Archive for October, 2009

Dear Landlord

Posted in constructions, music, projects with tags , , , , , , , on October 31, 2009 by darcyarts

Morning pages 10.31.09*

John Cale’s tinkling piano was a great addition to the sound that the Velvet Underground dragged out of the factory and into the consciousness of all deep thinking musicians.

John Cale, Pisces two, somehow the weaker. Weaker? I love the cello, the violin, the drone.

Left alone, I don’t sense the depth but everybody has a part to play.

I am awake and I have done my 10 miles on the fakebike after a couple of days off. Virus made my body achy and fatigued but not too bad.

Today Frank and I will go to Colleen Barry’s Halloween party. Time has worked things around so that the artist I’ve admired most in Redding has invited me to a gathering.

Beings of light and the powers that be have sent energy through time and here I am on the receiving end.

The sun is shining, I’m in my work space by the windows, looking out on the yard, listening to Lou Reed sing Heroin cuz I am tuned in to all the Velvets songs on my iPod. It’s a good morning.

“I’ll be your mirror,” sings Nico. “Please put down your hands, cuz I see you.”

I am waiting for iTunes to load up a new version of something. I just wanted to import the Velvets third and most holy album to my nano. I wait.

Earlier, I danced down the walkway outside the house while listening to I’m Waiting for My Man, a little double stepping to come down from the fakebike high, sloowly.

There are certain things we assume these days about staying alive. We assume that money is essential. We assume that we must go to work in exchange for money. We aren’t providing for our own needs. We aren’t growing everything we eat. We have been largely driven away from the agrarian format. We accept a lot of middle men in our lives.

“I’m waiting for my middle man.”

“Dear Landlord, please don’t take away my ____.” My what? Can’t remember Bob’s line. John Wesley Harding is a good LP. It’s been a long time.

Oh, no. It’s “please don’t put a price on”  something. On what?

Google, memory’s middle man, will help me out.

 

Oh, yeah “Dear landlord, please don’t put a price on my soul.” How could I forget? That’s what I’m taking about.

*Please forgive my self-indulgence. I’m trying out Julia Cameron’s free write experiment. This is my first day.

Taking It Easy

Posted in Art, dreams, reading, socialization with tags , , , on October 30, 2009 by darcyarts

I think after years of driving myself relentlessly to make, make make, I am actually succeeding in chilling out.

I am reading Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way, a book I bought after Kathy Mattea recommended it during an interview I must have done in 2006. I can’t believe it was that long ago but it was.

I wanted to start doing the morning pages but had to take Frank to school and catch up on errands. The car has been out of commission since Friday.

Morning pages is a free writing exercise that Cameron says will free the artist of the crap in the mind so that we can open up to the material flowing from the source. It’s meant to be a slow murder of our internal editor. She calls it the censor. Cool, I say.

The thing is, I already write my dreams out first thing in the morning and I blog as much as possible. That’s a lot of scribbling. Still I’d like the freedom to just write anything.

When I first read about the morning pages I was kind of attitudinal.

Julia Cameron writes:

“Living in a small adobe house that looked north to Taos Mountain, I began a practice of writing morning pages. Nobody told me to do them. I had never heard of anybody doing them. I just got the insistent, inner sense that I should do them and so I did. I sat at a wooden table looking north to Taos Mountain and I wrote.”

My response, scribbled back in the spring of 2006:

“She never heard of journals?”

I have been writing in a journal since I saw a fear Gemini friend attending to her books each day. We were in our late teen years.

The morning pages are supposed to be more of a free write with no thought to story, design or sense-making. I get it.

Back then I think I was just jealous that Cameron got to live in a small house in Taos and I was stuck in a crappy apartment on Del Sol Place in Redding.

My journals, many of which I still have, are close to being complete drivel. They are 87% boring crap. The point is to get that stuff out of the way so the faucets are opened for the good flow.

Just slowing down and letting myself get off the what-next train has allowed me to consider a few directions I’d forgotten I could go in.

My journalist’s post traumatic stress disorder had me shrinking from the idea of writing anything more challenging than blog posts. Over the last few weeks though I’ve been getting the urge to make stories. That’s a good thing.

