Showing posts with label visual art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label visual art. Show all posts



I go to gallery openings the way some people go to the movies. The fact that I have the opportunity to see some of the freshest, most interesting, and beautiful art objects and ideas – several times a month is a true luxury and pleasure of living in a vibrant metropolitan city.

I’ve gone to 10-12 art openings a month for the last two years in Dallas. Sometimes the opening is at a person’s home, sometimes via a nonprofit, sometimes in Deep Ellum or Expo Park, other times in the Design District. However, what most gallery openings, especially those in the Design District, have in common is that I will see no one who looks like me.

Namely, sometimes I am by far the youngest person in attendance (although with a recent 25th birthday that will soon no longer be the case). Often I am by far the blackest person in attendance (although occasionally there are some other friendly brown faces I run into). Almost always I am the only young black male for miles and miles around.

I don’t necessarily have a problem with this. An art gallery is not a non-profit. It is a business who has a defined market and limited resources. As such there is no obligation for an art gallery to “serve the community”. However, this raises a very important question: Who Is Art For?

Contemporary art is often for rich people. In the past art was for the church, nobility, the Dutch merchant class, and now anyone who can afford the art. However, unlike music with the vinyl turn tape turn cd turn mp3 (turn free?) for the most part art never figured out how to become small, cheap, and easily replicable. So, it has stayed elite. In fact, even more so than wine, there is a certain amount of knowledge that is necessary to appreciate a lot of contemporary art, or even know what is going on. This is one reason sports are more popular than contemporary art – I might not know the rules but I can see people in different colored jerseys and someone can tell me the score.

The score in visual art is much less intuitive but there is a score – contemporary art is competitive. First there is the simple question of how many galleries can be supported by a finite collector base. Then there is which artists those galleries choose to exhibit in the finite amount of shows they can have per year. Then there are the competing ideas about what art should be (which often includes an answer to who is art for) and what art matters. Curators, critics, collectors, gallery directors, auction houses, schools, and museums all have their say – they all pick winners and losers.

And there are people who believe that art should exist outside of all of these factors – and that is but another competing idea.

I want the art I show to be for anyone with a sense of upward mobility. In the words of Dave Hickey, I believe art is for those who still have hopes of moving from food service to cocktail. The art that most excites me right now utilizes new technologies, incorporates modern ideas, but roots them back into a physical object or an image that is startling and beautiful. I think any media is capable of this – but artists working in mixed media, installations, new media, and event/performance art tend to be arriving at more interesting solutions for the age-old questions of how best to express our hopes, desires, feelings, spirituality, and reality.

1111 Gallery will do additional programming outside of the normal coordinated Design District walks that will focus on getting a younger market to not just look at the art, but to become art patrons. Because although I don’t believe it is an art galleries purpose to serve a community – I do believe that galleries work best when they can create a community.

And that is the beautiful thing about creating a community – you can do it, and you can do it now. Although 1111 won’t necessarily be a revolution or art by democracy – we will be intentional about creating an environment that is appealing to a wide breadth of intellectually curious individuals. And we will also be intentional on figuring out how a wider range of people can financially have a stake in this game we call contemporary art.

Why You? Because there is no one better. Why Now? Because tomorrow isn’t good enough.

I hope you join us on our journey.

There are certain works of art that everyone is expected to marvel over. We are introduced to them from a young age, and they are so famous that they’ve become integrated into American pop culture, parodied even by children’s cartoon television programs before the target audience can understand the references. By the time we may get around to experiencing these works of art in person, we’ve already grown tired of them.I find it very difficult to love something when I’m told that I basically have to or else I cannot be considered an intelligent, art-respecting member of our cultured society.

For this reason, I deplore hype. I try to see movies opening weekend when I can, because, for example, after weeks of people telling me I would definitely LOVE Inception, I really didn’t like it much at all. Art is truly best when it’s discovered on your own; I enjoy that feeling of smug superiority about my excellent tastes when I seek out some truly talented unknown band without some radio station telling me it’s good. When this happens, I find I get to experience the art more intimately. Hey, Hunger Games, remember how I read you months before everyone else did? I really felt like we had a connection. Pop culture will never take that away from us.

