i spent the better part of the afternoon dreaming of the soft suede feeling under bark of the swamp Maleluca trees of my youth.

i heart new york

Tiny notebook collage

Baby Rajah Lily

warhol polaroids.

these are timeless.

today

i really miss petah coyne.

this is getting messy. I am moving writing project to:

http://myimaginarycuba.tumblr.com/

Please follow me there.

fueling this writing purge..

i love the superman-esque peak in it...

excerpt# 1 from "My Imaginary Cuba"

I had the great fortune to be invited to D's house through a residency I was participating in. "Just your typical artist loft" as he referred to it , was a modern day NYC's artist dream. The kind you only have because you have lived in New York for 40 years and bought it when the city streets of Soho were still tumbled dirty with a collection of homeless people, junkies and the artist's community I read about existing but have never experienced.A slobbery yellow lab met us at the door along with a smaller wirey dog dressed for the occasion in a petite bomber jacket.We left our coats in guest bedroom filled with plastic painted pumpkins although I don't remember it being around Halloween.It seemed quirky and homely filled with antiques and plants.Not what I pictured a prominent artist's house to look like although I've never been to any artist's house that look like what I imagine it would look like, which is a mixture of the self consciousness of starched minimalism and three shades of white.During an informal dinner he sat next to me and talked about his love of animals and activism in protecting their rights as he petted the lab on the head, loving looking up at his owner.I found him gentle in spirit, thoughtful in his words and humble. He seemed to enjoy being around the lot of emerging artist numbering around eleven spread out around his table and couch.If I could describe his energy it would be the fragile strength of a man in his 70s who has lived a full life and the quiet knowing I've felt when amongst the Buddhist monks I have occasionally crossed paths with. I left feeling in love with the city I have chosen to form me for providing an experience I would have never had otherwise.

Two months later I heard of his sudden passing from liver cancer.I will always see him as the sweet crazy haired man with holes in the elbows of his sweater,sliding around in his sock on the loft's concrete floors and be thankful for his grace in extending the art torch in a sense to us. Some of us can strive to be the "father of a movement" but in honesty I think it might be best to hope to be as generous as he.

vali myers, fox spirit

Yoko

(this is the darkest yoko piece. i love it)

i dream about having nails like this...

TIDES 35th Anniversary poster

new commision

working on a series of lakshmi drawings for artist Shannon Brunette's benefit for India.We are turning the drawings into prayer flags and auctioning the originals.

carving into a new one

making some time in a crazy week to lay down some foundations

this harp is the closest thing to perfect i've heard in a long,long time......

the ballad of genesis and lady jaye

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7JUqrPwe7Lo&feature=related


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k1VG-A9sLyY&feature=related

( iam have technical difficulties lately sorry)

(note to self)

open door for joyous (joyful?) ghosts (to be let in) / pray for new york / ??

meditating on titles

"prayer for new york"

http://youtu.be/n5HT2Hn6_do

"new york is the thing that seduced me
new york is the thing that formed me
new york is the thing that deformed me
new york is the thing that perverted me
new york is the thing that converted me"

-patti smith

portrait w/o muse

studio,june 2nd

luis emilio ("the rose")

found old canvas started in 2006 when i was moving,started working on it again and it is a mixture between the pace of dripping syrup in the winter with intermittent breaks of hitting your head on the wall over and over. maybe it needs to go back to its place in the studio pile for a while (or at least until summer is over).

i remember reading an article about a woman who obsessively painted the same canvas for over fifty years,titled "the rose".At the time of her death it had to be removed from her studio with a forklift because if its weight in oil paint. makes sense......

much needed medicine.....

meditating on patience through this transitional period. my body and mind are melting off the cushion. i need this, maybe you do too, here is a link:


http://www.dharmapunx.com/mp3/nl_111506_md_patience.mp3

i am pretty sure ive had nightmares like this...

still love...

the prince and i.
Harlem, NY
May 7th, 2011

visit diana at:http://justsaysowhat.blogspot.com/

new obsession, isabella blow.

i really need to read this book.

no explaination needed.

short on the words lately, lets look at pictures

beautiful new york view from my new apartment,neighborhood clown spring display,ornate furniture,neighborhoods visited in apartment search

“The best cinema is the kind that can be perceived with your eyes closed,” Dalí wrote in 1927.

29 1/2

how does one go about making a reservation to stay here?

"santerian orgins of the prophet"

right now.

cleansing.building art cosmologies(working from inside to out rather then outside to in(then out again)).tarot. riot grrrl representation at MOMA.sparkly nails. astral meditation(mind).really wanting a jack and coke(body).packing for move, throwing out anything that remotely makes me nostalgic for five years ago, holding on to things that make me remotely nostalgic for ten or more years ago.puppy fever(pug to be exact).windy howling outside my window. "ancient aliens". not knowing when too much is too much or not enough (i have off center standards to begin with).drooling over Carrivagio on google images(old masters by new masters).dreaming of a life as a native of southern italy in flowing clothes with un-shaved armpits. peru. costa rica.vibrancy. anyplace but the artic circle as that seems to be the residency everyone around me wants right now.bruce in nyc for bizness times.get the hustle on.beginning stages of zine making again.drooling over neons, a floridians natural palette not a american apparel trend.ganesha. bora bora. b. d. j+t always wishing the san fam. the best.

"prophet and converts"

new

"three converts"