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29.2.12

In Living Color - The Disfunctional Home Show (Pork AND Beans!)

27.2.12

promo video tester

This isn't the real thang, but it's what we're workin on currently. :) Thought it'd make ya as excited as it made me.

19.2.12

one of my favorite Jim Carry moments

15.2.12

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9.2.12

I feel as if I have only now begun swimming in a boundless ocean, one that was just a small pond not too long ago. In the comfortable bath of my existence, I thought I had mastered the art of staying afloat. Although, in such shallow waters, this was no hard feat. There simply wasn’t enough room for the natural swells to surge and challenge my ability to ride them; so I closed my eyes and just lay there with my back against the glassy surface.

Presently, I am face to face with a deeper sea, vastly beyond my experience. With my eyes wide open, I am vigorously kicking to make great strides toward touching land – even if it means unknown territory and unfulfilled expression. In pursuit of surviving my own perfect storm, my heart inflates and grows bigger with fresh blood in order to maneuver and move through such waves of emotion. I strive to hear the soft whisper of intuition amongst the loud and quivering chatter of doubt and fear, hoping the inherent wisdom that was once lost is soon-to-be found and rained down over me.

Still treading water, a smile sinks onto my face and I am truly humbled by my great efforts, at one time, to control this magnificent chaos.

5.2.12

Another goldfish y mas

Oh my god you guys, I'm losing my mind but I'm having so much fun it's disgusting. $15 for a block of clay that can make eight sculptures or so this size, AND it never hardens until you bake it so you can animate with it. I'm beginning to dip my toes into the idea of animation, and I'm super excited about it! Learning about different ways you can do it and how they can be combined to be made manageable. Eeeeeeeee joy.

2nd goldfish attempt, this one's called Ana. I'm going to paint her with red, orange and gold. Maybe a little lavender, ooh la la.

Oh and by the by, that broken-down tree is on the road to Hay-Bales' house in the valley :)

31.1.12

A little something before bedtime

30.1.12

B&W Point&Shoot

You Will Turn Away

I'm usually too self-conscious or too lazy to write much, even knowing how good it is for the soul. On my latest flight across the Atlantic, though, I was very pleased to find myself unable to stop. I'd like to share some of those writings with you, despite my aforementioned hesitancy. Here are some thoughts on the creative process and of the real bitch in can be.

Do away with distraction.

At first you may be horrified by the sight of your atrophied dream, the pitiful state of your embryonic destiny. You will hear one thousand mocking voices and one million I-told-you-so's. You will want more than anything to turn away; to eat, to sleep, to clean, to hang-out, to drink, to fuck, to fuck-off, to tweet and facebook and rot comfortably back in front of your macbook pro. You will do anything to mute those desperate whimpers, the laments of your soul. You will turn away. You will cover up your embarrassment and shrink from the truth; you will cower and hide and reach for a snickers bar. It will be too much to bear and you will return to the sick and poisoned breast of your false mother.

Some time goes by, you frolicking about in a sort of complacent, happy stupor, until again, you notice a dull pain deep in your stomach, though this time slightly more pronounced than last. Like a toothache it won't go away; it will be insistent, nagging - more bothersome than painful. Eventually, you can't help it and you must scratch the itch. You drag your eyes from the fanfare around you and rest them on the blank page, the creative act... and this, slowly, becomes a mirror, a reflection of your true inner state.

As the image comes into focus, thoughts, emotions, fears, ghosts, sorrows and joys hurtle towards you intent on ripping the layers of shit you've covered yourself in off of your body. They want to splice you open; to bleed you, to break and shatter you. What they want is to make you anew. What they want is to open you wide so that you can drink in the universe and birth the world. What they want is to show you your true, manifold face.

Your coddled, conditioned mind will not like this, will thrash about like a fish on land and throw childish tantrums. But you will get, through the tumult, a taste of your most glorious nature. This torrent, this godlike blast of real shit will threaten to break you open and it will scare you to hell. Actually, it'll scare you into turning away once more, and you flip open your netflix to watch the next Office episode.

Easels and Ezra

I have a thing for fish, can't stop drawing them and painting them. :) I made that little sculpture fish to pose so that I can paint him like crazy with reference instead of trying to find good fish photos in books and online. I think I might make a whole school of colorful sparkly fish and hang them from my ceiling so it looks like they're swimming through my house. This is the first, his name is Ezra, and I love him. I hope you like him too.

Also, as you can see with the cracked up self portraits, my ribs gave me some grief this month. Can't lay out art projects on the floor so much anymore, so I went ahead and bought myself a real deal no-shit portable easel so I can sit or stand while I'm working and look out the window! Isn't it lovely!?

Fifth photo down is "Oso drops the Golden Ball and the briar rises from the water." It's an illustration for the ultimate moment of conflict in my story where sleeping beauty and the frog prince come together. :) Pastel on matte board has become a new favorite of mine.

Gearing up, paying discmakers, rehearsing with the group, writing new tunes, making a website, gonna be good shit. Lining up shows and picking the best one for a CD release.

Thinking of you friends and hoping you are well. I'm grateful for you all. (and did I mention I'm exceedingly proud of you fuckers as well? I didn't? Well shit, I am.)

26.1.12

Precious Moments...

Gallup, NM

25.1.12

Group Affirmation

Today's words of wisdom come from Rev. Bonnie Rose -

"Today - I acknowledge that the facts that once held me hostage no longer have any power over me...I recognize everything as something created and something that can easily dissolve through my clear intention for greater well-being. I love being a Deliberate Creator; I love my life. And so it is."

Aaaaaamen!

19.1.12

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13.1.12

A Murder of Crows and Snow (2 of 4)

Moms and Dads!!

So far 2012 has quite possibly been turning into the best year of my little life. It seems all I have to do is give some meditation and focus to exactly what I want for myself, and BAM, it smacks me in the face- friendly-like, as if to say, "Here I am, ya dummy!" And then I grin and say, "Oh well of course, how did I not see that before???"

Yesterday at 11 a.m. I went to a photo shoot- My friend Christian put together a new record, and every musician that participated was in the photo shoot. As we were wandering around the gallery being goofy and having our pictures taken, I was once again struck by the amount of joy that has filled my life, by the people that I have come to befriend up here, and by the depth of our friendships.

I was also astounded by their ambition and talents, and by their drive to get shit done. I thought to myself,"Inés, you really need to pick up the slack. You need a real promo video, a press kit, a website..." As I let these thoughts flood me I became a bit overwhelmed, as I have a proclivity toward doing...

But as we were leaving the gallery, two of those wonderful friends asked me, "Hey, can we shoot an idea the artist video today? A promo video, ya know?"

This is what happened.