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Ahhhhhhhhh…
NYC, the city I grew to know and love so well.
How I hear the swish of wet tires cruising down your streets with an occasional horn blaring at either some hapless passerby or mad yellow careening down your avenues.
I miss you, my dark and lovely city filled with light, love, creative energy and beautiful skin the color of every hue.
I hear the beat that is your heart still beating within mine, far off on a distant shore and I remember, smile…and think of Brooklyn.
You’ll always be home to me.

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Ahhhhhhhhh…

NYC, the city I grew to know and love so well.

How I hear the swish of wet tires cruising down your streets with an occasional horn blaring at either some hapless passerby or mad yellow careening down your avenues.

I miss you, my dark and lovely city filled with light, love, creative energy and beautiful skin the color of every hue.

I hear the beat that is your heart still beating within mine, far off on a distant shore and I remember, smile…and think of Brooklyn.

You’ll always be home to me.

The Bhagavad Gita simplified.

oceanofmind:

Why do you worry without cause? Whom do you fear without reason? Who can kill you? The soul is neither born, nor does it die. Whatever happened, happened for the good; whatever is happening, is happening for the good; whatever will happen, will also happen for the good only. You need not have any regrets for the past. You need not worry for the future. The present is happening…right now. What did you lose that you cry about? What did you bring with you, which you think you have lost? What did you produce, which you think got destroyed? You did not bring anything - whatever you have, you received from here. Whatever you have given, you have given only here. Whatever you took, you took from God. Whatever you gave, you gave to Him. You came empty handed, you will leave empty handed. What is yours today, belonged to someone else yesterday, and will belong to someone else the day after tomorrow. You are mistakenly enjoying the thought that this is yours. It is this false happiness that is the cause of your sorrows. “Whatever you took, you took from God. Whatever you gave, you gave to Him. You came with nothing, you will leave with nothing.” Change is the law of the universe. What you think of as death, is indeed life. In one instance you can be a millionaire, and in the other instance, you can be steeped in poverty. Yours and mine, big and small - erase these ideas from your mind. Then everything is yours and you belong to everyone. This body is not yours, neither are you of the body. The body is made of fire, water, air, earth and ether, and will disappear into these elements. But the soul is permanent - so who are you?

I suppose since “Thursday’s I’m in Love” is going to be mostly about the art openings I hit up around this here city of Angels, I’d best get on with it.

As follow-up to my previous post “The London Police” and Dan Baldwin, here’s some more images from the show and some more background on exactly who these artists are and what they’re doing.

Entering Carmichael’s Gallery you find yourself the space occupied by Dan Baldwin’s dark and wonderfully bright iconoclastic images that bridge the gap between the imagination, reality and the things nightmares are made of.  Just take a look at Halfway between the Gates of Hell and The Garden of Eden (on the previous post) and this posts “Life in Nature is Cruel”.

All of Baldwin’s work in this show is great, be it one of the paintings I mention above, the ceramic vessels, or something not mentioned…it’s all worthwhile catching before the show comes down and should not be missed.

The back half of Carmichael’s is where you could find Chaz and Bob of The London Police holding court as one of their LADS towered over the crowd from the far wall of the space.  Known for their bold detailed graphics this show also features another of their talents…in short film-making.  ”Brothers in Arms” is the result of an experiment that would put to test their friendship, work, and patience with each other.  It’s pretty funny and as their flyer say’s…”Handcuffed together for 5 days. One of them could only handle 4”.

The London Police were incredibly fun and you can understand why when you see how they collaborate on each piece and put their talents together to make the whole.

If you’re in the LA area, catch these shows while they’re still up.  You won’t be sorry.

The London Police “Brothers in Arms” and Dan Baldwin “Disillusion” run through October 1, 2009

Carmichael Gallery of Contemporary Art, 1257 N. La Brea Ave., West Hollywood, CA 90038 www.carmichaelgallery.com

GO SEE SOME GOOD STUFF!

THURSDAY’s I’m In Love…

9/24/09

With Art, as is usually the case in most large cities on Thursday’s, art openings abound — and LA is no exception.  Last week found me checking out two exhibits at the Carmichael Gallery of Contemporary Art. The London Police’s “Brothers in Arms” and Dan Baldwin’s “Disillusion” series.

Before I begin gushing on the great art done by both of these artists, let me just say I really dig the Carmichael Gallery and what they are doing.  It’s a way cool space.  Since I’ve been in LA I’ve been there twice. Believe me when I say this, I’ll go to more!  Carmichael puts on a great opening for its artists, accommodating both large and small scale pieces and setting them up nicely for viewing.  There’s always some sort of lovely libation, be it wines by Bear Flag (not bad actually), a nice cold Grolsch or an iced tea drink; there’s pretty much something for everyone.  And of course, the wonderful crowds of fellow art appreciators, all of which were on hand for the London Police/Baldwin show.

Well, enough gushing about the space…it’s the ART I’m in Love w/on Thursday’s and this particular opening was a nice juxtaposition of blazing color and groovy black and white graphics.  But first things first…

Artist/poet, Nancy Broderzen and her pet boa as hair ornament.

Artist/poet, Nancy Broderzen and her pet boa as hair ornament.

Music is the can-opener of the soul. It makes you terribly quiet inside, makes you aware that there’s a roof to your being.
Henry Miller, Tropic of Capricorn
Surrender Dorothy…

The Wicked Witch of the WestSo, today marked the 70th Anniversary of The Wizard of Oz and I don’t know about you but this film ALWAYS leaves me with a smile on my face.  I was lucky enough - literally speaking to actually be going to see another movie when I got to the theater this evening and noticed that it was playing…for ONE NIGHT ONLY!  How could I ever pass up seeing one of my favorite groups of misfits on screen chumming it up with the likes of the little people of Munchinkinland?  I couldn’t and if you didn’t get a chance to see this fantastic classic in all its technicolor glory, well, you missed it and will probably have to wait another 70 years for it’s 140th anniversary.

There is truly nothing as great as getting to see an old classic like this on the big screen.  I can only imagine what the colors must have looked like to someone on acid, they’re so bright and well, damn colorful!  Makes you wonder in awe when you think of the time the original film was made and how fabulous it still looks in comparison to current film and the quality put into costumes, stage, etc.  And all I can say is WOW!

I love the Wizard of Oz and the Wicked Witch of the West in all her evil mean greenness…she rocks and has gone on to inspire many a costumed lil witch on Halloween, not to mention Gregory McGuire’s book, Wicked.  Albeit, more of a misfit herself in his version and not quite as evil as one would think.  Such is the lovely twist for those of us who actually like witches…in McGuire’s book, it’s Glinda, of the frothy gown, sparkles and bubble as transpo that’s the evil one.  Goes to show ya, you can’t always judge a book by its cover.

new beginnings, new beginnings, new beginnings… now to just get started!