Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Coconut milk yogurt

Was shopping at Whole Foods a couple days ago and found this in the yogurt section:

I love yogurt, but I only bought one (in vanilla; they have other flavors, too), because I wasn't sure if I'd like it. I wish I had bought more, it was fucking amazing -- the brand name is certainly appropriate. The vanilla flavor is nice and sweet, with just a hint of coconut milk; the texture is silky and creamy. This would be an excellent yogurt for anyone who cannot, or does not, eat dairy or soy. I like milk-based yogurt just fine, but would gladly include this in my regular yogurt-buying.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Why, indeed.

Lately, I have been feeling used up, bored, restless, uninspired, empty, burnt-out, frustrated, wanting.

I know it's just a phase and it will pass, but in the meantime, it SUCKS. I want something to focus all my energy into, and nothing seems to feel right... feels like all I am doing is killing time, now. I need a PROJECT, for fuck's sake. I need to WORK, I need something NEW.

Friday, December 26, 2008

Rest in peace, Mr. Bun-Bun.

Rest in peace, Mr. Bun-Bun

My brother's rabbit passed away sometime Christmas morning after some recent health troubles. He was about 7 years old.

He had been a Christmas gift to my brother from his former girlfriend about 7 years ago.

He was a sweet, affectionate, loving bunny who loved to play and give kisses.

He was loved by everyone who knew him.

I'll miss you, Mr. Bun. :(

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Xmas Eve On Arthole Radio

Join us this Christmas Eve on Arthole Radio for a four hour festive feast!

The shows will play back to back starting at 9pm GMT
(1pm SLT / 4pm EST).

Arahan Claveau brings you Burroughs, Burl Ives and The Beatles, with a touch of Cheech & Chong and Charlie Brown.

Featuring a conversation with Nebulosus Severine, singing cats, holiday cheer, and all the Bibbe Hansen bashing you can fit into an hour.

Nebulosus Severine's annual Festive Freak Show.
Guaranteed to displease.

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Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Captivating, haunting images

Caption: A statue of Rigas Feraios, a Greek writer and revolutionary who died in 1798, stands vandalized with an anarchy symbol outside the Athens University on December 12, 2008. (ARIS MESSINIS/AFP/Getty Images) #

Was surfing the web tonight and came across a series of photographs about the recent riots in Greece that just blew my mind:

On the night of Saturday, December 6th, two Special Guards of the Greek police clashed with a small group of young men. The exact details of what took place are still unclear, but it is known that one of the Guards fired three shots, and one of those bullets caused the death of 15-year-old Alexander Grigoropoulos - whether the injury was made by an accidental ricochet or deliberate shot remains to be determined. The two Guards are now in jail awaiting trial, the shooter charged with homicide. This incident sparked an immediate and widespread response in the form of angry demonstrations and riots in many Greek cities that have continued at varying levels to this day - though dimming in intensity recently. Alexander's death appears to have been a catalyst, unleashing widespread Greek anger towards many issues - police mistreatment of protesters, unwelcome education reforms, economic stagnation, government corruption and more.

To see the rest of the images, follow this link:

Monday, December 15, 2008

We are very intellectual, and we have very intellectual conversations.

[14:58] Me: ROFL WTF!!
[14:58] Me: hahahah
[14:59] Friend: god lmao i can't even begin to comprehend trhat
[14:59] Me: rofl
[14:59] Friend: hallowmas lol what about christoween?

'not being able to create art / they will not understand art'

(if you cannot see the above video, click here)

The Genius Of The Crowd
Charles Bukowski

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds
for they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art

Friday, December 12, 2008

Holy crap -- THIS is the show that made me want to be an artist.

Was hanging out in SL, chatting with various people, and the topic of art came up, and I mentioned Robert Longo (my favorite artist & one of my biggest influences), and I decided to Google something about him, and I came across this article -- written about the VERY exhibition that lead to one of the biggest turning points in my life -- the one that made me want to be an artist -- I call it my "artistic epiphany" -- HAHA! This is the show that I am always telling people about when they ask me how I discovered that art was (is) my calling -- holy shit!!

Okay -- so. A little background info regarding:

When I was 14, in the summer between my freshman and sophomore year, I took a college-level summer art program for high-school kids at the University of Hartford. It was a 3-week class, Monday through Friday, 7 hours a day. Sculpture class in the morning; an hour for lunch; then drawing in the afternoon. At the end of the course, our class took a field trip to the Wadsworth Atheneum, which just happened to have a Robert Longo exhibition going on at the time.

That field trip changed me profoundly -- and changed my idea of what an artist could do, and what art can BE. It made me realize exactly what I wanted to fucking do with my life.

