I just moved to Seattle and I’m working with a friend who’s curating a live week long art show starting the first week of August, and I’m pumped to see it come together…. It’s all happening Aug 4-27 @ SOIL gallery.
The performance series runs August 5-7, 11am-11pm, with the themes Body, Risk, and Future. The gallery will host a noontime meal each of the three days, after which will be discussions, based on the day’s theme. In the afternoons and evenings are a full schedule of performances.
I’m planning on having a blast doing some docu-photography during the grandiose event festivities. Live Art is risky, it is in the moment, it can be unpredictable, inspirational, and confrontational, should be some unexpected.
The exhibition continues for the month of August. Some pieces will develop from the performances of the opening weekend. They all explore alternative ways of documenting Live Art. How do these documentary artworks illuminate the original performance? The questions are asked to explore what’s wrapped up in Live Art, from the making of a performance, to the experience in the moment, and the reaction that comes afterwards. Schedule & Performance info here.
And I’m having an amazing time exploring the city in a find housing montage. I have a good feeling though, and I found the dopest Coffee House across the street from an open mic that’s every Sat. night, that’s tomorrow. Scoping out the busking sitch as well.
There’s also a free music festival, Tuf fest this weekend. I love this city, it’s fresh, and I miss my friends & my cat Cosmic. And I’m really happy with the new buds here, and friends that live here. Peace.
This is a really special installation, from the art to the concept of activation to the artists, makers, and inventors that were lucky enough to be included, to the city that they represent to the Civilla fellows that brought it to life, to the start-up that made it possible: Romina Hausmann and Rachael Carson are the main founders and designers of the art installation, and are currently in development for an even bigger venue in Detroit for the unique group exhibition.
“The Wall of 1oo Makers” is an awesome artistic 3D experience on display for the next four weeks at Civilla Detroit, check it out if you get a chance starting on Monday June 6th, 440 Burroughs in Midtown.
I have a painting in the show and my friend Amy has a cool wood-cutout made from a re-purposed skateboard deck.
Here’s another pic from the opening. The show opened at Masonic Temple in downtown Detroit on the same day that Startup Week kicked off, good times, there sure is a lotta amazing cooking up out of Detroit, just sayin.
So happy to be a part of all the innovation and designing crankin out of Civilla in Midtown.
Rumor has it the city is destined to be gifted a National Park, I suggested a creek component, fact is, there is water that runs under the city. How to direct it into a creek that can be enjoyed by the people here sounds like a great objective to add to the mix! Good luck Civilla fellows, buena suerte!
Playspace Music in Mexicantown is also a recent discovery that I am excited to keep up. Their set up is legit and there is a mural that wants paintin……
Also I must say that this very city has a whole lotttta country, so much in fact that Ima bout to ride my board to the park and sit in a tree for alb before I go play drums outside under the sky and just be outside, the lake aire in this Northerntown is invigorating, honestly, I love gorging myself on it.
I lived in a poverty stricken neighborhood with all the hood drama that goes with it. This pretty block sported trap houses all up and down the block, tons of neighbors going without running water, or power, and this is in the North, where it gets cold. Helllla prosties all around, so many that a couple of times while I was out riding my bike in the Summer wearing shorts, I was chased down by a fat Arab waving money at me. And crackhead zombies galore taking apart the street-lamps to get copper out or some sellible metal that they can sell and buy crack. Helicopters shining spotlights all over my house and around…..
In the time I lived there, all buncha houses and a store called Family Dollar were burnt down, one house by the cops, I’m 99% sure that’s true– the word on the street was they did it because it was a way too busy trap house that needed to be done. Tons and tons of poverty and desperate behavior. Power theives, that hook up the power into the power box of the house next door, yes that happened to me, ghosts or burglars, angels? not-friends, foes?, butt-faced punks who tagged my yellow house with mean ugly words in green spray-paint.
My house was given a foreclosure notice even tho it in reality wasn’t in foreclosure, thanks City way to be on top of your game using resources super efficiently –notice the glaring sarcasm. A-hole fix-it people mess with the structure of the house by cutting floor joists to fix plumbing– that was a tough problem to get fixed, a joke of a liar handyman who stole money, and didn’t EVEN finish work promised. Yea, and with house budget money stolen by this butt-face, that made getting the repair done a lot more of a challenge.
And of course, I met a lot of awesome people and cool kids, and had an amazing adventure, people are gonna be good and beautiful regardless of circumstances and situations, so naturally there is beauty and good in this too, just, I have to say all this other stuff so it’s out of my soul and my flow and all.
