Saturday

.. fragments .


Thought for the day .. 
{after watching an old interview with David Bowie}
Think in
.. Fragments .
{above}

'Angst vor der Angst', Rainer Werner Fassbinder, 1975.


Monday

..Sites and sounds .. and I finished my new website .

.. I have been working on this one since January . 
And it's finished !
It has some of my art , installation 
and production design on it .
I think it looks pretty good . 
{click on images for my site and secret sounds
of what I'm listening to}





Tuesday

It's not night time but it's dark


.. A dark and still 3:33am check in ..
Heard a noise outside ..
Fugu got up to patrol the backyard . Just a raccoon . It's quiet outside but I can hear the sprinklers go on next door . The house is pitch black . I kicked a bag .


I can't get the melody of this song out of my head..
It kept playing even after I fell asleep and then was still playing
when I awoke.

...
{ illustrations by Harry Clarke from a 1923 
Tales of Mystery and Imagination by E.A. Poe }

I'm now sitting on the couch with Fugu next to me..
Reading about Places never to go Trick or Treating .. Ever !
I'll try to go back to sleep before it gets light.


shhh.. an exhibition by the sea ..

... shhhhh .. as she said secretly in a whisper ..

I'm in an exhibit up north by the sea ..

http://oblastprvodce.blogspot.com/



http://noellemaline.tumblr.com/

Sunday

.. thought for a day . Kurt Kranz .

A seascape of intrigued-ment..

1930's collage 
simply gorgeous
works by
Kurt Kranz

{my thoughts on compartmentalizing}
 { I am in love with these }
{read more about Kurt Kranz.. click on images}

Tuesday

Dear Mr. Lynch ..

 A very Happy Birthday to you ..



{David Lynch}


And also..
Thank you for for creating such splendid all
around wonderful things ! The sounds you have 
created, have been a soundtrack and in the background 
to so many variations of my life. Your artwork and 
array of films are inspiring over and over ..

{Jack Nance and David Lynch on the set of
Eraserhead}

I will never get tired of finding new
things, angles and the sparking of
different ideas from all of your work.



Saturday

an interview with Anna Karina



.. And how she came to France .


She once went three weeks without eating.



Wednesday

1972 french television interview with Nico in the background ..

The sky is overcast today.
I'm going to work on straightening up the 
living room a little.. so that when my friends
come over tomorrow
they will have warm places to sit.
I'll start on the sage, walnut and mushroom stuffing
later this evening... And then tomorrow the caramelized
brussel sprouts.  The house will smell so good.

Listening to Nico in the background.


an interview on french television with Nico ...


Monday

November... wondering daydream

.. sometimes I get lost 
and daydream off on another
track.. Lately ~
Iv'e been watching some wonderful
movies : The Seven-Per-Cent-Solution is
one that I highly recommend.
And watching Black Books over again.


And ~ Spent some time for my birthday with the
happy sea otters in Shell Beach.
There were zebra's and ostrich running
around in San Simeon. Llama and goats on the
hill sides in Big Sur.
Also~  I've been working on getting some
art exhibitions in places I might like
to travel to..
I would really love to go to
Argentina again..  and might stay there
perhaps. Somewhere in the back
of my mind.


For now
and to be cont...

october xylophones

It's October..
Iv'e been getting my costume together for a night of 
trick or treating on closed desolate streets late at night.

.. spending a lot of time, during the day, listening to
the sounds of xylophones.

And in the evenings..
 watching forgotten movies.





Modern Jazz Quartet plays Lonely Woman in 1962..

Wednesday

nico ~ the ice queen

 

In 1969 ~ Nico had progressed in looks from
a princess to a peasant. It had been a sluggish journey,
starting with hair tinged a pale strawberry to
please Jim Morrison, to the boots of Spanish
leather she continually wore, then working in from either 
end to effect a seamless mood of rustic grace. 
(She'd smell like a pig farmer sometimes,
she washed so little, grumbled Viva).
Nice was still obsessive about the effect of
her appearance, and when she spoke to
an American magazine in March 1969
she advised others to follow a simple rule:
'Simple means elegant, black means
dramatic, simple and black means elegant
and dramatic - this is a good foundation.
I have even tried perverse combinations,
such as black with brown leather which
I created in my own look.
because it was simple it worked,
and you see it everywhere now.'