The following is a list, in no particular order, of famous, highly lauded works of art that I just don’t think are that spectacular. On a purely logical level, yes, I can understand the artistic merit of all of them. But because I was force-fed them, I found them rather distasteful. I’m sure you will probably vehemently disagree with me about one or all of my selections, and I welcome any explanations by individuals who found the following items to be moving or inspirational; obviously they all earned their broad acclaim somehow. But, personally, I just don’t see the “wow.”


The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald (1925): Yes, I read this in high school, like every other teenager in America. But unlike ubiquitous required reading such as Catcher In the Rye or To Kill a Mockingbird, I still can’t understand what sets this book apart. And this is coming from a girl who used to read a book a day over summer vacations while growing up (I was very much a nerd). I love literature, but I don’t love Gatsby or Nick or Daisy or the plot or the setting. What is so special about the West Egg vs. the East Egg? Is this something I don’t understand because I grew up in the middle of the desert in the southwest U.S.? All I took away from this book was that there were a lot of parties, Nick has a vague gay sexual encounter (scandalous!), and there’s a giant symbol in the form of an opthamologist’s billboard. GOD IS WATCHING US. Okay, I get it. Also, the upper class is corrupt. Well, duh.


Mona Lisa by Leonardo da Vinci (16th century): So it’s a painting of a woman who’s smiling but not really. And in reality it’s really very small even though it always is made out to be rather large. And obviously da Vinci was brilliant. But why has this particular painting become an almost farcical icon of visual art? It’s the most famous painting in the world. It has served as the inspiration of some pretty bad modern artistic offerings (The Da Vinci Code, Mona Lisa Smile…) and has been parodied ad naseaum. What is the source of our fascination with this thing?


Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller (1949): This particular play has crossed my academic path not one, not twice, but THREE different times in my educational years. So it’s got to be exceptional, right? Well, so say my professors, though I beg to disagree. Miller tells the tale of a poor ordinary man, Willy Loman, who experiences a tragic downfall despite his delusion that he is made of the stuff of greatness. Loman is supposed to represent the Everyman, but I can’t stand him. He’s stupid. He’s a terrible father to Biff. He cheats on his wife. So who cares if he suffers? Yes, that’s the point; but really, I’m over this play. Thank God I’m not in school anymore. Also, can anyone really read this thing without picturing Miller having sex with Marilyn Monroe? Horrifying image, that is.


Gone with the Wind, directed by Victor Fleming (1939): I saw this movie a couple of years ago at the insistence of my college roommate, who claimed it was her favorite movie of all time (and, of course, I had long felt like a horrible film student for having never seen it). I hated it. I couldn’t get past the racism. Or the length. Or the absolutely deplorable protagonist, Miss Scarlett O’Hara. Has there ever been a leading lady quite so whiney and selfish? And sorry, Clark Gable, but your mustache gives me the creeps. I don’t find you attractive in the slightest and I don’t know why The Postal Service felt like you deserved your own song. At least he gets to deliver the most satisfying line in the film history: “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.” That’s right, Scarlett – go home to Tara and get out of my sight.


Little Women by Louisa May Alcott (1868): I have tried to read this book at least five different times throughout my life. It sits on my bookshelf at home quite patiently, its spine still intact, its pages still un-crinkled. But every time I start to read it, I get bored to death. I will admit that I am coming from an incredibly biased position: since my name is Amy, I tend to hold this title in very high regard. The fact that Amy is a spoiled brat always irks me. Why can’t she be more like Jo? This book goes on an on and really all that I remember is that the girls are poor but then they grow up and a lot of them die.


Casablanca, directed by Michael Curtiz (1942): This film is largely regarded as one of the greatest love stories of all time. I’m sorry, WHAT? These two people had a love affair that is supposedly of unspeakable proportions in Paris, but we don’t see any of it! This movie isn’t a love story! It doesn’t end up with Rick and Ilsa getting together, it ends with him forcing her on a plane. All this movie is about is their separation, their resignation at the fact that they’ll never be together. Depressing. But the fact that it ends with the focus on Rick's friendship with Louis Renault indicates clearly to me that this is not a love story. Please, can we stop labeling it that? I don’t care how romantic “As Time Goes By” may be. Rick’s a jerk and Ilsa’s too pretty for him anyway.


