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Good Gray Day

Posted in Art, dreams, family with tags , , , on March 4, 2009 by darcyarts

This morning the sun is shining. The air is crisp.

Monday’s  trip to the Churn Creek Road post office was made on a gray day.

Here is what stopped me before I got to the door:

triowhiteflowergraypoGray and white with the tiniest hint of magenta in the center.

Another bud, midway through unfurling its petals had a lovely green   in the center. It looks more like a Gardenia, like it accidentally bloomed on the wrong plant.

All I wanted was to capture a little of the glory.

whitebudcl It hardly seemd that the photos would turn out.

The light was low. I snapped a couple more on the way out as the sun came out momentarily from behind a cloud bank.

The gray gravel is so bland but looking at them now I kind of like the minimalist thing.

triowwindowYesterday, with the moon in Taurus, frustration overtook me. I’ve decided, in future, to watch TV and eat when the moon drifts through that earth sign. It always makes me feel plodding and thick.

Today the moon must be nearly in Gemini. I’ll check the ephemeris later.

Astrology is a language I have been speaking all my life. There weren’t many books in my grandparents’ home but there were pop astrology magazines, movie magazines and my great grandma’s pop esoteric  religious books like The Power of Positive Thinking by Norman Vincent Peale.

Marie Conner Blacker was a cool gal. A Taurus.

She’d suffered in love and was uber soulful. She was, no doubt, one of the early sources of the bent toward the rebellious in our family. An Illinois girl who found her way to the big city, Chicago and probably indulged in the radical things blossoming in the 1920s.

She loved Edna St. Vincent Millay. She loved Mahalia Jackson. I see them both in her.

Okay. This post has been interrupted by strange phenomena.  I was rolling along trying to add a photo that I had used here before. In my attempt to copy it from the media library here at DarcyArts the copy came out very large. That’s why the photo is cut in half.

Am I the only one who sees that slight red tinge in this black and white photo? Anybody see the face?

The whole original photo is here.

On close examination this “face” looks like Frank or Osama Bin Laden, bothof them Taurus, too. I love Taurus. So stubbornly insistent.

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Jimmy Page, Heartbreaker!

Posted in music with tags , , , , , on August 18, 2008 by darcyarts

I don’t know from personal experience but I have heard Jimmy page was the ultimate heartbreaker.

His charm they say was his spellbindingly fey manner. Polite, seemingly sweet all wrapped up in pretty shirts and velvet and then underneath was seething passion.

But like any young man with all the magikal right stuff he knew how to take advantage of the spellbound and did, frequently.

Words of love and hints of possibility dripped easily from his sweet mouth like morning dew, they say.

Back in the days when musician-loving women were path-forging iconoclasts, Mr. Page was the top of the mountain.

I was too young to have the kind of feelings that propelled other girls into his sticky, sticky spider web. But I once had a fleeting moment of access to him.

I was not a beautiful girl and that being so  I was saved from a debaucherous and dissolute ending.

After reading Catherine James’ book Dandelion I’m more convinced that ever that beauty is a blessing and a curse.

It was Melodyland again. Janice and I went to see another of my favorite bands, The Yardbirds.

I was bummed to find that Jeff Beck had departed. It was his guitar-playing innovation that had won my allegiance and also Keith Relf’s strangely attractive voice.

During the show I managed to work up a massive crush on Chris Dreja. Yummy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I mean look for yourself. Jimmy is in the middle and on the left, Chris Dreja. Drummer Jim McCarty is on the right. Who’s cuter? Who’s got the big cute nose and the sweet lips? Dreja was my cup of tea.

As the band left the stage, walking up our aisle from the center of the room to the backstage area, we left out seats and followed them. I was walking right behind the pink velvet-clad ass of Jimmy Page. I felt nothing but a platonic curiosity about the tall, rail-thin, soon-to-be undeniable guitar god. 14-year-olds can be so, like, you know, clueless.

The Beckless Yardbirds went their way that night into the arms of some more grown up ladies and Janice and I went home to our tame little lives. I would not be ravished by Mr. Page or even hold hands with Chris Dreja.

Chris Dreja has a blog. Unfortunately he has not kept up the long, interesting entries but check it out. Maybe if I pleaded with him he start up again.

