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A Worthy Life

 

 “Heads Will Roll”

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Coagula Curatorial

Curated by Kelly Tompson

Reception

974 Chung King Rd. Los Angeles

This consciousness simply happens–as moments of synchronicity happen, as symbol happen…We know from both Plato and Jung thit its health is its psychological integrity and that eros is the integration factor which binds, holds together, and conjoins opposites” Pg. 87 The Myth of Analysis by James Hillman.

Sober and alert we went to the art event. The bases of two friends that have lingered if only indirectly over time, have come together. Alice Bag and Matt Coagula and a community of their fans and friends

I found out that it was an obligation not an inspiration. My heart and mind had a reflective discussion while driving on the 101 north towards home. I realize the pain and discontent I felt were mine alone.

“Mom how you doing back there?”

The crew consisted of oldest and youngest son in the front seats. One was driving. I was in the back of the car. Sons and I had bellies full of Chinese food from Foo Chow Restaurant, because they did not have the snail like nature to stand around and feel and observe like their mother. This I get from Dad.

“Are you finished time to go don’t you think?”

“I think I need to hang and observe the crowd and check out a few of the faces!”

“Mom, these people seem fake to me.”

“It is the art scene and socializing…it is never easy.”

I realize I cannot blame my kids because at their age I know an event like this…lets see, something would have been destroyed. Breaking wine bottles against the concrete walls the “guilty we” would have run into the night. That was a different crew at a different time. These angers of a past youthful generation have not passed on to my kids.

“Look there is Alice dressed in pink swaying to the lady singing!”

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With close friends around her I did not want to go up to say hello because the picture was the perfect symbol for this event. Alice as a beautiful expression or mandala. Earlier Matt gave us a quick handshake with art talk smile.

Oldest son offered to drive me to the art event and China town’s twilight delighted their eyes into a realm of Dragon Ball Z.

I was disoriented by flashbacks of a punk rock fog.

As we mature finding a community to create with and grow with is important. Sharing who we are, as in art or music, at any particular time and place is essential to a worthy life.

This is what I feel Kelly, Alice and Matt have achieved this evening.

 

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eros & psyche

Positive projection of art if only indirectly…

This is my response to The Basic Big Problem With Most Art  by Mat Gleason

I read his criticism based on his knowledge and insights of art, but what I saw between the lines of his writing was a truthful alternative possibility. Instead.; A  projection of what exceptional art is. By saying what he did not like about art and artists; he affirms indirectly what artists and art should inspire towards.

Engaged in the community

With humanity and/or nature

To be one with a vision beyond the sleeping

Awake as an artist and as a creative writer

To be sensitive,

to inspire this in others

to awaken others to the extramundane

deep in their longing hearts

to share

through the process of creative honesty !!

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Daily Prompt: Goals: express myself as others do!!

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I shall keep moving forward no matter what the gossip, criticism or silence…

The above image is of a written interview I did some years ago with Coagula Art Journal. I am a resurrected personality from days gone by. I felt the need to remember those days and share them. So I went to places where I use to express myself, which are… fanzines.  Mat Gleason, The creator of Coagula Art Journal, is an old-time buddy of mine. He promotes and educates his community about art, which is beyond my expertise. Yet,  Mat was willing to humor me by publishing this little introduction of my dream to awaken people to the long-lost days of late 70s and the 80s punk rock culture. Hark Hark… wait a minute. As the ghostly fog cleared over the next few years I witnessed that the world remembers. Punk nostalgia has since overwhelmed me, as the old days use to. My goal was to remember, write and express myself.  Yes this is achieved !!!

In “My Press”,  located here on my WordPress site, I show the journey I have taken to get the word out. I have been interviewed by individuals that I respect, and to my amazement, respect me back: enough to interview me about my days as a co-editor and publisher of Flipside Fanzine.

As an introverted Gemini I then made my connection with MySpace, Facebook and other online business and social networks. Anytime I feel myself ‘sinking in the quicksand’ of another person’s manipulation or control: working for them over working for myself. I pull myself away.  I have painfully earned my individuation and need to vibrate this to the world on my own terms. I am gentle too!!

My goal is to create a place to publish what I wish to share.

I’m thrilled finding WordPress and to see the vast ocean of others who are doing the same thing as I which is writing and sharing their stories!!

“This is it” I thought.

It has been over a year now.

I am creating a wonderful promotional page on WordPress.  I share my stories by writing about what interests me. Quality over quantity is my ambition. I still have many goals… but I am on the right independent path. I shall keep moving forward no matter what the gossip, criticism or silence…

The Seminary Of Praying Mantis is my achieved goal.  It is natural for a crone woman to sit back, reflect and remember and tell her tales and adventures… there are always a couple of people interested… or maybe just my cats, or the muses that echo back on this oracle called computer.

An average person with average talents and ambition and

average education, can outstrip the most brilliant genius in our society,

if that person has clear, focused goals. ~ Mary Kay Ash

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