The trick is not to dive back into the relentless mode too quickly (if ever). I need to establish a deep feeling of love and peace with my own imagination. I need to believe what bubbles up will sustain the full realization of the creation I see shimmering off in the distance.

I am going to a Halloween party tomorrow night where I expect there will be more than a few creative types. It will be good to talk to others. I’m going as a dream pirate.

Wonder what will make the best fake face tattoo?

I think I dream of this place.

Viral Vacation

Posted in esoterica, nature, reading, television with tags , , , , on October 29, 2009 by darcyarts

My immune system has been a real champ. I haven’t had so much as a sniffle in ages, literally years.

I’m (not quite fully) down with some sort of virus that is making me achy and spacey but it’s okay. I’m on my semi-permanent maker sabbatical these days. My only boss is my own relentless drive to fill the world with crazy colorful things.

This will be my vacation within a vacation. I didn’t really get hit with the full body thing until late in the morning. After my 9 mile fake-bike ride I watched Flipping Out, made sweet potato muffins, and then read.  An afternoon nap led to increased spaciness and listlessness interrupted by little bits of additional reading.

I am reading this book:

If you have never read any of Michael Newton’s books, pick one up. It’s very interesting stuff.

You don’t have to believe.

This Life Between Life regression therapy starts with a past life recall and then allows you to get to the place where we hang out between earthly incarnations.

It sounds pretty wild but 99 percent of everything I’ve read sounds plausible, coming from a hindu-friendly pov. Nothing really rang my bullshit detector alarm.

I’d definitely like to try it an LBL session with an experienced facilitator.

All I’ve got to say to those who may be aghast at the thought of this is:

How the hell can you be so sure you possess a complete understanding of the physical and spiritual terrain that may exist. Close-minded, fearful, unimaginative Christians I’m looking at you. No disrespect, yo.

I hate science fiction. I’m too lazy to want to keep all the strange invented stand-in constructions in my head as I read the story. I don’t want to imagine a whole alien world (though some elements of Newton’s research and case studies point to some things  alien enough for any sci-fi freak. See Destiny of Souls.

I prefer the crystal, sparkly, nature-esque environments and loving beings of light that populate most people’s other worldly regression experiences.

One of the case studies shared here is from the files of regression therapist David M. Pierce of Chico, CA. I love that he used the phrase “kick-ass” when conversing with a spirit guide. Dude! That is so rad (I am not being sarcastic).

Anybody with any past life recall or LBL experience I want to hear from you.

The Struggle

Posted in reading, television with tags , , , on October 28, 2009 by darcyarts

I went for it. I pulled that big old heavy TV right out of my dining area workspace. Gone.

I had turned on MSNBC and had it nattering in the background as I tried a prototype plush snail.

I love this woman newscaster. She’s smart, and dignified but I don’t need to be in a relationship with TV peeps. Or do I.

After an hour or so I was convinced this background noise added nothing to my creative experience.

Actually that’s not true. It added a sort of irritating buzz that I realized made me feel less good than if I had been listening to music or some pleasant radio show.

Out it went. No TV in the workspace

I will sell a good part of our collection of TVs on Craig’s list, along with the two fricking gigantic bean bags my dear son left behind.

These things are ridiculously heavy and large. They must be at least five feet in diameter, maybe six. Two of them stacked on top of one another nearly reach the ceiling. Whoever takes them will need a truck and a couple of sets of muscle to get them out of here.

They are very comfortable. They would make a cozy bed for a small child.

I need to declutter my space. I’m still trying to get it together to take the e-waste to the city dump. We have our own little mountain of ancient computer screens and machines. There are two or three pieces in every closet and this house has lots of closets.

Now that i think I’ve contracted Frank’s cold virus I don’t have the energy to do anything but talk about what will be done someday. Being under the weather means I’ll have only enough energy to read and write and watch the season three reunion of Flipping Out.

I’ve become to fond of Jeff Lewis. How did it happen?

I feel for him. I am entertained by the crazy mixed up sarcasm.

I found that one can watch video of season one, two and three  on line at Amazon! Dang! What is mod technology trying to do to me?

I’m definitely hooking up our third computer to the HDTV in the bedroom.