Citizen Kane, directed by Orson Welles (1941): I’m not even going to discuss this one. Film school, you have ruined me.

Spooky forestChewing Gum Art

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Two of my closest friends are modern art haters, they "just don't like it", opting for more classical and ancient art styles while remaining unappreciative of contemporary works. I have separate appreciations for both, I love the majesty of classic art and the fresh exciting and unconventional ways that modern artists push the envelope. There are so many mediums available today such as a/v and certain establishments in science that have completely changed the art game, and in a time where everyone thinks they can become an artist (thanks to blogs, social media, photoshop etc.) we need to regroup and reinvent now more than ever. Modern art does the unthinkable, not many individuals can morph woman into alien insect, make every human being on earth share one skin color, and redefine film making.




Ben at Muswell Hill roundabout
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From global artists to neighborhood innovators, every meaningful work counts and London based artist Ben Wilson has re-purposed a substantially unconventional canvas to send his messages to a broad scope of viewers.

 His medium? Paint and dried chewing gum stuck to pavement.

Wilson began working with chewing gum paintings in 1998 and in 2004 they became his primary project. There are currently over 10,000 of Wilson's works in the UK extending across all countries in Europe. Each message tells a story, whether it be a current event, life lesson, death of a loved one, or a tale of British culture. Taking up to 10 hours to create, Wilson torches the gum, applies lacquer to harden its surface and begins painting his miniature works using acrylics.






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"Zinnia"
Last week I sat down for an interview with Chicago/Dallas based visual artist Alfredo Salazar-Caro. I initially became intrigued with his work after viewing his blog and a video of his interactive piece "Sensory Deprivation Suit". I never thought I would find an artist who's collections are so in tune with some of the biggest cultural phenomena of my generation, after discovering the inspiration of Alfredo's work and the message he conveys to society, I was sure I had found my artistic soul mate. A true Art Star.






Mexico City
Art Star: Do you practice meditation? Religion?
Alfredo Salazar: I meditate. I try to do it every day; I think it's important especially living in a place like Chicago, but I am not religious at all. I believe that morality can be achieved without divinity or organized religion.
Art Star: So you draw your inspiration from your environment and meditation...any major experiences in life? Life changing?
Alfredo Salazar: I'd say that my work streams from my experiences in society mostly. I grew up in Mexico City which is very different from America, Dallas or Chicago. So a lot of my work from last year was about my experiences in Dallas as a foreigner...Home is a very interesting place for me. Mexico City is like a beautiful woman that is clutching a knife behind her back, you have to approach it very carefully to truly enjoy it. It's a very stressful place, there is always movement...I love it, even if I know it may shorten my life expectancy to live in the city, I always need that place.

 The colors in [Mexico City] are bright...pinks, yellows, greens. The food is amazing, the streets always smell like food or smog...whatever. My favorite part is the culture, there is a place I used to love to go to called Plaza De Las Tres Culturas. It's this spot in Mexico City where you can see a pyramid, next to a colonial church, next to a modern building and it really showcases that richness of the culture. I'd say that all my work ultimately has a base on culture. 


 Pop Art                                         
Stormalong Album Cover
Art Star:  Tell me about the album cover you just did.
Alfredo Salazar: Well this cover is for my buddies solo project, Stormalong, he is from dallas. He's got this surf/tribal/tropical style.
Art Star: So did you draw some inspiration from his music or just his personality?
Alfredo Salazar: Well, I definitely drew inspiration from his music, it really makes me want to go out and sail around. Also, the name stormalong comes from the show flapjack. It's a show about this kid that wants to be an adventuring pirate, Captain Knuckles.
Art Star: Do you work from both ends of the spectrum, creating from more modern culture art or experimenting with heavier elements?
Alfredo Salazar: Yeah, I like pop because it's easy, and it's immortal. Pop will never die. No matter how far we go in the future, culture will continue and hence pop will continue. It's also an escape from the more cerebral work that I do. I put a ton of thought into my main body of work and it can get exhausting, so I vent by making silly album covers, prints, and street art.



