Tuesday, January 19, 2010

How does your garden grow?

How I love this rare and heavy rain we are having the past few days! In a desert-dry canyon area like So Cal, the sound of the rain helps remind me everything is growing and some spots of my beloved green will soon be here again. Or at least, they are getting a fair chance to, even in the barren dry parts of the West. However, it also makes me wonder. You can carefully choose and plant the right seeds, nurture them, etc. and after the rains fall, then you simply wait the proper amount of time. Right? All the while, having faith and expecting that something surely will grow or come up one season or another. But if your ground isn't prepared and cleared to begin with when you start, how sure are you that it is going to bud, bloom or come up as anything at all but very-well pampered mud? Despite how much you've toiled away or invested. Hmmm...

Yeah, I don't know either. Too many questions today. Not enough answers. And sometimes the present is as likely important as the past, as to where your future is going to land you on a path you want to be traveling on. It's about time, it's about space, steps and placement too. Much like art and also relationships. Spontaneous as I am, I still like to think that I exercise some sort of caution in both, and am realistic in my expectations of either. It doesn't mean I don't end up disappointed at times over what I have invested or else compromised. Sometimes what we end up anticipating and longing for is something far different than what reality conjures up. And because I like to think big, and go into things with all my heart...yep...sometimes that = kablooey! For better or worse.
Creatively speaking, I've been a bit barren lately. I've got to get a better grip on my productivity this week, and stop thinking too far ahead of myself in many aspects of my life. I don't like wasting time or energy. And the present is most important right now to utilize efficiently if I forsee any kind of positive future for my Art, or myself. I need to focus better and concentrate on getting things done that I can be more specific about and sure of, and that I know are solid foundations to be committed to working on. Funny how the solution to combating that counter-productive feeling for me is always 'invest in the work.' Or in other words: tend your own garden. Only you can tell the vines from the buds best and clear away whatever is strangling any potential new growth.

But enough pondering about that, here are some pics of playtime instead. Pics from the Asian Bistro the other night. In this shot (L to R) Helaine, Patti and I.

And on the same night, while he couldn't make it over to the Bistro my extraordinary pal the Great Randali was doing his thing in Anaheim at the NAMM Con. (* Just mere seconds after this pic, the shredding of the tiny star commenced it exploded into a supernova shower of glitter and splinters all over the Daisy guitars booth!)

So for everything I can say do not know with any certainty in this world, there are some things I do know. And I have to say, although only a few are pictured here in this entry there are other fantastic Artists, friends and a couple neighbors often found within my world that I blog about here. I am equally blessed and pleased to have some really wonderful and colourful characters in my West Coast garden. I've picked that bouquet wisely and treasure it daily without hesitation.And there is always great music swirling around too. Something else to be grateful for.


(Photo credits: M. Marti/M.Rocchio/Me.)

Sunday, January 10, 2010

The catch-phrase of the day yesterday was..

Because there is just no other description that comes to mind.

However, a good time with like-minded friends, a little espresso at Cafe Bassam and a trip to the Asian Bistro afterward always soothes any quirky situation. Thanks you guys.

Man, is it ever time for bed.



Saturday, January 9, 2010

Random art pics..

..of the recent Fall and Winter 2009 shows.

Below is one from the U*N*I*T*Y* benefit show @ The Flame in Hillcrest in October (Photo credit: DJ Dirty Kurty)

I had sold a few pieces already, so the table seems sparse, but hey - that's a good thing!

And solo shots of a few select pieces - SOLD or spoken for unless otherwise stated.

7 DEADLY SINS Show @ JUNC in North Park.*

"Sister Vanity Pride" - prints still available!

Two paintings from the NAUGHTY BUT NICE Show @ JUNC on 12/06/09*

"Black Dahlia in Red II" and "Don't Do Anything I Wouldn't Do" - both originals available for sale.

Some of the 5X7 canvas Mini's behind me in this shot are currently available at LeStats in Normal Heights.

*All JUNC photos - photo credit Matthew Marti

Friday, January 8, 2010

Life's A Gas..

I hope it's gonna last...

..what a wonderful evening I had. The kind that makes you love life, and know you are living it to the fullest. What better a way to end it than listening to this dreamy T REX tune?

And if you are still up for more, there's a great live version of Cosmic Dancer too.

Goodnight and sweet dreams to all,


Thursday, January 7, 2010

January 7th..

