participates equally
all members show up or communicate that they cannot
through communication each member becomes inspired to propel the vision into reality....

I would love to hear other peoples ideas on artistic collaboration? it is a very challenging mode of art. Any one have some good recipes?

What happens when the lights go out?

We had a black out last night, at first there was a sense of crisis. I am like, what is going on. No Internet. What to do. I must admit I am a blogger (an awkward one, as I consistently miss-leave out words when I write.). Still I am kind of obsessed with the whole thing.
I used my cell phone for my light source and I found some candles. As I was lighting them, I felt that this is the way we are suppose to live in natural light. Candle light sparks my creativity. Maybe this is instinctive. The light of fire, not artificial light spawns creativity. I love the ambiance, the aesthetic, and the mood of candles that stirs up many memories. This experience also stirred up my strange relationship with technology and how it consumes me. The lights went out so I could sit in the dark and remember my connection to the source. Strange how we use same words like power, source, light for technology, creativity, and spirituality.
When the power came back on I decided to turn them off all the lights and revel in my quite evening without technology.I enjoyed not having electricity the web was broken for a bit.
Balance is the key.

-Lisa

Response to Art is Magic

I had to post this comment of Vikrams words, he posted this on my Blog on Saturday. His words are so poetic and ring of Rumi. The web of connection. When I read this I was inspired that I am on the right path. I am so happy to connect with a fellow mystic. Namaste

phoenix said...
Hello Lisa

if I can have your ...a few minutes
Not more than I felt shall I'll express
To express self to selves; I carry the only fear
Of failure, of conflict; Of the lack of divinity
In my eyes, in words; in my visible self

Holding on to 'mysticism', I landed on your land
To find the right themes burnt in bright games
Not surprised I am to find a wandering soul
Wrapped in blue, red,pink brushes; living in the green abode

Burning with a desire to wish you a hello
Believing in words to hear, some skins to tear
I beg you to share your light of a Being
Who seems to be on the path I tend to begin

Why I'll write to you,perhaps, is mysteriously unknown
Like when mirage turns for a thirsty to an ocean of love

Only if the social fabric and the unsure strings be broken or redefined, I'd be much more of myself.
I'm a 23 yr old bachelor graduated (engineering) from the premier institute of India. I'm earning now and I am thoughtful. I am a believer, a traveller who believes in a purposeful living. And thus, extraordinarily attracted, in a dress of desperation, to anything which seems to associate itself with Truth. Though the inner waves have not yet manifested to my exterior domain to the extent I would have liked, a certain chain of events are accelerating its burst.

Your blog (description, about me) had enough life to grant me the breath to explode myself here. Thank you :)


Not a way is what I see here
But the 'light of bright passion' painted in colours

Vikram
PS: Animism is a faith which yields a reason to live