100% Machine Separated from Alfredo Salazar-Caro on Vimeo.


As Fake as it gets
Art Star: You also make models of processed food.
Alfredo Salazar: They are casts actually, Big Macs.
Art Star: What message are you trying to send to the people about what we ingest?
Alfredo Salazar: Well, to say that processed is bad for you is kind of an overstatement, so I wanted to take it a step further…silicone hamburgers. It's as fake as it gets.
Alfredo Salazar: It's really about superficiality, when we eat at McDonalds the experience is extremely superficial there is no intimate relationship with our food anymore, you just get in line, get your food, eat your food, and walk out. The patties have been frozen for months, packed with chemicals and stuff, and we don't even think about it.
Art Star: So do you try to stay away from stuff like this? Processed foods, Jersey Shore, things that basically microwave deep experiences?
Alfredo Salazar: Absolutley, I hate the Jersey Shore, I don't understand how people can find that entertaining, I'm also a vegetarian so no burgers for me. No burgers and No Snookies.




The Shock Doctrine
Alfredo Salazar: The Sensory Depravation Suit was more rooted in my interest for psychology
Art Star: Have you worn the suit yourself?
Alfredo Salazar: Never actually, wouldn't want to go through that.
Art Star: Why? Are you afraid of the experience?
Alfredo Salazar: Not afraid, I just prefer the observer role for this kind of work, it's really an extremely experimental piece for me in a very literal sense.
Art Star: What are the typical reactions made after wearing it?
Alfredo Salazar: It's very constrictive; the way it works is that your touch becomes translated into sound which in turn substitutes your vision, so it's a very frustrating experience…from what I’ve heard. The suit is also padded, so it's dark and warm and there is no way of unzipping it from within, so once you are in, you are in.
Art Star: That's deep, were there any particular psychological studies you turned to, experiences or stories that prompted you to create this suit?
Alfredo Salazar: yes, I've always been interested in 'mind altering' experiences so I focused on the study of perception for about a year and then about 3 months ago I came across a book called The Shock Doctrine. It talks about the experiments that the CIA conducted [still conducts] during the 60's and 70's to try to erase a person's mind. Sensory deprivation chambers were used, the idea is that after a period of 72 hours of sleep/sensory deprivation, the subject experiences vivid hallucinations. At this point the experimenter would be able to introduce thoughts that would become embedded in the subjects mind, some inception shit.



Sensory Depravation/ Synesthesia Suit 1 from Alfredo Salazar-Caro on Vimeo.







Future Projects
Art Star: What projects are you working on now? Any artists you admire that you'd like to work with? Any mediums you'd like to experiment with in the future?
Alfredo Salazar: I'm working with my friend David Cox ( a grad student at SAIC) on a little project about white trash, it's going to be a robotic kiddie pool basically. He grew up in Kansas; I lived in Dallas so venting about the south's trash culture was bound to happen. The pool will be mounted on a robotic base and it will react to people's presence in the gallery, you'll see it later this year.
Alfredo Salazar: I admire…Olafur Elliason who offers a residency program in Berlin, I'm going to apply to it after school, and also Luis Gispert. Luis Gispert is a guy that I'm keeping track of right now; he's based out of NY. I met him earlier last year and I might be working for him this summer.


 See it for yourself
Art Star: Where are you showing right now? Where can we find you and your past collections?
Alfredo Salazar: I have a couple of shows lined up here in Chicago, one at a gallery called Cat Cave and one at Happy Dog…that will be later this year, march-april. I have some stuff at Maxwell-Collette gallery here in Chicago also, some burgers, I showed them alongside Banksy's and Shepard Fairey. It was rad.
My collections are mostly in Dallas, there's a piece of mine at Brookhaven College and there is a piece on Commerce street at a town home across from 500X.