So anyway, the article:

ART; Secondhand Emotions in Varied Media
Published: August 5, 1990

LEAD: THE main event now at Wadsworth Atheneum is ''Robert Longo.'' But first, the superlatives and demi-superlatives: the 12-year retrospective is billed as ''the primary contemporary art exhibition in New England this summer'' and as the vehicle for ''some of the largest works ever mounted'' at the Hartford museum.

Mr. Longo himself is advertised as ''one of the most significant figures of the generation that came to prominence during the 1980's'' and as ''one of the world's most heralded young artists'' (a title for which the competition is fierce). He is also called ''poet of urban life,'' a title that has a familiar ring.

As for the exhibition, it originated in slightly larger form at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, where it was organized by the curator of contemporary art, Howard Fox, and A.T.&T. is its angel. Accompanying the event is a catalogue containing essays by Mr. Fox and other authorities, with lots of photographs in black and white and color.

The tale of the artist's life makes chaotic reading. Having been graduated from Plainview High School, on Long Island, he spent about a year at North Texas State University, in Denton, then took to the road in a Volkswagen. Upon arriving in New York City, he worked in survival jobs and studied briefly with the sculptor Leonda Finke. Receiving a grant in 1972, Mr. Longo, then in his 19th year, proceeded to Italy, where he applied himself to learning art history and painting restoration. After that, more traveling, but a visit to the Rodin Museum, in Paris, clinched the idea of becoming an artist, and by the end of 1973, he was in Buffalo, at the State University College's art school.

In Buffalo, Mr. Longo began making the contacts that have been so crucial to his career - with the film makers Hollis Frampton and Paul Sharits, the photographer Cindy Sherman and a host of other talents, emerging and emerged. In company with some of these new friends, Mr. Longo set up the alternative space, Hallwalls, inviting the attention of Vito Acconci, Sol Lewitt, Lucy Lippard, Richard Serra and other notables, including the new curator of the Albright-Knox Art Gallery, Linda Cathcart.

So far, the artist's own work had been largely experimental, but in 1976, he staged his first performance, ''Artful Dodger.'' This caught the eye of Helene Winer, who invited him to Artists Space, her own territory in Manhattan, where he did another performance, this time with the help of several Buffalo friends. There followed an encounter with Jonathan Borofsky and, as a result, Mr. Longo's first reliefs in clay. Cast in aluminum and painted, the one called ''Seven Seals for Missouri Breaks'' made it into a group show at the Albright-Knox, and it is the earliest piece in the present display.

By 1977, the artist was very much in the Manhattan swim, sharing quarters with Ms. Sherman, working as Mr. Acconci's assistant, going to avant-garde movies, hanging out at the Mudd Club and other nightspots, organizing and participating in exhibitions. Of course, there were hard times, including a stint as a cabdriver. But Mr. Longo's star was rising, and in 1981, he made his first solo appearance in a commercial gallery, the aptly-named Metro Pictures. He had already acquired his collaborator, Diane Shea, a professional illustrator who ''improves'' his drawings.

Thanks to the ground broken by Pop, art had completed its metamorphosis from a solitary, sometimes dowdy occupation enlivened by the occasional eccentric to a highly charged collective activity that depends as much on the media as on its own media for success. Not that there is anything inherently wrong about that. Still, it goes a long way toward explaining Mr. Longo's way of alternating between naivete and slickness, solemnity and emptiness. There is angst in this art, but it is a secondhand version, an offset reproduction of the emotion.

The first piece to greet the visitor is a bank of four steel cylindars covered with gold leaf. It looks like a giant gold mangle hanging on the wall, and, every so often, the rollers rotate at high speed, making the gallery resonate like a Laundromat. Dated 1988 and titled ''Dumb Running: The Theory of the Brake,'' it could be the last object touched by Midas. To Mr. Fox, it suggests ''an absolute power that exists to serve itself and operates on all things external with equal indifference.''

Indifference, absence, alienation, indolence - these are Mr. Longo's themes, and he expresses them in many different forms. One is the large figure that is half-Samurai, half comic-book robot but all scales, chains, machine parts, bandoliers and guns cast into bronze. A creature with, among other things, two densely fanged mouths and a single female breast, it stands against a painted backdrop of opera boxes, holding a flagpole in one hand, a broken guitar in the other and emitting from its naked rump a bunch of thunderbolts. The figure symbolizes a fallen angel, possibly Beelzebub himself, and the title, ''All You Zombies: Truth Before God,'' has a moralizing tone. Nevertheless, the awe it inspires is strictly ''special effects.''

Though much concerned with the evils of the world, Mr. Longo is less than sophisticated when making his big points. ''Pressure,'' for example, is a painting of a young man in clown makeup who, literally, is under pressure from the relief above of office buildings painted pale gray. Yet this kind of thing is catnip to the literal minded. Mr. Fox likens the piece to Rodin's carving of Pallas Athena crowned with a diminutive Parthenon, and who but an esthete can gainsay him?

