No Images. A symphony orchestra of feathered friends singing, surrounding us in an operetta on the outskirts of the town of Nicasio, a Spanish term derived from ancient Greek, meaning VICTORY!
Have you ever been troubled by the seeming lack of meaning ? Contemplation of * Divine murder- suicide could be fitting, or you could just eat grilled cheese.
The monologue is adapted from a Nicolas Cage speech in the movie " Adaptation". The story is loosely influenced by Kafka’s
" Metamorphosis ".
*Divine- the main queen in John Water's cinema of transgression classic, "Pink Flamingos". Her voice was used in my video at the juncture when " Sasha" is shot and the birds start running.
The name for this comes from a loved one with Schizophrenia, who during an episode, believed she could no longer smoke American Spirit cigarettes, since the fumes triggered the conjuring of actual evil "spirits" every time her roomate, a supposed witch, had one.She's afflcited by some sort of inexplicable disease, but in the midst of her painful life she never ceases to be a loving person. The image is composed of a photograph of myself layered with a google image of James Dean that was animated in post production and set to the backdrop of oranges, a treat used to curb the restless hands of one quitting smoking.
"American Spirits" never die.
The music is an original acoustic Wailers' track featuring myself on vocals and Stefano Corradi on the bass.The first portion of the video was filmed through the windshield of my 1989 white toyota camry with red velvet interior as I drove daily to Otis College of Art and Design from East Los Angeles.My little cream cheese, red velvet mobile had an anime sticker on the left side and she danced with me everyday until the engine died-for the final time. I sold her on craigslist 20 minutes later at a 7- eleven parking lot. The video is coupled with found footage, still images of myself and friends layered with "projections" of others as well as personal photographs. My work has always had an element of crippling empathy and an attempt to step into another's shoes, reaching beyond the superficial stereotypes society places on us.
The bee footage was collected from French GEO TV, shot from the window of a tiny studio over the mediterranean sea. Maybe it's because I'm an Aquarius, but water is the only place that sets me free when nothing else will. The footage was taken on a lonely but lucky trip to Nice, France that culminated in my departure from the LA art world and the loss of a very overgrown relationship. The background of the "NO VACANCY" clip was shot on the bus which runs through West Baltimore to East, part of the route I took daily to and from high school. The vacant houses are the "spiritual bankruptcy" that inevitably comes with addiction, a epidemic run rampant in my beloved
" Charm City".
I've often found myself alone and happy on a bus going somewhere else.
The sound is derived from youtube hypnosis videos for smoking cessation. No one goes into the realm of the occult completely alone. "You need a guide".
The word for Guava in Thai is " Farang", but " Farang" also means foreigner of western origin, and during my years living there , I shared many laughs with taxi drivers in pink cabs while eating guavas. The fruit, though imported from Portugal and other foreign lands, is now ubiquitous in every
Love gets lost but never forgotten.
Driving home one day, I noticed this elegant and beautiful performance and party taking place in a space that hours before had been nothing more than a porta-potty retailer.
So much color stuck behind bars.
This is isn't a contest. I was talking about inequity for impoverished students in the American education system, not my privilege/ guilt vs. yours
Pretty-shaming sucks. How does being "pretty" help when the woman behind the desk at an interview is you?
I never "nepotism" shamed or attacked you personally before today, Ms. Yale; instead I just let you take my words right out of my throat
and put my so-called
into a bondage
OF MY OWN MAKING
In the midst of an ego war, dressed up in fancy language among art students pre-2016 election, my lovely professor originally from Greece utilized her love of the Mexican pop legend Selena to bring us together. Instead of forcing her students to write a fifteen page critical theory paper, we had the option of performing a piece from the late singer in honor of the twentieth anniversary of her passing. She and Selena taught me to finally sing again even if it's completely off key and the words aren't yet polished.
Once more, the footage for this peice was shot
alone on a bus
going someplace else
toward a castle on a mountain.
Migration is Beatiful 🦋