wicked art for a beautiful world

so soon i will hop on that plane for new york—again. i tell ya. i’ve never flown so much in and out of new york city since i moved away from the place.

winter closes in, i can feel it. can actually feel its arms winding around me, white with her dying breath, soft and wet with rain.

still deciding…”wicked art for a beautiful world” or “beautiful design for a wicked world” or “beautiful dreams in a wicked world.” the first implies the second. and i guess i’d rather not be direct, so the first one works well. and i like that last one, too. that’s the one that doesn’t mess with metaphor, but does look a bit larger….the one that really says it all. but again, i like the first one, i think. the last is sweet and a bit melancholy perhaps, but the first one sort is maybe a bit more bitter. and again, i do like providing the tension of non-meaning along with the straightup meaning, it’s spicy and buttery sweet. candies snuck to ya from a jailer.

i have two series in my mind right now, for my art. i could easily dream up five, but i’m talking about ones i actually mean to do. i think along with my weekly vlog and (if it goes through, i’ll find out after tres reyes:) the column in the mexican paper, i’ll begin to build a collection of printable art. this year i sold two prints at $500 each and it was good. reminded me of the days i used to paint, pay my rent that way. reawakened my desire to paint, to draw, to make art in any one of various mediums. i love doing my art. these pictures have been slowly surfacing. i think my art has slept while my mind was doing a lot of traveling, while my heart was pulling a horse stance. it had to.

in the first series, i feature a series of sexually ambi-celebratory figures. you can see a couple now, at the “work” link to the left. or at least details. this is a figure i’ve been doing for about…24 years, now, in various forms. sometimes in pencil, sometimes in clay. in some of these, the character will also be part human/part earth/animal kingdom. overall, i am using and planning a mostly dark feel, heavy on blacks and dark grays/magenta. but i’m not nailed to it.

in the second, i want to visit a series of women in xicano/mexican art and literature, some icons, some rebels, some revolutionaries unknown to most, some stepped on in their prime. i have intentions, narrative ones. but to state them now would be premature. they have not yet fully developed. i need to spend a little time reading and seeing some more things, following up. letting the message come to me organically, efforts fed to these seeds of intent and want. this is an idea that has been building in me since i began the UMX blog. thoughts here and there. i see it as mostly green, gold, browns, some blues, some reds. very different than the first.

i found a secret (a little birdie told it to me) that johnson and johnson and proctor and gamble and raid and all those people dont want you to know. i got sick of putting alum on my open pores a long time ago, you know, anti-perspirant? but to be around people in america, you aren’t allowed to have a whiff of human body scent anywhere about ya, so i would use it when i had to go out and be close to people, but didnt like it. that shit is very bad for you. hey, lo, i found that if i use a little bit of baking soda after i shower under my arms (dont rub it in hard, its like sand!) it works just as good as any anti perspirant! all day! and no toxins in my body. and no feeding a steady flow of cash to AXE or ARRID or CANCINEX or whatever floods the TV ads in the coming year. very cheap. works, and i feel like i’m laughing at a few huge corporations every time i smile at my armpit in the mirror.

mwah. and you can think of nez next time you smile at your own.

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Published:
12.29.07 / 1pm
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arte, poisons
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