There are images that are heavy with meaning but work well as abstractions, like ''Joker: Force of Choice,'' an upended cross that is the sum of four right-angled chevrons of Corten steel. But the strongest punch comes from the black-and-white drawings of life-size figures in arrested motion, the men wearing business suits, the women dresses. Well-dressed nonentities with neither a past nor a future, they inhabit a perpetual freeze frame. The reviewer never sees them without thinking of the people who dance alone at discos, perhaps hoping to be caught as Mr. Longo catches them but in gorgeous grainy photographs.

As mediocre drawings these images are more memorable than they ought to be. The same can be said for ''Corporate Wars: Walls of Influence,'' an aluminum relief of office workers kicking, shoving and wrestling each other, which is flanked by two black shapes symbolizing corporate architecture.

Then again, the secret of Mr. Longo's success may be his very ingenuousness. Bizarre as it may seem, most of his work is as easy to ''read'' as Norman Rockwell's vision of Thanksgiving dinner.

The Robert Longo retrospective, which also includes videotapes, will remain at the Wadsworth Atheneum, 600 Main Street, Hartford, through Sept. 1.

[ Source: ]

I used to have the book from this show, but currently I have no idea where it is -- I may have lost it when I moved into my current home.

(I have some old photos from that art class floating around somewhere; when I find them, I will post them.)

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Night-Ghast items: Ice Pavilion

Ice Pavilion
25m Base
38 Prims

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Higher donations are encouraged and ALWAYS appreciated.

Monday, December 8, 2008

Jim Morrison's birthday

O great creator of being
grant us one more hour
to perform our art
& perfect our lives.

-- Jim Morrison

I commemorate his birthday every year.

And, weirdly, tonight as I browsed the web looking for pictures, I came upon two articles related to Jim:

Jim Morrison's Father Dies
December 3rd, 200

Late Doors star Jim Morrison's father has died, aged 89. Rear Admiral George Morrison died of natural causes on November 17. A veteran of the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor in 1941, Morrison was largely disowned by his rock star son, who insisted his parents were dead in early interviews.

In 1990, Morrison visited his son's grave in Paris, France and had a plaque installed.

Shortly after the Morrisons moved to Coronado, California in 2002, the admiral's wife died, and reports suggest he has been i n declining health ever since.

Rear Admiral Morrison's private memorial service was held last Wednesday at Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery in San Diego, California.

The feeling was mutual - the seaman rarely discussed his son as he rose up the ranks.

Image of Morrison aged 65 unveiled

Scientists have revealed what legendary rocker Jim Morrison may have looked like were he still alive now.

Researchers at the University of St Andrews used the latest technology to create a computer-generated image of the singer and poet.

The Doors' frontman, who died at the age of 27 in Paris in July 1971, would have been 65 now.

The image, put together by the university's perception laboratory, shows the singer as a greying pensioner, with familiar piercing eyes.

The team used an image of Morrison in his mid-20s as a starting point.

Professor David Perrett, of the university's school of psychology, said: "We used 'ageing' software to reproduce the natural effects of ageing, taking into account changes in skin texture, hairline and hair colour.

"The process of ageing was mimicked by changing the texture and shape of the original image to simulate the changes in the skin that would occur between the ages of 40 and 70."

The perception lab team has previously created images of Hollywood stars Marilyn Monroe and James Dean, who also died suddenly at a young age. Images of Elvis Presley aged 70 and John Lennon at 64 have also been developed.

It is hoped the software being developed at the lab could be used for assisting with missing person inquiries, particularly those who have not been seen for many years.

The same software can also be used to change sex and race.
[Source: ]

Friday, December 5, 2008

Funny quote of the moment

"creationism, for people who think their god is too stupid to come up with evolution."
(Digg comment re: Roger Ebert's review of Ben Stein's 'Expelled')

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Night-Ghast items: Santa's Slain - Santa Chalk Outline

Santa's Slain! Santa Chalk Outline with blood splatter
- No Transfer
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Santa's Slain

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Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Art I like lately - Liz Wolfe

I was first exposed to Liz Wolfe's photography via StumbleUpon and was immediately drawn to the whimsical/twisted imagery:

Butterflies on Branch, 2008 / Meat Tree, 2008

Bunnies in Blood, 2004

Though I am an artist myself, I suck at writing about it. Thus, I will borrow a few words from the Shape + Colour blog:

"...Wolfe is an expert not only at creating visually arresting images, but of layering her subjects so that you always have to look twice. In each photo, despite its saccharine veneer, there is always something more devious rippling beneath the surface."

Check out the artist's website for more.


Night-Ghast -- FREEBIE - Crashed sleigh on fire

Due to popular demand, the Crashed Sleigh on Fire is back this Xmas season:

Crashed sleigh on fire

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Holiday crime scene
(Snowmen & police tape not by me. Pic taken at OD Designs.)