CAF CAF CAF SOMEONE GET ME A LOZENGE!

I had to look up how to spell "lozenge."


So I went to Kip's talk at the Contemporary Arts Forum for a host of reasons (Extra credit, interest, needed an art thing for that week, etc etc etc.) and I am most satisfied with what I got out of it.

Three things really.

First, I was bombarded with a large amount of cultural introspection.

In that, I heard a large number of things that I am peripherally aware of, but had not had the chance to familiarize myself with.

I got more detail into the workings of the Hapa project (had heard about this twice previously), I got to hear three of his spoken word pieces again (The job application, the HIYAAAA; learn how to abuse your asian background advertisement, and one other that the name escapes me at the moment), and I got to boggle at his cometary about the Asian kungfu stereotype/motif that seems prevalent in a large segment of American movie culture (I also fucking love Enter the Dragon.)

Second, I sat next to the most strikingly beautiful woman I have seen in a long time. I have no idea what her name is/was and I am saddened that I will probably never see her again. I can only hope that whatever machinations of fate that placed her in that time at that place, will do so again. She wore a particularly shear skirt, I could tell she was nervous about it. I wanted to be able to help her.

Huh. Kind of strange. I normally don't give two shits about the romantic/human relationship side of things. Due to being abraised in that subject of my life. For various reasons.

Well miss green shirt/shear white skirt, I can say that I wish I had spoken to you and I can only hope I meet you again. Something in your demeanor makes me think you feel the same.

Thirdly, if that is a word (oh good the red lines aren't popping up, I guess it is a word), I got out of my fucking dorm room and had the opportunity to look around downtown.

I really am a bit of a shut-in and I need to go do more things. This helped me do that. I really could flourish in the bombastic small city environment, and this helped to boost my confidence to do so.

I just need to acquire the right sense of movement to do so. I sort of have it at the moment, but it will take some work.

I notice that few people have that sense, but those who do are the people who become like Kip. Charismatic beacons of light in a dark and murky social telephonic veil.
Santa Barbara really is a crazy place.

Had a lot of fun there. Hope to have some more soon.

Off to the summer I go.


And that's it.

Show me ya moves!

Sorry Des. This is gonna suck a leetle.


So let's talk about my extra credit earning adventures!

Mainly, filming my TA's sparring bout.

That she, uh, unfortunately lost.

But talking about loosing is boring, so I'll just deal with two things.

Things that went right.
And the best bits from which ta learn!


She went the entire three rounds. Very good. I could feel the energy coming from the ring as (specifically during the second round) Des took some strikes that would have dropped less determined fighters. There was a specific cross counter roughly a minute and a half in that sent her noggin reelin' a good foot, but she kept her hands up and kept trying to move forward.

With the slight break between rounds 2 & 3 she managed to muster enough of her reserves to put out a much better fight in the third round, actually keeping her opponent on the defensive.

Video!:



Pow.


Let's move to round two.


And that's it.

Yarn.

I visited another snow at the CCS gallery.

Named ------- by -------. (To be filled in after I contact mah friend. Who did the damn show. Those were good chips...)

And it was all abuzz. But to bee in the moment, and ins(p)ect the sweet honey of the...

Okay I'll stop.

Wait no I won't.

They seem more "cute" then "horrible painful buzzing flying death" when they are like that.

But yeah, the yarn arrangements at the show were meant to be walked through and played with.

As the puns indicate, they reminded me of bees.

Little yellow buzzing receptacles of fuzzy entanglement.


Almost got a little too tangled up in a few of them. But I extricated myself in time.

Really helped to visualize the movement of unseen forces. Literally(for the wind that acted on the yarn) and figuratively(with the bee metaphor, and the invisible communicative forces that move real bees).


And that's it.

Charlotte.

This doesn't have anything to do with the art exhibit I visited.

I just thought the ambiance would be nice.

While you are reading my words that I am typing.

Or have typed. In the past.

And you are reading them in the future.

Hello future! Greetings from the distant (sorta) past!






Moving on...

I went to the "Webs of Hands" exhibit.

