A sun filled Tuesday with fellow NYCH Gallery worker, Mesilla. Walking around Pilsen hanging up flyers for SPLATTER/POP UP FASHION EXHIBIT. Going down Friday, April 15th @ 643 W. 18th St. For more info head to NYCH Gallery on Facebook.
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[Somebody's gotta say something] Artist P. Scott sets fire to paradigms of perception this April. Pulling resources from the inner workings of the mind and shattering social norms. Melting ideas into the pulsing New York veins of graffiti. Hold onto your fricken pants, people. NYCH Gallery presents the opening reception for this month of April. "Put your heart, mind and soul into even your smallest acts. This is the secret of success." - P. Scott In "Shattered Pyramids," artist P. Scott lights a torch of truth to Western linear and dichotomous perceptions of life and death. "Far out", one might say. The inside out process of Scott's art starts out with constructing 3D mixed-media and found object installations. Destroying them, and then reconstructing new pieces from the remnants of the former ideas. Scott’s highly and inherently structural designs are demolished, but the fragmented remains find their reawakening in new static configurations. This daring approach enables P. Scott to move beyond institutional norms. Exploring a play of freedom and structure urging us to consider what forms live beyond these constructs. Just as physical structures find renaissance in chaos, humanity too has the knowing power of ultimate transformation. Triggering a revolution of the entire belief systems in times of discord through P. Scott's use of black and white. Scott exposes a fetish for opposites, Attracting the opposites into one cohesive piece of art. The hope to trigger a flickering light bulb in the head of the audience. P.Scott successfully deconstructs and transcends common notions of race and identity into the atmosphere at NYCH Gallery. As humanity circles into the cycle of death and rebirth one must be prepared to shatter pyramids of the past to transcend current reality and imagine new possibilities. All reading eyes are invited to NYCH Gallery Friday, April 8th 6 -10pm. Free entry & BYOB 643 W. 18th St. xoxo Urban Girl Word.
I've got a master plan
I've been working on it from the start Plugging in all of the numbers Just cause it starts off slowly Doesn't mean it don't have heart We can walk Taking you right back to the start The start is here The start is now The start is everything Everything that I need -My Morning Jacket starting off this 1 am thought, strong and full of fire. Just a like a hand you'd take of a friend. Everything that you want is apart of the master plan. Everything that you need. Apart of a flowing river. Oh so sweet Some people do cool shit for Spring Break. Some do cool shit for their own sanity in regards to their mind/body/soul. A few home-town peeps from Lowell strapped in for an adventure far out west to Cali. Cheers to that. Not many young people leave Lowell with a destination in mind to thoroughly enjoy themselves. I raise my red chalice to you guys for making it out there and living it up. "It's California, mostly full of nonsense and delusion. But I feel like I belong here."- N. Zag Photo cred: Schyler Tully "West is the best." - The Doors
Nothing describes the feeling of home more than this room. The power of my hand and brain linked up to create the graphite image before you. The photo on the right was taken by a photography student who goes to school in Chicago. She asked me to be apart of an environmental photo shoot. You can guess what my answer was...
Her and I met while we were judging speeches for Decathlon. Despite the sinus cold she had, our conversation was as easy as the river of air that flows up your nose and into your bloodstream. Weird, yes. That's what harmonized us together. Thanks to Maureena, I was able to draw what I never thought was possible. I stand lucky to have artist P.Scott as my boss at NYCH Gallery. I remember watching him brainstorm for this one at a NYCHflix event on the computer. He's some sort of genius I tell you.
http://www.pscottart.com/ Liz Mares has been as giving as the sun and as helpful as the wind on a pollen filled Summer.
I met Liz back in the Fall at my first design conference. Nervous I was. Choked on water if that tells you how I was feeling. .Around five or so speakers gave their two cents on having success in this graphic world, Liz Mares spoke a gold line of truth I could apply. I almost left the building without getting her information. THANK GOD, I went to the open bar after the event to get her info. This moment changed my life for the better. Liz has been treating my face with natural products to help me in this skin toned world. She works as an esthetician outside her eclectic apartment using natural products and always sharing her latest learned knowledge. Loaning me her favorite books off the shelf of her home and heart. Always sharing, loving, and reminding me patterns are apart of life. To feel the curves through a smile is living life with grace. Thank you for your love for lines. For these lines have somehow brought us together. Thank you, Liz Mares. You've been a true golden gift to my soul. Want more: lizmares.com Much love, Bob Ross I remember now.
Future job opportunity: Menu writer for sandwich shop. I'm up for the gig. First on my list: BBQ Pulled Pork Sandwich would be called the "Fuck Yeah!". Why you ask? Why name a sandwich "Fuck Yeah!". Oh. Good question fellow reader, the reason why I would call it Fuck Yeah is clear. The first bite of a good sandwich should always be a "fuck yeah" mumbled mouth full of food. Maybe even let your eye roll up and back in disbelief of such BBQ-sweet goodness. Fuck yeah. (Sorry grandma.) I'm finally back typing in this box under this name of talkingstones. Feels normal and swell to be back. My finger tips are covered in ranging mountains of paint (dried of course). Honest to god forgot what I pulled this blog up to write about. That kills me.
All I know is I have a yearn to write. No fright. Just delight. Not a friend in sight. Little poety wave for you there. Oui la la. I've been in the creative "zone". More like a mist of air. My imagination keeps pulling me towards old canvas', open notebooks, and guitars in coffee shops. My feet tap to a tune my consciousness fondly grins along to; a tune of harmony. Here's to maybe remembering what I meant to write about in the first place. It would NOT be in inverted pyrmaid. One day it might. My writing may be on paper or online for an Advertising company's profit. My imagination will be my mover. I imagine my imagination taking my human body where it shall go. For now, it sits here. On my basement carpet. Belly fulla half a pulled bbq pork sandwhich. Want more. Get more. |
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