To learn more about Alfredo Salazar and view his entire body of work visit his website and his blog.








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" Proposal for Certain Principles of Light and Shapes Between Forms (2009)

A small prismatic rainbow, about 80 feet wide and 30 feet tall arching over my studio building in Richmond, Virginia, USA made using sunlight and water supplied by a series of pumps, hoses and nozzles.  The rainbow used 80 gallons on water recaptured and continuously re-circulated by way of the buildings water/gutter system." 






Virginia based artist and professor Michael Jones Mckean  has created a machine that can produce rainbows up to two stories high. The contemporary mixed media scientist will be displaying his labor of 8 years with an installation at the Bemis Center for Contemporary Arts that will beam two rainbows a day from the roof of the center in 15 minute periods.
 
The art vs. science debate is a pretty common one, I personally believe that science is an art, and scientists create works that transcend classical masterpieces while making innovations in modern technology. Contemporary art and science definitely intertwine in many ways. If anything, we can all agree that "Proposal for Certain Principles of Light and Shapes Between Forms" is absolutely beautiful, and green, the machine runs only on solar power and collected rain water.



Find this and  more cool gadgets here.

"Art is the stored honey of the human soul, gathered on wings of misery and travail."

                                                                                                                                       
       We come to beginnings only at the end.                                                                           William Throsby Bridges  

                                                                                                                        




“Everything has its beauty, 
                                        but not everyone sees it”
                                                             -Confucius 


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photography by Kendriana Bre'nay


“We wanted to get you the doll but the store sold out of the black ones.” 

I was well acquainted with “Christie” when I was a child; it was imperative to my mother for me to only own the “black Barbie” as opposed to her blond-haired blue-eyed counterpart. I always found this unfair because all of my dolls looked alike except for their separate outfits and respective functions, but my mother wanted my standards of beauty to be set by images that resembled both me and my culture, and although this may have not been the best method to do so, her intentions were in the right place.

Every female image I was surrounded by set forth a philosophy that was all but normal, classifying beauty by unrealistic standards concerning weight, height, skin color, and hair texture. Not only are women criticized by the physical attributes that we are born with, we are also forced to endure the lashing tongues of the prejudice within our own cultures.



For years I thought that these types of commercial propaganda only affected little black girls like me, but it was ignorant to think so. As I grew older and our society grew into the millennium the female image transformed: clothes became tighter and more revealing, hair straighter, heels higher and the popular skin color of preference became a frightening shade of Ritz cracker…tan but not "too" dark. With time I became introduced to women of different nationalities, ethnicities and cultures to find that not only were they under the same pressures that I had been dealing with my entire life, they were subject to the same unrealistic standards of beauty. Not to be confused, all of these women are gorgeous, but it was the ugly images in the media that made them feel insecure about all of the traits that make them uniquely beautiful. Scrutinized for anything from the size of their waist, feet and face; crease in their eyelids, arch in their nose, texture of their hair, and the shade of their skin tone down to the amount of skin they choose to reveal.

I remember an instance where I was sitting next to a group of Indian women who were interrupted by an American man who asked where they were from, and after receiving their  response he inquired further, “If ya’ll are from India, why are you so dark?” The key is not only his question but his tone when he said it, his temperament revealed that he had prejudices toward darker skin. This particular situation took me back to my first semester in college, where I watched a friend obsessively apply “all-natural skin lightener” to her face in the hopes of being seen as more attractive, never mind that she was already beautiful, she felt that by lightening her skin tone she would achieve the image she felt everyone else wanted her to have.

Barbie is merely plastic; sex symbols photoshopped and public figures airbrushed, but all of these fabrications shape our perceptions of others. We are setting standards of beauty by something that doesn’t naturally exist; furthermore, a woman’s worth is foolishly set by her attractiveness to the opposite sex. This comes from a time when a woman’s main purpose in life was to be married, so she was forced to spend every moment of her  youth preparing to be a wife and "suitable" prospect. These practices are still prevalent today but completely distorted, and with both sexes under similar pressures it’s hard to break away from them, but we must understand that they aren’t imposed by some unseen force, they are created and fostered by us.

