pink crocodile post

while i was in venice over the summer, i noticed the pink crocodiles. hanging delicately over balconies, on top of roofs, and dangling over the canals, they beckoned everyone with their colorful optimism.

besides being a perfect example of how people should live their lives (metaphorically, being bright pink and not caring who the fuck notices or points and laughs), the pink crocodiles are something that we need to bring into our own culture. yes... they do seem like just tourist attractions ("come to venice! we have pink crocodiles!"), but i feel that if people start to do random, almost schizophrenic, things like hanging inflatable pink crocodiles outside their bedroom window, we could be more accepting of things like graffiti and huge chalk parties on the streets.

okay, i know this is starting to ramble and not make any sense, but i just feel that the pink crocodiles represent something more than just a tourist attraction or whatever. if we all incorporated the freedom of the pink crocodiles, maybe this society wouldn't be so restrictive and we wouldn't have to worry so much.

year post

(thanks for the idea, laura.)

one day before the end of the year. shit, it's gone by really fast. and i've accomplished a lot (for me) in 2007:

been one of the first-picked people in ultimate frisbee
gone to bali for a month
carved a piece of wood into a flower
gone on a ten-day canoe trip
gone to italy
gone to shakespeare camp for the third time
wrote a 50k novel in a month
got back into the habit of sketching everyday
picked up bouldering
wrote a couple poems
started a couple paintings
became an aunt
got the lead role in a musical

my new year's resolutions/goals for 2008/unreachable hopes and dreams:
return to realms
edit my novel and send it out
bake my own bread
start sewing my own clothes
work more on the zine with kate
do more work with like-minded people
cook and/or bake more
do nanowrimo again
start actually journaling
get and practice a guitar
work on a farm over the summer
make some music
change my room around for more room for "STUFF"
expose myself to new music/architecture/"art"
grow some of my own food
go on some sort of fast
regularly practice:
- yoga
-meditation
- "art"
- music
- blogging

yep. pretty much.

paint post

i don't assume to know anything. really. at all. so when i hear things about what art is, i get upset. who am i to say, "that cigarette lying in the middle of the gutter isn't art, but a black and white photograph of it is"?

well, danya, there are universal codes of what constitutes as art. there are the basic forms: photography, painting, drawing, dance, sculpture, etc., etc. and to say that every moment of your life has aspects of art in it is... well, a little pretentious.

but what if that's not it at all and nothing is not art? when my friends and i stripped down to our bras, covered ourselves in primary colors and ran around the art gallery in the middle of the night, taking pictures, we weren't thinking of 'art' but we weren't thinking of not making 'art' either.

so, you're saying that it just kind of turned out to be art?

no. that's not it either.

then what is it?

it just is. it is not not art, but it is also not art.

danya, not everything can be shades of gray.

yes, everything can be if we just stop caring about labeling things, you know?

whatever you need to tell yourself.