...and I'm back.
9.26.2009
9.21.2009
No, he is not from an evil parallel universe...
...he is just from North Korea.
It is amazing to think that while we get to do things like sit down for morning coffee, grab a burrito on a lunch break from work, and chat with friends over dinner, there are people on this very same planet, at this very moment, who are starving. Yes, I know this is not news to you--how many mothers have used this fact to guilt us into eating the rest of our dinner? However, the fact that North Koreans are practically blindfolded and isolated from the rest of the world, on top of being slowly starved--all by their own government--is not just circumstance, but severe injustice. If one could glance away from the nuclear glimmer in Kim's eyes for just a moment and see through his propaganda fog, one would find that a deeper atrocity has already been carried out. Yet, there are organizations that are working very hard to help North Korean people. Liberty in North Korea, headquartered right here in Los Angeles, is one such organization. They work in a grassroots way not only to raise awareness of the situation, but to directly aid NK escapees re-settle in the free world and prosper for the rest of their lives.
A real, live glimmer of hope.
It is amazing to think that while we get to do things like sit down for morning coffee, grab a burrito on a lunch break from work, and chat with friends over dinner, there are people on this very same planet, at this very moment, who are starving. Yes, I know this is not news to you--how many mothers have used this fact to guilt us into eating the rest of our dinner? However, the fact that North Koreans are practically blindfolded and isolated from the rest of the world, on top of being slowly starved--all by their own government--is not just circumstance, but severe injustice. If one could glance away from the nuclear glimmer in Kim's eyes for just a moment and see through his propaganda fog, one would find that a deeper atrocity has already been carried out. Yet, there are organizations that are working very hard to help North Korean people. Liberty in North Korea, headquartered right here in Los Angeles, is one such organization. They work in a grassroots way not only to raise awareness of the situation, but to directly aid NK escapees re-settle in the free world and prosper for the rest of their lives.
A real, live glimmer of hope.
9.20.2009
Yard (and Studio!) Sale
This Saturday, September 26, I will be participating in a fund-raising yard sale. Many of the works from What Happens (pictured above) will be among my offerings, along with some other interesting stuff. Yes, stuff. Stuff like CDs, housewares, and a sweet old single-slide projector.
100% of the funds will go to a group of my friends who are traveling to India next month to do some projects. One is to make a documentary in the foothills of the Himalayas, and the other is to put on a children's activity day-camp type thing at a school.
Come to the sale, drop a few bucks, and talk to my friend Rod about what he'll be shooting for this doc!
I'll also be making some delicious Iced Indian Red Tea.
4534 Ambrose Ave, in Los Feliz, 90027. It's near the big Albertson's shopping center on Hillhurst.
I will be there from 8:30am - 11am, and I'm not sure what time the party will stop, but I will make the appropriate update here in this entry when I find out.
Hope to see you there, Cheers!
9.19.2009
these are a few of the beautiful things...
...Yes, I was singing that to the tune of "My Favorite Things" from The Sound of Music. (No, I don't really like musicals.)
Anyhow, as I get back into the blogging saddle, I have decided to sprinkle a few personal anecdotes and goings-on into the mix. This should result in more frequent posting, and will serve as a nice notepad/record for my post-post-studio practice. Ha!
Now, on to the topic at hand--beautiful things. Specifically, I wish to make an account of two heart-moving occurrences I've recently witnessed;
1) At a local used bookshop, a boy of about age thirteen was standing behind me in line with an older brother/uncle/mentor type figure. I say older only because he was older than the boy--he was a young man himself, twentysomething at most. The boy was holding an unknown H.G. Wells paperback with some fantastic, funky cover art and said "Yeah, I think I want to buy this," in a half excited, half timid tone. The brother/uncle/mentor smiled encouragingly and told the boy he'd like to buy it for him. The boy's responding grin was also half excited and half timid, but totally heart-melting.
2) In a museum, in a very dark gallery, a woman was with a young boy (again, around age thirteen). The boy was blind. They walked arm in arm as the boy tapped with his cane, and they proceeded through a thick velvet curtain which was a passage into an exceedingly bright gallery space. And when I say exceedingly bright, I mean it--they were walking into a space featuring a sculptural installation that consisted of a grouping of flood lights, creating a blinding-white wall. So, you can imagine how the light streamed through the draping velvet as they passed. Maybe it's cheesy, but it was a kind of bittersweet, allegorical moment.
Anyone else catch a moment like this lately?
Over and out. . .
Anyhow, as I get back into the blogging saddle, I have decided to sprinkle a few personal anecdotes and goings-on into the mix. This should result in more frequent posting, and will serve as a nice notepad/record for my post-post-studio practice. Ha!
Now, on to the topic at hand--beautiful things. Specifically, I wish to make an account of two heart-moving occurrences I've recently witnessed;
1) At a local used bookshop, a boy of about age thirteen was standing behind me in line with an older brother/uncle/mentor type figure. I say older only because he was older than the boy--he was a young man himself, twentysomething at most. The boy was holding an unknown H.G. Wells paperback with some fantastic, funky cover art and said "Yeah, I think I want to buy this," in a half excited, half timid tone. The brother/uncle/mentor smiled encouragingly and told the boy he'd like to buy it for him. The boy's responding grin was also half excited and half timid, but totally heart-melting.
2) In a museum, in a very dark gallery, a woman was with a young boy (again, around age thirteen). The boy was blind. They walked arm in arm as the boy tapped with his cane, and they proceeded through a thick velvet curtain which was a passage into an exceedingly bright gallery space. And when I say exceedingly bright, I mean it--they were walking into a space featuring a sculptural installation that consisted of a grouping of flood lights, creating a blinding-white wall. So, you can imagine how the light streamed through the draping velvet as they passed. Maybe it's cheesy, but it was a kind of bittersweet, allegorical moment.
Anyone else catch a moment like this lately?
Over and out. . .
9.10.2009
unabsence
Hello. I'm on my way back to this blog from a longish absence. I've been traveling, working, and spending high-quality time with people. I'm almost back, now...
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