Which is and was and will be the work of Mallory Watje.


Down at the CCS gallery.


Fucking print extravaganza right there.
I think, I could be wrong here but I do not believe that I am, that the web of hands title references the intricate and entangled web that the trail of hands would make if you were to record the handwork that goes into creating numerous numerous prints. Think, time lapse of the creation of all the exhibited work, overlapped onto itself.

That is the web.

And it's quite evocative of what the printmaking art is.


I think I have done printmaking once. And it was bloody labor intensive. The repeated ink applications remind me of the repeated electrical signals used to create the image on a television screen. Which is what I think the TV's in dresses pay homage to.

Allusions to trance like states of being, with which you get work done. In this particular inky winky art.


Or, at least, that is what I am attempting to intemperate these details as.


I could be wrong, but no one gives two fucks about what I spot off anyways.


Or do you?

I am ambivalent.


I just like having fun talking.

Or typing, as it were.


And that's it.

P.S. More music:

Bummier/Yrainsickly

The dark room was...




Let's say I agreed.

I'll go with that, yeah.


I remember seeing the DEAD cabinet in production.

I liked the one-way-mirror/mirror trick.

The glowing blue bottles in the cabinet were surreal. And not just the kind of surreal tossed around because that is the correct adjective. I felt hazy being in that room, and they were hazed right along with it.

The incense helped, but I wish it had been alight as I had entered the first time.


I did not even expect to hear Jae singing. That was good stuff though.

Sincerity, is all I can really feel though.

And that is... really really nice to see these days.

Sigh. Fuckin' hopefull.

It was nice. And, while that is a really shitty thing to say (as it doesn't say anything) it is the best I can do, because that just felt really good to be a part of. I've heard her introduction thrice now, and this helps solidify the meaning behind her works.

To me anyways.


There were some strong perfumes in that gallery (shit tons of people).

I like how the grass room helped me to breathe. I want to find that shape on campus.


And that's it.

Hibits.

So I went to see the current art exhibit in the CCS gallery.

And uh, it wasn't exactly open.

As in the front door was locked.


Conveniently, the back door was not.

It is a good thing I am not some sort of vandal.







Anyways, about the works.

This show was by Anne Louise Cole.

And exhibition of her work, entitled, "Face to face: An exhibition of Painting and Sculpture."

Gotta say, I liked the decision to put a line drawing on the front door.

On the inside of the glass.

It is a great drawing (varied line quality, strong composition, all those bloody buzz words) and helps to draw in passers by. Something that a gallery show would find quite advantageous.

This girl is bloody skillful.

She is that girl that sits in front of you in a life drawing class, that you watch (with growing despair) draw the human form to an extent that makes you cringe to look at your own work.

But that is a good thing in its own right.

Because that motivates you to work as hard as she does.

To improve your skills.

Damn Anne.

You got mad skills.

Yo.


But yeah it's a good show. It's up for three more days so go and see it.

And learn something.


and that's it.

Okay now this tome fo' reals.

ART ART ART ART ART

So I went to the Art Exhibit in the Multicultural center of the SRB.

The title is "Bridgeing Through the Arts: Transracial Community Building" and I gotta say.

It was pretty neat.

But I would like to focus on three paintings preceding it.

Specifically, the three that guard the northern wall of the open portion of the SRB.

These paintings, which you cannot avoid seeing as you go into the main area of the hall, depict the nude human form. The leftmost image views a human from the back, cut off at the upper leg. The rightmost image views a woman's head and torso, cut off below the breast. The center image views a slightly abstracted closeup of a neckline.

They all have a particular motif of en extremely large variety of hues used instead of traditional skin tones. The tones used add up to the classification I would call a

Minus the "Reading" bit.

The color scheme leaves you with a sense that, not only are racial interrelations being payed attention to, but that the interactions and inclusiveness of race based community works also have important and highly interesting merit.

The beauty in the form and composition of the paintings mirrors the beauty in the concept of transracial community building.

Or at least that is what I read into it as.

It is through that, that these paintings set the mood of the art exhibit, and the mood of the Multicultural center as a whole.