At present, it is a lovely night out. One with a perfect night-sky above me to gaze up at in wonder. The ideal way to end this very memorable day of remembrance for me. It is always nostalgic for anyone to reflect on their 20's - or dare to look some 20 years into the past recalling their youth. But I do feel that Artists (and Musicians) seem the type to see such things as their career path and their personal life in trajectory-like stages and phases. Ones that eventually (if you are lucky to live long enough) become cycles you can see in your body of work. But your friendships and relationships can also reflect the traces of a pattern, or cycle.

January begins a New Year for some, and ends the old one. In many ways it is seen as a new beginning or "A month named in the honour of Janus" in the early Roman calendar. From the site: "In the mythology of ancient Rome, Janus was the god of new beginnings. He was associated with doors and gates, and the first steps of a journey.Janus is also a god with two faces, which allowed him to see into both the past and future, so he is a deity often associated with prophecy."

Now, I don't know so much about Gods or prophecy per se, but some days you can wake up feeling like one trying to figure out wht to do with your own destiny. And my day was one filled with much reflection into the past, with a focus on my future ahead as well. I have comfort and a newfound faith in a sense, that part of my life's path is finally leading to where it should. And that some things I have suffered or endured, either alone or with others within my close circle, have not been done so in vain. One can never truly know about the future for sure, or about anything with an absolute certainty. But I have faith and a good feeling of better moments to come.

One thing I am sure of? Is that all throughout these years that some people and places, or single events never leave your heart or mind. And they become more important to us as we get older. Especially when they are intertwined with our present. I mean this in terms of how they effect a life's work and also regarding the ways in which they shape one's personal life. All the decisions we make shape us, and each moment allows the hand of fate to serve us any number of choices to decide upon. Some moments though are such a part of your soul, that they become these immeasurable landmark occasions that are remembered or celebrated throughout a life each time they cycle their way back through. I welcome such occurrences and celebrate their coming and going. Bittersweet or blissful, they are the pure little slices of time that as they age, become our history, our story, and eventually epiphanies.

I am remembering NYC tonight..passing through Times Square with all it's desperate blinking lights and my head in the clouds. And on the car ride back home to N.J., looking out the passenger window and smiling. Thinking about the day's events as the city skyscrapers turned back to bridges and toll booths. All the grey buildings eventually faded and gave yielding way to the green tips of the trees blurring along the parkway as I got closer to home. I was looking up at the stars in the Winter sky dash past at 65 MPH through the moon-roof of Fred's Subaru. Talking about our meeting and experiencing the wonderful feeling of being impressed, inspired and understood simultaneously. I recall how we locked eyes and how easily we danced through our conversation afterward. What a day that was. Were it not for you - and that place in time some 20 years ago today- I would not be who I am now. Both as an Artist and as a woman, I was just beginning my path back then. Yet after all this time I still am grateful to have met you and to have experienced that day. So here's to my treasured friend: (who I know reads this little blog from time to time)

"Thank you for sharing your work with me and for crossing my path. Thank you for still paying attention to the path I am on, and for inspiring and encouraging me to stay on it. And also, for always being one of my oldest and dearest friends. Know that even during the times we were apart and busy honing our own skills, or living our own separate lives that you have been there with me...giving me hope for my own visions..and helping to light my way. Your love, respect, and friendship means the world to me."

There are some feelings you cannot put into mere words, unless that is, they are sounded out as lyrics instead. And a young P.J. Harvey (circa 1998) is going to have to deliver this feeling best for me tonight.

The Sky Lit Up

I'm walking in the city tonight
I'm walking in the city at dark
Remembering, remember light
Thinking of nothing, and the shooting stars
And this world tonight is mine
A world to be remembered in
Think on a faded photograph
My hair longer than its ever been
and then,the sky lit up
The sky, my friend
The sky lit up
And I'm lighter than I've ever been
I saw the trees crossing the moon
I saw the stars in the Heaven above
Shine on my own beautiful prayer
Shining on my own beautiful love
The sky lit up
The sky, my friend
The sky lit up
And I'm lighter than I"ve ever been
And I'm dancing with him
In his city and in this town
I don't care what he's thinking of
Just take the car, just take my hand

The sky lit up (4x)



Friday, January 1, 2010

Here's to a fabulous 2010......

Hmm, is that glass half-empty or half-full? The choice is yours.