January 21, 2009

as if you hadn't seen enough lists and maps...

lots of floating ideas, thoughts, lists, plans....

ALSO: potential future site....?

ALSO: I am officially 22 years alive on this 22nd day of January. Last year was pretty incredible, but here comes one of my best years yet. 22 is my favorite number twice, it's divisible by 11, it is composed of the only number that is prime and even, and it's really pretty to write.

more updates soon. (including news of the up-and-coming new radio sensation homegrown music sensation featuring yours truly!)

January 6, 2009

superheroes have personal assistants



Someday, I would like to have an incredible assistant that writes response emails for me describing me in the third person and is really nice about it too.

We will meet someotherday, Ms. Miranda July.

Sincerely,
Mz. A

January 2, 2009

New Year's Revolution

"A new year is approaching. Perhaps in the past you have created New Years' Resolutions. I know I have. Aren't they usually just a way to notice the things we don't like about our lives and then hope an artificial dose of willpower will make the difference down the road?

How will 2009 forever alter your life and the world in which you live? I'm not interested in the by whens or the milestones or the structures you will put in place. What I do want is your your heart and soul. I want to hear you speaking YOUR truth, YOUR passion, creating the life that YOU have always dreamed about. I want you to remember that you are a beautiful, magnificent, unique expression of what is possible in the world and my desire is that everywhere you go, you drip all over everyone you meet so they get a taste of the extraordinary universe you have invented.

Anyone want to join me in a Revolution?"

(words by Gary Pinsky of the San Francisco TMLP)

***

I am the possibility of radiant joy and passion.

This is my year of love, community, creative explosion, inspiration, full self-expression and acceptance. This year I am fully self-expressed, out of my range, extraordinary, inspired beyond my fingers, taking chances and jumping when I'm scared, finding a place for myself and my art in this world right now and in this community, inspiring everyone around me and igniting their passions and excitements, working in a team, and being empowered on a team.

January 1, 2009

florida florida florida

Florida Florida Florida is my home.

I was going to do this big post with pictures and explanations of everything Floridian, to educate (and gloat) those in the North, who are currently very cold. But I kept forgetting to take a camera out with me, and all other excuses etc. So, I will condense this post to three of my favorite parts of Florida, acknowledging that there are many other parts I love, and more importantly people I love who happen to be located in Florida. But for now, I will focus on STARFRUIT, BETHLEHEM, and THE BEACH.

Starfruit






















are really incredible fruits. Not that I'm an expert, but I've eaten quite a few. They are officially called "Carambola". They taste like starfruit. Which, when attempting to pathetically describe with words, might be called a cross between a pear (crisp/soft texture and flavor), a melon (watery-ness), a pineapple (tropical flavors), and a weird star-shaped thing.

When I see these in the grocery store (even in Florida but especially up north), I laugh condescendingly. I'm sorry, but these are the fruits that you really need to eat off the tree (or near by) because they should be ORANGE or a nice SAFFRON color, and they are incredibly sweet. You should either eat them like corn-on-the-cob, eating one section at a time, if you're in a hurry, or for their ideal presentation, slice them through their cross sections to make star-shapes. Take that martha stewart! Nature wins again!

This year, we found a perfectly formed 6-sided starfruit (they're usually 5-sided). It was our Jewish-Star Fruit.

POST SCRIPT:: My friend Kate just told me that she once had starfruit flavored lip balm. DOES ANYONE KNOW WHERE I CAN FIND THIS??!?! This is a find that must be re-found.

Bethlehem



(note that the last picture was taken by sneakily climbing a ladder and peeking over the top of the walls. it's not in it's full glory, but you can get a small idea of what it was like...)

is actually not located in Florida. BUT! Luckily for us, a piece of it is transplanted (almost) every year for our perusing pleasure. The church down the street puts on a VERY exciting and elaborate recreation of everyone's favorite destination. What seems like the whole church comes out and wears costumes and performs in a multi-room, suspense-story version of the night that baby Jesus was born! You are first greeted by the three wise men, who give you a scheckle, and tell you that someone special was born tonight. Then you meet a sheapard who tells you a brief version of the story (of Mary getting pregnant? Actually now I don't quite remember). Then the Roman guards are very mean! They scrutinize you and ask you if you've seen a baby, and then when no one says anything, they let us in but only after you give them your scheckle and then sign the census. Then! The rabbi tells you some more story (maybe it's bad that I actually don't remember what the stories were they were telling us)! and then you enter the Marketplace! and everyone wants to sell you things, but you've already given away your scheckle (one time my brother Sam kept his scheckle and didn't give it to the census. Then, he tried to buy a basket from one of the marketplace people. They didn't know what to do.)! And then the hebrew school (They are reading a scroll with hebrew, and when we looked in one year, they were reading it upside-down. But I appreciate the attempt to use real hebrew text!)! and then you get to the Inn. This is the best part. The same guy plays the inn keeper each y scheckle ear I've been. He's really good. He whispers, "do you want to see the babe? The woman came in, large with child, and I could not refuse her, even though I had no more rooms left." And then you pass by two angels who are standing so still, and then there's sometimes real animals (one year a donkey) with a sometimes real baby (one year it was a doll) and a mom! It's really all pretty great. Sam and I went all three nights in a row the last year they had it.

Unfortunately, it ended the night I arrived this year. So I missed it. By half an hour. I missed my opportunity to visit Bethlehem. However, it is still one of my favorite parts of Florida.


The Beach


is a great place to wear a bathing suit. I fully appreciate Florida and its beaches. So great, that all marine life travel down to get a swim too! Which means that when you're a human, you have to fear for jellyfish, man-o-war (baby jellyfish or cousins or something jelly-fish-like), sea lice (little bugs that burrow into your skin -- but only where your bathing suit is luckily), and I always fear for sharks, but I think that's not necessary really.

