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Reflections of Light

Posted in design, esoterica, finds, music, rock n roll, shopping, travel with tags , , , , , , , on December 8, 2010 by darcyarts

The Discovery shop is always full of very nice things. on my last visit I could not leave the store without this beautiful wreath.

It adds light on a wall that gets none.

This old house was built to avoid having Redding’s summer sun beat in any of the windows. The living room is especially shaded.

Mirrors are strategically placed to catch and reflect light.

They can be found all over town in the sweet little thrift shops.

Thanks to all the wonderful volunteers that do such a good job running my three favorite second hand stores — Discovery Shop, the All Saints thrift store and The Attic.

I’m off to the work space soon but thought I would share a few pis of our nest as we jive it up for Xmas (remember Christians, in Greek X = Christ).

It’s nice to have some extra holiday sparkle while I’m stitching what will be other’s gifts to give.

This small tree was a Discovery Shop find a few years back. Why kill a tree when you can pick up a cute fake so easily?

I do miss the smell of the bows but the last few trees I bought were long past being fragrant. We may do big trees again when grandchildren come.

This little lighted church was an All Saints find as I recall.

So cute, eh? The little trees light up. The light pole will to when I set it on a solid base after inserting a little stringed Christmas light. I’ll get there.

Still hoping I have enough energy to get myself down to the De Young to catch the once in my lifetime chance to see the works of some my favorite artists. Maybe right after Christmas.

Maybe right before if daughter, Jess can come back for the holiday but I’m not getting my heart set on that possibility.

The light wreath brightens up the music wall. Maybe when I’m in SF I’m make to Amoeba for a few more vinyl treasures. Last time there I bought a fresh copy of Incredible String Band’s first, the Velvet Underground’s third and Lullabies to Paralyze by Queens of the Stone Age.

Jess gave me the Girls album Album. That was super cool gift last year.

If I was loaded with cash I’d rent a truck and haul off half of Amoeba’s inventory.

You can see the Incredible String Band LP in the picture of Jessica’s typewriter candle art piece. I love this artwork. It reminds me of Allen Ginsberg. Someday Jessica will blow minds on a mass scale with her work.

Son Brian will, too. I feel great things coming. Good minds and hearts will be valued.

Did anyone see James Franco on the Actor’s Studio last night? That young man is a maniac. Lust for Life.

Okay, enough decor for one day. Off to work.

May happy holiday vibes infect you and may we all be, at least occasionally, as deliriously driven as James Franco.

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.

You Know I Love Andy

Posted in Art with tags , , , , , , on May 11, 2008 by darcyarts

Andy Warhol was one of the coolest Americans hatched this last century. He dug strange people, encouraged everyone to create supported the Velvet Underground, implanted Nico into their midst loved and honored drag queens and understood, better than anyone else, the psychic motivations of capitalism and celebrity worship.

Though he felt like a haunted Catholic ugly duckling at times deep inside I think he knew that he was a stunning creature with a searingly brilliant and alien intelligence. Amen.

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