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Entries in self-portraits (9)

Tuesday
Jul022013

Killin' It 083: Becoming Medusa At Local Project

 "Did I escape, I wonder?

My mind winds to you

Old barnacled umbilicus, Atlantic cable, 

Keeping itself, it seems, in a state of miraculous

repair." - Sylvia Plath, Medusa

 "She didn't deserve it." I thought as I filled the bathtub with chlorophyll and lemon balm. In the language of flowers and herbs, lemon balm says "Don't misuse me." I was thinking about Medusa.  Whether she had bragged about her beauty or if there was a rivalry between her and Athena, Medusa didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve to be raped by Poseidon in Athena's temple and she didn't deserve the wrath of Athena afterward. I dropped the plastic snakes into the water.

I was making a swamp. I needed to. I needed to be grounded and cleansed at the same time. To do this I had to become Medusa. I wrapped snakes in my hair and pinned the rest up, I applied makeup like a mask. "What if Medusa kept her beauty? What if Medusa was only hideous when the snakes awoke? These thoughts ran through my head as I tilted my head and arched. I've always thought of Medusa's hair as protection. The snakes lay dormant until danger was near, thus awaking them and her hideous scream turning those who wished to harm her to stone. I stepped into the water and emerged.

Medusa: "Her only crime was being beautiful" can be seen from July 6-20 at Local Project for the "Turned On" exhibit. Opening reception July 6th 6-10pm. Closing reception July 20 6-10 p.m. 

Local Project 45-10 David St. Long Island City. Right Near 5 Pointz

Facebook invite can be found here.

Close ups of the frame.

Original Images in the series.


 

Tuesday
Nov092010

How To 06: Finding Beauty, Finding The Muses - Self Portraits

I woke up to pouring rain and text messages from photographer Balthazar as he boarded his plane back to Wisconsin.  I'm lucky enough to live in a place that allows me to interract with some of the coolest creative people in the world.  That place is half here and half on the internet.

Every morning it's the same routine.  Get up, make coffee, turn on the computer, check email, make a list, create.  Sometimes it's easy to find inspiration and magic in the day and sometimes it's just plain painful.  Some days are dull, they're rainy, and cold, and drab.  But I manage to have my hands in enough that I'm never wondering what I should do next.

And that's something I've constantly had to work at.  There's nothing worse than being bored with your life or feeling that there's nothing out there.  Sometimes the end of one big project can put you in a bit of a depression.  In those times it's best to take a breather, find new inspiration, and  keep it moving. 

Everyone is born a genius, but the process of living de-geniuses them.
R. Buckminster Fuller

Sometimes it's in the form of photographs.  I use self-portraits as a way of shifting my thought process.  The act of being alone in a room with nothing but a camera and a timer, brings me to a different head space.  Sometimes I get something good, and other times it's unusable.  But there's always a shift and movement is key.  Other times it's fashion.  I'll be the first to admit I'm a girly girl at heart.  But I also believe there is an art to dressing and part of who I am is what I wear.  Mixing the two, I got this set of photos.

The writing on my arms is from a project I'm working on with Mike Lala.  The first set of photographs wil be up soon.  The dress is Betsey Johnson bought for a mere $17 at Beacon's closet.  The necklace is Betsey Johnson as well, a gift from bestie Sherene Schostak, and the shrug from Joyce Leslie for just $20.  I could thrift shop forever.  I love knowing that my clothing had a life of it's own before it came into my posession.  That maybe, just maybe it went to elegant parties, toasted with champagne, and ran along the beach in the spring.  These things inspire me, the thoughts, the stories behind objects.

The photos were taking in my bathroom and treated with vintage coloring.  I like self portraits because they allow me to see different sides of myself.  Growing up I wanted to be a writer and a photographer.  I had vivid dreams of grainy film, and dark rooms filled with images.  I wanted to be Marilyn Monroe and Claudette Colbert combined.  Sometimes we get our wishes in roundabout ways.

"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring."
Marilyn Monroe

Knowing what makes you tick will lead you to the muse.  Be ridiculous, play around, you don't have to take self portraits but create, even with a point and shoot, a pen and paper, or an iphone hipstamatic. Make things, make yourself, and create the world you want to live in.

Cleanup after the poetry project.

If I knew what the picture was going to be like I wouldn’t make it. It was almost like it was made already.. the challenge is more about trying to make what you can’t think of. -Cindy Sherman


Monday
Aug092010

Paramicha 07: Music to Paint To

I've been painting and doing readings all week.  In the meantime, here's a playlist, incase you're painting too. I'll have new art posted soon.


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Wednesday
Jul212010

Dreams Are Real 015: Gypsy Magic

For Wishes and Dreams to Come True:

Write your wish in pen on a bay leaf and then throw that bay leaf into a crackling fire.  It can be a candle as well.  Watch the leaf burn releasing your wish out into the universe.

Wednesday
Apr142010

Dreams Are Real 08: Magick

I used to dream of Chinese lanterns as decorations, wine bottles drenched in wax, and bohemian lace curtains.  I'd wake up to Armenian coffee and sandalwood incense, all while plotting my next painting.  Dreams are real, or at least sometimes they turn out to be.  My life is amazingly beautiful right now, filled with gorgeous friends, magical evenings, and an inner happiness I can't even begin to describe. 

I wore this vintage ensemble to Kim Boekbinder's show at Goodbye Blue Monday.  She dedicated her Gypsy song to me and as I watched her play and sipped my wine, it was one of those moments that I was so grateful to be alive.  Later Kim, Zelda Devon and a few others made our way to Williamsburg for late night burgers and impromptu tarot readings.  Please donate to her album fund so that we may be blessed with a full cd of Kim's gorgeous, gorgeous music.

Ladyfag's newest blog recently brought tears to my eyes and made my heart ten times bigger.  It reminds me of when I was a small little Gypsy, living on a farm in MA dreaming of a bohemian life.  We all have our attachments that stick with us through the years and inspire us for decades.  Watch this inspiring mini film titled Anastasia and Snegrouchka.  Darling Lady, you always hold a special place in my heart.

LADYFAG in ANASTASIA & SNEGUROCHKA from Stylelikeu on Vimeo.

 Yesterday was one of my dearest friend's birthday.  I've known Uli since I was just 14 and trotting around Northampton MA.  We moved to NYC at the same time and remained friends ever since, even living in the same building at one point, calling ourselves the Quincy Punks.  Yes my friends we lived on Quincy, right in Bed-Stuy.  It was a magical time. Uli is one of those people who I don't get to see nearly enough and cherish so deeply.  Happy Birthday Uli.

And thank you to my amazing friends Kim, Travis, Molly, Fred, Kurt, and Zelda for an amazing night of absinthe, corsets, and conversation.  I love you all.