I spent one of my days at the beach poking the man-o-war because they are SO BEAUTIFUL and WEIRD! they are like blue blobs with pink little spikes that look like bubbles but actually they're skin! and then they have these incredible jelly-fish-like tentacles or squiggles underneath that they use to lure you into their beauty and then STING you! I was poking one of these and then this kid came up to me and told me to scoop it up with their bucket, cause they were making a holding tank over there to save all the beached man-o-war. We brought it over and so now we had two dead man-o-war (men-o-war?) floating in a little pool of water surrounded by sand walls. it was great.

Not to rub it in too much, but I spent December 30 on the beach and it was perfect.

One Thing That is Stressful About Home
[not pictured]
the tons tons tons of stuff piled up in my room (nicely, neatly, seemingly benign) that encompasses years of memories and collected things and lists and broken bits that cannot be thrown away but have no use. Whole bags of pens that are "sentimental". A stack of calculators (that are no longer usable). clothes I never wore but they have a story, and must be kept. the cement hat I made. art art art. Leaving Hampshire in the spring will be a nightmare of cleaning and throwing away. I hate throwing anything away.


SOOOOOO. Now I am returning back to Massachusetts. I'm excited! So many exciting things are happening this year! January's gonna rock, and then spring is going to be just awesome, and then I graduate and then I'm off into the real world! where REALLY awesome things happen!

(I just heard that the temperature on the ground (I'm writing this in the airplane) is 21 degrees. AHHH! MA here I come! Don't be too cold on me!)
(p.s. I'm in MA now... and I'm cold.)

December 30, 2008

In Memory of Al

Today I went to the memorial service for my hebrew and Bat Mitzvah teacher, Allen Samlin. He died about a week and a half ago at the age of 80. He was an incredible person who was so passionate about what he taught. He always called me (and everyone really) "babelah". He had a raspy voice but he sung in a high high pitch. His pupils moved like they were in water. Whenever I went to their house, Al and Rose would always offer me a little nosh, a little snack. Our house has heard hours and hours of his voice singing in our house when I played the tapes of the prayers over and over learning my torah portion. Once I tried to write a biography piece about him, which turned into a piece about him and his wife, Rose, because the two are so unified in my mind. But I couldn't do it - I couldn't ask the right questions (the hard questions). I was overwhelmed by the enormity of their lives, and this impossible role I had to write it down, or distill something poinient and useful to people who don't even know them.

I guess I'm still dealing with that in my life and my work now. How can I authentically tell someone else's story, while still being true to their spirit and essence and whatever it is that I love (or hate?) about them. What is the difference between simplifying a life for the purposes of writing a story, or clarifying a theme -- an outsider picking which stories to tell and which to cut -- versus exploiting someone, or getting the whole story wrong? As I'm working on my Division III, I'm constantly trying to figure out this question -- where am I overstepping my bounds, and where am I enabling a story to be shared that would otherwise not be told?

I know I only knew a small small part of this person, but he has touched my life deeply in his dedication to everyone around him. He led his life doing exactly what he was passionate about, and loved it.

December 20, 2008

photographic evidence

FALL 2008: A SEASON OF LEARNING

The Tag Sale
There is nothing for sale at the TAG SALE. Please come and bring a piece of clothing which holds special meaning or a story within it. At the event, we will write the stories (in as vague or specific words as you would like) onto clothing TAGS and sew them into the garments. The items will be added to the clothing rack, where the community's stories will be displayed for perusal.
This will be a celebration of the humble artifacts that witness our complex lives everyday.





Secrets Under the Couch
You are invited to add a lost or secret memory to the objects lost under this couch. Please use the provided note cards.



Hopscotch
Really, the best means of travel from one part of the hallway to the eight feet in front of it.


Elsewhen, Meanwise, Otherwhere
the results of the Elsewherians Mail Art I was working on at the beginning of the semester. Check out the last image... I'm really quite proud and incredibly amazed at what came of the beautiful scraps of fabric Grant sent me, which I turned into the beginnings of a quilt, which turned into this beautiful piece of art.

2009 Hampshire College Commencement Poster Art
My submission is map - of the paths we create at Hampshire, of the identities we uncover, claim, or reinvent, of the places we've been and the places we will go. P.S. I REALLY NEED TO LEARN HOW TO USE PHOTOSHOP!


My Super-Hot Family
Thanksgiving, 2008

ONLINE: Final Project for Art, Community, and Cultural Diversity (My UMass Class)
The documentation of our one-day, bus intervention. Met at first with a harsh note from the Pionneer Valley Transit Authority, I think in the end a good ole' conversation would've set them right on what an awesome project this was.

Mobile-Installations: El Tiburon
The beginning of an evolving installation in my car. Art on the go, for those with little time to spare walking around in circles pointlessly in galleries.

{the dangling object is a kid-made "mezuzzah" I picked up after someone left it behind in the kids service from Yom Kippur. It says one thing that this kid is going to work on in the coming year, and one thing that this person is sorry for from the last year}

{navigation device. moved to a spot next to the whales because joe told me i'd die if the airbag exploded out of the steering wheel. fyi}

{bumper-stickers: "the awesomest THERAPEUTIC transport service!" "Babes not Babies" "Obama/Biden 2008"

maps charts and appendixes

{projects ongoing in pink. projects not started in blue. ideas and reoccurring (inexplicably!) concepts in purple. lines somewhat random.}


{when i put it like this, i remember i've accomplished much more than i think i have -- especially when it's late and i'm tired and still working and yet it seems that everyone else is happily on their ways to Med School. so yeah, this basically counts as a resume, right??}


{this makes me an official artist}