Imma fly

     Change the frequency to increase the wave of light to decrease the blue to manipulate the gravity field and you'll fly. Into space, if desired.

For the love of consequences

     Какое страшное слово - consequences, unpleasant, to say the least. А по-русски обычное слово - последствия, и ничего, переживём. But shouldn't consequences be loved? It is, after all, the force that brings change, opens up eyes and doors, and minds; it's something that makes you think, understand. And let me tell you, most of the time people (read "I") only notice what is called to be "bad" consequences, hence the negative vibe, no? And no one (read "I") wants to accept that they've brought it onto themselves. I fight myself all the time - "I didn't do this, not my fault". But it is! And it's magnificent! Look around now - the dust is lifting, the air is moving, things are becoming alive! Life is in motion. Look up the old fart who was sadly bedridden because of arthritis, and then started dancing. Google will tell you. Meanwhile, I'll tell you a story that might not have anything to do with anything, but then it does. It's like a loop, if you will. Or won't. I was sitting there one day with my best friend, drinking tea. She'd been a vegan for a while at that time, and I had just started to give up certain foods out of curiosity. And so she tells me, "After sometime of not eating meat, you realize the absurdity of eating meat, it just doesn't make any sense." I didn't say anything but I thought to myself, "what a load - I'm vegetarian now, and I don't think as you think!" Then I forgot all about it. Today, as a vegan, I understand what she was saying. But you must come outside of the thoughts, of the bubble, of what you're used to, outside of patterns, outside - because you can't see a different point from the inside. Unless you experience it, live it, you can't talk about it. Honestly, do something first, love the consequences (because it's not all that scary), and the world will only keep opening up to you. I think that's pretty cool.

Bodies in Motion Photography

Where to Pocket my Fears

     So back to the fear of pockets. Is anyone else with me? Come on, aren't you afraid of paper cup sleeves or clouds falling down, or a scary president? I'm afraid of pockets. Not sticking my hands into the unknown depths and iffy darkness full of lint and loud candy wrappers, and sharp matches, and loose sticky tobacco, no. I'm very concerned about pockets' ability to hold things. I'm a girl, and I only own two pairs of pants, that limits my interaction with pockets by a lot. I just don't trust them. The design of pockets seems to carry only one function at a time, which doesn't help my matters. There are just "hand" pockets, for example, those diagonal slits that can't possibly hold anything but your hands and a bad posture. Those will lose my money and my favorite scraps of paper with important information of movie titles and names, and quotes. Guy pockets have to be lined with plastic wrap or something, because they hold their whole livelihoods in there, with no fear. I guess this "fear" is only a mistrust. Maybe if I learn to let go ...

photo on an interesting site here: http://www.vam.ac.uk/content/articles/a/history-of-pockets

Make shit up, get paid for it.

     Allow me to entertain myself. Here's a research about how infectious disease predicts gender equality. In short, the more balanced the "equality", the lower the disease levels. Actually, it's the other way around, or is it? Did you even read the article? If you know how to get sums of cash for "research" work, contact me below, it'll set me up for life! As one comment on the article states, "That's a bit like saying a less discriminatory eating practices led to reductions in hunger in Soylent Green..." I can make shit up that can overthrow governments! For the sake of science, of course. 

     

Small observations, great voyage

     Orange and white combination has been popping up everywhere for me, in great amounts and joyous patterns, on all I love.
     Smiling is first and foremost for me, myself, not for other people. For other people second. I want to learn to smile for myself.
     The sky is alive. It's one of those things you've grown up with and pay little attention to. Until it hits you - "Eurika!" I'm alive, the earth is alive, the oceans are alive, the water itself is alive, trees & animals are alive! The sky, therefore, is alive! Talk to me, sky, it's you & I from now on.
     Can't stand it when people don't follow through. In anything. Just finish it already! As in when someone cleans the windows and the spray bottle and towels are left there, forgotten, and unseen when more trash piles up on them. Then it gets topped with a forgotten in excitement shipping box, which lays there until it decomposes. This is where trash sculptures come from, trust me, I know.

Tim Noble, Sue Wester Art.