Sunday, March 28, 2010

Mr. Anger, You've made me so happy.

Tonight was an "Evening with Kenneth Anger" at the Ann Arbor Film Festival and what an evening it was. Good ole' Kenny taught us a thing or two about young men, sailors, Lucky Strikes, motor bikes, and oldies. I've seen his Scorpio Rising before, but to see one film after another (Rabbit's Moon could play on repeat and I'd be satisfied) and then get to listen to Mr. Anger go on about all such topics as Lucifer  and the Jonas Brothers was to say the very least, quite the experience. Kenneth was a like the hyper/homo-sexual, satan-worshipping, endearing uncle that I never had and always wanted.
I also had the opportunity to meet Brian Butler, who has worked with Kenneth for many years and most recently did the projections for the Valentino Fall 2010 show in Paris. Hearing this was the type of moment when you try to keep your eyes in head and wipe the drool from the floor...I mildly succeeded at this - but Paris Fashion Week, six projectors, Kenneth Anger, front row, and Valentino - that man is living my dreams.

Film Fest ends tomorrow....tear, until next year.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Shrink Your Dink

Woven throughout the work I've been doing for school I've been making shrinky dink jewelry based on medical illustration. - Again this is why I love art school, "oh between collaging magazines, I make jewelry out of child craft materials" But if people are need of spinal cord earrings, I'm here to serve them.




making things. doing things. going places.

The past three weeks have been filled with over stimulation and I mean that in the most positive way possible. It's resulted in my desire for an extra brain hard-drive to store it all (not sure if Mac is making those yet).

highway 101


seattle. tide-pools. portland. sword and fern. dunes. sun. orick. sleeping in cars. meth heads. lion killers. coffee. san francisco. taxidermy. rain. ana patchouli. arcata. burls. black bear diner. wild hawg. pho. loved to death. redwoods. detox. corey smith. asian tourists. black cats. fort bragg. bellingham. church going sisters.

"Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can" -hunter s. thompson
Then one must return the "reality", if that is what we're calling this these days...meaning back to school, back to work, back to the internship ( Ann Arbor Film Fest - starts Tuesday), and back to the bar.