What if a woman’s worth was determined by all that she is within before all that she appears to be based on opinion? What if she began to require the respect she deserves? What if, instead of being picked away by the eyes spectators she is judged by her actions, the words that leave her mouth, the character within her heart, and what she strives for throughout her life?


Its inspiring work like Brianna McCarthy’s that can bring us all back to reality.

Brianna McCarthy, based in Trinidad & Tobago creates art that exemplifies the beauty of diversity. Fueled by the people of the island in which she dwells she uses watercolors, graphite and paper to tell a story which at face value may convey an exaltation of outer beauty, but when examined deeper divulges the uniqueness of inner beauty. Imperfectly shaped eyes speak more for her characters than their words ever could, they evoke a sense of pride and confidence that every woman should have within herself and when interacting with other women. My favorite works are her collections of busts, despite their skin color and hair texture they tell a story that can relate to every woman; bound by a simple white backdrop, each figure declares their true worth, undetermined by fabricated images and the opinions of men.

To learn about Brianna McCarthy and discover more of her work visit Passion.Fruit.



“Aerodynamically, the bumble bee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn't know it so it goes on flying anyway.”

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Evening television has basically gone to hell.

       William-Adolphe Bouguereau - Dante And Virgil In Hell

It disturbs me to turn on the TV, and be forced into the same sad scene on each network: Two or more individuals screaming "fake bitch", flailing their arms against each other, proudly displaying negative behavior, all of this possibly topped off by something along the lines of a strategically coordinated nipple slip, while an audience watches, cheering at the entire debacle until commercial break. It's disheartening to know that scenes such as this are considered “entertainment” but what's more disturbing is to see traits of this behavior being emulated in real life.


Jersey Shore - "Reality" TV

We’ve all encountered and observed the praises of absurd actions.

I remember sitting with a few individuals who were dishing on the wild night they had recently experienced, hoping to get kudos from some of the others who were listening on standby in between facebook status updates. As a few of them began to delve deeper into the details of their night it became apparent that they believed it was hilariously attractive to get drunk and flop over inanimate objects, only to awake the next day and sloppily have no recollection of the occurrences from the night before. A couple of them were even bold enough to take to the streets while intoxicated, blaring some pop song from the speakers of their car, failing to think twice about how they may be endangering the lives of those around them by driving drunk.


Or real life scenarios that seem to be drawn from the scripts of shows like Gossip Girl, a program where young adults put on an elaborate display of rumor, jealousy, and betrayal, all wrapped up in a bow fashioned out of a shitload of pretend money and the social life that appears to be everyone's dream. There isn't anything wrong with a good tv drama, but  there used to be a time when you could say that such shows were merely fictitious, failing to resemble reality in the least bit, but in a society that adheres to no sense of privacy, it's plasticized shows like Gossip Girl and the ever growing parasite known as reality television that has lead to never-ending pageantry. Theatrics that leave nothing as a mystery, and it seems as if everyone is working aimlessly to impress each other and secure their ostentatious appearances.


Gossip Girl

 Although this quote left William Shakespeare's pen almost 400 years ago his words ring truer than ever:
“All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts…”

                    Time never changes, people do.

We live in a society where it's not only good to be bad but “villains” are often rewarded for their mistakes.

Goku and his son Gohan

In the world of the Dragon Ball good always prevails over evil, and nice guys finish first, but not for a lack of challenges.Its shows like Dragon Ball Z that have become out of the ordinary.Although DBZ is animation it promotes a sense of truth and loyalty amidst battles between good and evil. I've never been one of those A-Con type fanatics, but I grew up watching Dragon Ball-Z on Toonami and the raw action filled plot in its early sagas never failed to deliver a level of integrity and sportsmanship that is no longer portrayed in many popular scripted and unscripted series.My friends always think it's weird that I compare an animated show to real life, but the fight for honesty in a universe preoccupied with self interest reminds me all too much of the world we live in today.