'My solution is to underline my Russian-ness. I think
it makes me look as though I am from another world
or another time, which is quite true.'



{about creating The Marble Index)
John Cale was amazed by her preparation: 'She'd written
all the words down. They were clear on paper,
in that spidery gothic script of hers. But
I never saw a manuscript with a lot of 
corrections on it. I only saw - like, if she 
would be sitting down and writing 
something, I'd sneak a look (I think she
would have hated that, had she caught me),
and there was no crossing out. A lot of
thought, and awful lot of thought, had been
given to it before it went down on paper.
That's remarkable, when you think of her
working in an alien language.
And once it was down there, 
it wasn't changed.
She was very confident in her style.

{excerpts from The Life and Lies of an Icon}

Monday

Whispering through the other end.. Edith Piaf

Edith Piaf is playing through the speakers in the living room..
and bringing some far away inspiration into this Monday morning.


 And even though it is a holiday for some {labor day}..
For me feels as though there is a bit of work to be done.
From my angle.. Surrounding me are stacks of boxes and books. 
Barware and brushes. Lamps and wires. Mounds of textiles and
old magazines waiting to be searched through and cut out.

Let me bring you up to date.
The month of July was spent packing up the two year gallery installation 
at the fish factory. Day after day was spent wearing old dirty work 
coveralls. Moving, packing, sorting, lifting, driving, unloading...  
Then coming home and finding new bruises on different 
parts of my body.  On the last day of that month.. 
The musee was completely disassembled, the walls were bare and 
the keys were left on the counter as 
we said adieu.





For the month of August.. There were three well needed 
road trips.. A bit of catching up and relaxing with good friends ..
out where there was no service. 
Only mountains, trees and fresh air.


 Up to date...
The house and recently completed studio under the pepper tree..
which are now filled to the roof with art, books, 
frames and old furniture from the gallery... 
Need to be sorted through.
 Edith is assisting me { in the background }
with going through everything and deciding
what is really important and what can be used in the next 
installment of installations. 
The interior goal should be reached in no time.. Having it look like
 a refined yet cluttered Argentine/Parisian cafe/studio 
photograph taken out of an old moldy
decor book.





Wednesday

Star of the Cabaret Voltaire

Emmy Hemmings in Ascona, 1918 -


Because I am a seaman's child, stem from the sea, life itself is to me a journey over the sea,
and I never see the shores, as if the land, which I don't know yet and which awaits me, were
sleeping in peace. It might be my homeland or a strange land that I will love. I don't know.
Always it was the adventure which I did not seek and which befell me, and each journey was
called 'Call and Response.'
-Emmy Hennings in 'Ruf und Echo:Mein Leben mit Hugo Ball' 1953


...Hennings preferred to keep from history most of the creative work produced during her long career as a member of Munich and Zurich’s Avant-Garde inner circles, as it would unfortunately also reveal a long career as a morphine addict, prostitute, and hustler, who frequently promoted free-love, anarchy, and social revolution, and spent several stints in prison, at least once for forging passports for draft dodgers. 

[click on one of the images for more about emmy]


beatrix ost


Beatrix Ost was born in Germany at the start of World War II. But it was art, not conflict, that shaped the life of this practicing Tibetan Buddhist who is best known for her Edwardian outfits, dramatic personal style and joie de vivre.

Beatrix Ost is both a writer and artist. 

I find her fascinating 

and inspiring on so many levels



{stills from beatrix ost for stylelikeu - click above to watch}

Sunday

Colette and toby



this is colette and her little dog toby...




{yesterday it was new years eve and i fell in love a little black dog.
we did not bring him home because the time is not right.
i came home and told fugu that we will wait till next year to adopt a little
puppy brother or sister for him to play with...}