Cantinflas and Mexican Cinema

Posted in film, television with tags , , , , on July 15, 2008 by darcyarts

Instead of ancestors I had cinema. The faces and personalities that filled screens in Hollywood’s golden years populated my mind.

I grew up in Santa Ana surrounded by Mexican culture. The ranches and orange groves for which the county was named were originally Spanish land grants. And let me remind everyone, California was Mexico only 160 years ago.

 Cantinflas was part of my early life. Fortino Mario Alfonso Moreno Reyes was like a home boy.

Filmmaking was born at the turn of the last century. Cinema thrived internationally and many nations had, by the 20’s, created a stong body of work.

Mexico was among them. Director Emilio Fernandez and actors Pedro Armendariz and Emilio Fernandez were the bedrock of mid century Mexican Cinema.

Cantiflas made it pop.

In the 30’s and 40s North American film set the standards and dominanted the industry. When the politics surrounding World War II cut off parts of that market America passionately courted Latin American countries. This allowed for the cross over of Latin stars like Portuguese/Brazilian singer dancer Carmen Miranda, Dolores Del Rio of Durango, Mexico, Lupe Valez, Katy Jurado of Guadalajara.

Katy Jurado was the bomb.

She did a lot of acting in North American film and TV. This still is from “High Noon.”

Why would anybody choose Grace Kelly’s whimpy, judgemental wife over Katy Jurado as the passionate mistress?

Cantinflas was not as beautiful as Jurado but he became a beloved figure. And who has a cooler mustache?

Cantinflas died in 1993.

What was Radical Then . . .

Posted in Art with tags , , , , , , on June 30, 2008 by darcyarts

My postcard work last week led me to try some of the collage images that I originally did in 2006 on matchboxes. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I chose interesting faces. Like Paramahansa Yogananda.

I read his autobiography when I young. He seemed very cool. He reminded me of my friend Alice Marquez. Both had the same hair and similar soul shines.

Alice came from a middle class family in Santa Paula. She was an Aquarius and wanted to change the world. Alice was among the group of UCSB students who tried to burn down the Bank of America in Isla Vista. The woman in the background of the pix on the site above looks alot like Alice.

It sounds tremendously foolish now but back then I guess it made some amount of sense to those young people. I guess it took a while for them to learn that the corporate state could smash them like tiny ants.

Alice is just a regular mom now. I think she works in the office at the school her kids attended.

For more retro-protest fun here is an excerpt from a guy’s novel about the bank burning with lots of pix.

Here are two more postcards from the matchbox set:

Drummer extraordinaire Ginger Baker and and the iconic image of Che Guevara.

South Market Street on either side of the railroad tracks is just full of tarnished jewels. I tried a few of these as postcards.

This photo captures a beautiful juxtaposition. It is born of my strange obsession with aging electrical boxes. I see them everywhere but how many people notice this fabulous, faded orange-red box?

The blue sky, the green trees, the tan brush and the great yellow X on the left door of this thing just makes me so happy.

It’s like a forgotten industrial flower dropped into the environment. I’m sure it started out bright and slick and over the years, as it did it’s job of protecting its electrical innards, it slowly faded and grew into something that’s sort of become part of the vegetation.

Look at this box car. It’s that same faded red-orange. It’s scuffed and rusted. The track is rust colored, the wheels are, too. Thess colors in the orange range look so good with the green trees and the blue sky.

 

 

 

Doesn’t the box car with tree look like an image from the ’40s?

 

 

Last Thursday I wanted a stamp of a cup of coffee. I made this little block.

I cut the coffee section away so now I must color in the coffee. I can make it black or a light cafe with various amounts of cream to color depending on my mood. I could even make it hot chocolate or any kind of tea. It’s now a flexible cup.

If I had cut the block perfectly it would always end up filled with the same drink.

 

 

There is a cool thing on Kelly Brewer’s site this morning. After you view the sweet video come back and check out Matt Harding’s alternative success story.

Bill Hicks on Sunday Morning

Posted in Art, socialization, television, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on June 29, 2008 by darcyarts

This is Bill Hicks. He was a comedian who worked until 1994 when he died of pancreatic cancer.

His point of view was in stark contrast to that of his upbringing. He was raised in a southern Baptist home. His parents were good people but Bill just wasn’t having any of the close-minded dogma.

Love or Fear, Light or Darkness I agree that it really does all boil down to shining the light or extinguishing it.

Here are Bill’s last words to the public.

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