Goku doesn't give up when facing a challenge

In the Vegeta Saga, Saiyans are the baddest fighters in the universe known for their merciless bestiality, inflated egos and the ability to become twice as strong after surviving defeat. This warrior race is equipped for pure destruction and in The Vegeta Saga, Super Saiyan Vegeta (one of the last known survivors of the Saiyan race) and his small squad of stereotypical jocks tear through multiple galaxies taking down every planet within the Z-sphere in order to claim titles as rulers of the universe.

Vegeta

Goku
Remaining undefeated until they reach the Milky Way and stumble upon planet earth they are introduced to a force of heroes willing to do anything it takes to preserve what good is left in the galaxy. The Earth defenders are the underdogs, they aren't the strongest, but they are led by a Saiyan named Goku, and backed up by his  halfbreed son Gohan and Piccolo, a lost survivor from planet Namek.

Picollo!

Piccolo was always one of my favorite characters. The evil half of the greatest  living good in the Universe (Kami), Piccolo struggles with his desires to engage in evil in order to connect with the spirit of his better half . Kami possesses the ability to create Dragon Balls, a key to any individual’s second chance in the universe, a chance to try again and make things right despite the past.

Goku protecting Gohan from evil Saiyan fighters

Dragon Ball Z- The Vegeta Saga is an allegory of the victories and challenges that one may face in their journey on earth.Discovering who you are as an individual while learning to embrace and modify circumstances of your environment in an effort towards greater good. Each episode never failed to leave me hanging on suspense, entranced by a theme which ensures that good always supersedes evil. No matter how discouraged, weak, and torn the Earth Defenders may have ended up in battle, despite how bleak their chances of taking down Vegeta became, they continued to strive for their values, and the passions in their hearts combined with the courage to stand up for others.

Goku catching up on some rest while in heaven
I've had my fair share of shame, but I believe as humans part of our purpose on earth is to learn from our faults and work towards good when we are forced to choose between positive and negative (no matter how small the feat). We’ve all made mistakes in life, but with each second we are given the chance to rewrite the script. When Goku died, he came back even stronger than before, he was a better fighter, and even ended up joining forces with Vegeta in the fight against evil (well, after he kicked his ass of course)!



"A person who is too nice an observer of the business of the crowd, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity."


So, I decided to return to blogging, because, lets face it, you missed me.

And my life has gotten even more awesome.

And there are still so many stories that haven't been told.

And I am still a little lost, and a little confused, and pretty glamorous.

Speaking of glamorous - if there is one local musician from Dallas that you should know it is Chanise Condren.

I tried to get her to use the title of this post for her first blog post, but she says she doesn't deserve it.

When I told her I would use it for my return to the blogosphere her reply was:

"Go on right ahead.
Use it.
Love it.
Take advantage of it.
Whatever you want."

Which is really a metaphor for where I am in life right now, or something like that.

She also listens to great music like this:



In other news, met with the ladies behind the Dallas arts collective, Studio 109.

Amongst other things we talked about how important story is in art.

If you are not a 20 something, and you have no art degrees, how do you break into the fine-art world?

Or perhaps more importantly what is the purpose of the fine-art world?

Can one look at the gallery, museum, art school super complex as merely exisiting to convey "story" to different artists?

When I was making visual art for real, I would get gallery owners excited about my work just on the strength of my story - a young artist, who had the right scholarship with the right name, who had gotten the right grant, who had showed in the right places, who was taught by the right person, whose work sounded interesting.

Now, I think my work is decent but certainly I know other artists my age who are just as talented and some whose work I think is better, and I definitely know artists whose work I think is worse, but so much of commercial success in art has to do with story not work.

People connect with people based on story. Who we think someone is. Who we think they represent. And galleries, museums, art critics, schools all serve as cultural markers that help us construct a story for a person.

However, if this is true - then it suggests that there might be other ways to construct stories. Other markers that could gain significance, that could replace the traditional cultural constructs, and create a new meaning that might be just as valid and most importantly just as commercially successful.

If you are an artist reading this, think about what your story is?

How is that story created?

And most importantly what could that story be?

Then maybe you will end up like the guy pictured above.


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