Trash all over– here’s a concept, throw your trash in a can and not on the ground!, attacked, choked, threatened, bitten by a dog.
And why am I writing this because I need it out this minute, I got ptsd from it, not just from it, but mostly. And I am healing myself and I’m trying different things to see what makes me feel better the quickest and leaving it all behind, and release all this so I can move on. I’m outta there after all.
My roommate and I moved out the first day of summer, so it’s been a while. Just got bit by a dog yesterday in my new neighborhood, but other than that, It’s wayyyy better on the West side. Not as sunny, but that poverty and ignorance and angry and poor me vibe that vibes over there on the East side, NOT JUST THAT OBVIOUSLY, but yea, for an empathetic feeler like me, it’s rough to live in that.
It definitely feels like some third world coutry jazz, and really it boils down to poverty. There is soooo much incredible innovation and design and community development going on here in this very city that I am writing about. I work out of a center for social innovation and design, and it’s all about new industry with peoples and society’s needs and wellbeing in mind.
All I am trying to achieve by writing this article today is to promote industry that promotes well adjusted intelligent people with all their needs met. And to let this stuff go, the sun is shining hard today looking all bright and awesome where I work, because we got money here, money, resources, fellows, sponsors, bright minds, soul, innovative thinking and design and people who care about people and a society that cares about people.
One more thing I will mention just because I was talking with my roomie this weekend and I remembered how much this sucked and this also is over—and I’m sooooo glad, what it is I can’t really blame on the subject of this article, BUT, I think I can anyway……
I had this roomate for a minute, that ended up leaving all her stuff at my old house, it’s a big house and her whole last apartment of stuff fit in the house, so when I realized she wasn’t coming back for any of it, I went thru some of it to see what I wanted to keep, and she had this school bag of papers (she is a sub in the public school system here) which from what I understand is feeling the effect of poverty as well. Well, this bag of school papers I dumped out to burn in our wood burner, TOTAL MISTAKE, a cloud of public school germs made a cloud and went into my eyes and I got a hideous eye infection and the house appeared rather contaminated after that, for the months I lived there until I bounced out.
Duuude, can I just say that I am soooo grateful that l met a new friend who is such a coool girl, and she has ptsd too, and just to find a friend who gets where I’m at and cares, sooo soothing.
As always, I am hyping and promoting industry designs that can eliminate poverty, when there is just no reason for it. We have more than enough resources on our planet for everyone, we just have to continue to figure out and deploy industry designs and paradigms that promote community and healthy lifestyle for people and the planet, and get people working on projects that will build up our world and make them feel good about what they are working on, designing, prototyping, activating, etc. Poverty is an ugly stressor, and there are so many amazing ways to shift the human paradigm to one that emphasises the virtues, sharing is caring, it feels good to share, we are doing something about it, we are moving toward human based society, at least as far as I can tell, it’s up to us to keep vibing in this good way, and take it to the next level.
People want to work, but they want to work on cool stuff not a crap job at McDonalds serving up gross GMO deep fried modified foods. It’s up to us to take control of our planet and find common ground with each other, and find ways to evolve and raise our vibe, and stop financially rewarding companies that don’t care about people. Human nature is to love, love is the most valuable thing we have. That’s what people want. Isn’t that what you want? Love makes everything better, love is a life enhancer.
So, now, me thinks I should be wayyy better now having expressed all this. Expression let’s it out. Yay expression, space, healing, and new projects!
Tumbleplex is an amazing music venue and community hub in the Woodbridge neighborhood of Detroit.
There is a zine library and the space attracts talent from near and far. Aerobics Underground is a biweekly free dance workout class that’s endorphines side effect, and good jams and a fun scene on Sat. afternoons and Tuesday evenings.
Comin up soon at the Tplex is Dino Prom fundraiser party for upcoming upgrading for the buildings. Come check out the dance party!
he smiled at me as i came out of “the holy moment” his eyes stayed right on mine and my wounds softened and faded farther down, he helped heal me just by looking so much like you.
my head throbbed all day and she caught me in her arms as i landed back down, again, on terra firma in the sun, by your house she feels it, too she lives by you and he has your name too and his sorta smile felt good today riding into the rising sun the setting sun…. i faced it, i must feel safe, i must be safe….
i sang to you, i was threatened today, i said ‘HAH’ an found a new jamming buddy and rocked groovy beats, i made my own spot, spots all the green paper swirrerled around me in the gentle tiny breeze as i transcended an eddy storm and found hearts, watch me as i levitate hahahahahaaaaah
dont stop get it get it, we are the captains in it watch me as i levitate hah hah ha ha haaaah