 

 

Still Floating, Still Dreaming

Posted in esoterica, nature with tags , , , on October 27, 2009 by darcyarts

I’m cutting against my strong work-ethic grain by allowing myself time to float and dream. After a months of nose-to-the-grind-stone effort I just spazed out. I need some time for contemplation.

I must admit I imagined going on and on, producing plush critters like a machine, right through December.

Saturn has been in in Virgo, my fourth house, for two years. In astrology Saturn is the stern task master. Virgo is service, work, duty and the Fourth house is the domain of home, self, family.

I live and work here at the DarcyArts home studio. It’s been a buzzing hive but now I feel a change coming.

It’s organic and that is a good thing.

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It’s all part of the process, part of the road I’ve driven down. I am learning to push doubt over the cliff.

I am exploring my dreams day and night. In sleep, I am a dream pirate. I sail in that beloved other world and search for treasure. I pick up nuggets, shiny symbols fraught with meaning and clues of every kind. I find maps that point me in my very own direction.

Saturn goes into Libra October 30th. That means it moves into my Fifth house. The Fifth house rules creativity, children, beauty, pleasure, games.

I was born with Saturn in Libra and this means I will be experiencing a Saturn Return.

So will Dr. Cornel West, one of my favorite academicians.

The Saturn return is a life cycle. We have our first about the age of 27 and our second about the age of 57.

Saturn keeps an eye on our progress of becoming our authentic selves. Did we, in the time allotted, develop the skills we need to live our dharma (true function)?

If we have run in the other direction, away from our authentic nature we will have a rough time with our Saturn Return. If we are flowing with what we are meant to experience it will be a good passage.

Withdrawal

Posted in Uncategorized on October 25, 2009 by darcyarts

I’ve been stringing this out for far too long. I really want to get off this shit but I don’t know if I can do it. I’m really sick of it but . . . “it’s like I have a gun in my mouth and I like the taste of the metal” or whatever Robert Downey Jr. told that judge. I used to be much worse. I used to love all the trappings of entertainment/media culture.

What do I get for my trouble?

I get raging egos, control freaks, really snarky “ironic”  humor, criminal-related reality shows, reality shows based on death, murder, evil ghosts, insecurity, self-loathing and a willingness to humiliate oneself and others (for what?) and way too many really irritating drug commercials about chemical concoctions nearly that, admittedly, might kill you.

I don’t need this crap in my head. I need to put down the cable TV.

I like HDTV. I didn’t want to but I do. I don’t have much time to watch it but I love film, cinema, movies.

I wish I could just get the stuff I wanted from cable — IFC, Sundance, TCM, AMC, the HD channels and, okay Bravo. Jeff Lewis put a spell on me.

I do love Castle because Nathan Fillion rocks and so does Stana Katic.

I love The Mentalist. Their entire cast is great. I think they hired a very heavy handed makeup artist for this season. The girls are looking like drag queens. I notice the makeup before anything else.

I can’t wait for Breaking Bad to return.

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I want to live free. I hate paying nearly $200 a month for my cable, phone, internet package. The cable overlords really need to allow consumers to choose only the channels they want. I don’t think they’d lose money.

Aren’t they afraid of internet streaming?

Hulu? They have commercial insertions? I’ll have to check it out. I could run a computer straight into my HDTV and then . . .

I need to go read a book.

New Mushrooms

Posted in Art, constructions, cute with tags , on October 24, 2009 by darcyarts

PipeGnomeLeanBHad the chance to do a photo session with the pipe gnome. He looks pretty happy with his find.

He photographs a little flatly compared to his brother gnome. You’ll see below. Maybe it’s just that his outfit is more a red-orange. Maybe I need schoolin.

PipeGnomeTwoShroomsLoPixThe morning dew still clings to the grass.

These would be cool printed on a very large sheet of paper.

My printer can do 13 x 19. What am I waiting for?

Maybe I’ll print some for the Shasta Arts Holiday sale.

It would be fun to try.

I wish I was a real shroom hunter and knew all about them. Could I have these for dinner? They look delicious.

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Somebody is very excited about his fat spongy domes. Where are the gnome women?

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