Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

Sunday, August 15, 2010

whaaa??

I'm always floored when people say they like my art. I mean, people who say they really like my art. Not just because the pictures are pretty, the colors are harmonious, faces are attractive or subject matter is witty. But people who are artists themselves, who use art as a vehicle for communication, expression, living.

A fellow artist reached out to me the other day. Saw my photos on Saatchi Online and wanted to send me an email.

I was checking my messages on Saatchi and saw your thumbnail. So I ventured over to your site and I love what you do. Its some really great stuff and I know what little relief, confirmation, or whatever other reaction that comes from someones mere recognition of your work, but I felt that you at least deserve that. I love the portraits and your film.




Wow.


I mean wow!


I was completely blown away. 


And that was only a portion of some of the other messages i received over the past few days...


This was all hot on the heels of a few weeks ago when a publishing house from Jakarta found three of my images online and wanted to put them in their next book of "upcoming and important art". There was a catch - to buy the book was 100$ US (200$ retail), but it was not mandatory to be a part of it. The royalties are bird poop, but to know that this book will be circulating all through Asia is quite an eye opener. Who knows what will happen, who will see my work. The important thing is that it's getting out there. FINALLY. On the wings of a prayer and pixel, things might just be looking up.


I was all about to toss my camera away. Relegate it to the halls of silent sewing machines and miscellanies of cloistered craft kits. The dead zone of artistic endeavors started with good intentions, but now fated to become relics for future generations. 




I had one last hope. One last whim as a "photographer" - to submit to a high gloss fashion magazine. "What do I have to lose? No stamps involved in cybermail !"


Well, off it went. And to bed was I to go. But seven minutes after the initial whoosh sound from my outbox, came a delicate "bing!"


Oh, crap. It bounced.
Was my first thought. Now I know that I have to modify my first thoughts from constantly being negative to perhaps being optimistic!




Note to self. 
Make a note of this...


WOW!! The first one rocks!!! The second is grand and if we place these, I want to make sure there is a full message. do you have more to look at?? Can't wait!


why, yes, as a matter of fact, I do!


and so off it went, batch # 2, and then 3, and 4.


What did I get back?
Well, the universe rewarded me with this one:


You have such a lovely perspective on your art. I went through your images and there are so many I really loved. I would love to see a mix of some for you to submit if you are down with that. I will go through them and post them and if you are into it, please send images by following the image submission form. I can't believe the talent the body painter has! WOW! HOLY SEEEEEEETTTTT!!!


whaaaaattt!?!??


Really?!!


This magazine kicks serious ass. I mean, really serious ass. It was a submission on a whim. Never even thought i'd get a second look cause the quality is beyond top notch, it's stellar. And me with my little self portraits looking all moody and stuff.. 


But it was not 10 minutes after this email I got another.



Some other gallery owner personally took the time to email me to notify me of an "art competition i should know about". He, an art collector, was online and found my site. "We look forward to viewing your submissions".

whaaaaattt!?!??

Floored. 
It was all i could do to not jump around the house like a child on Christmas morning.

two days after, a new connection with a fellow flickr-er.
I loved her work. It spoke to me, and apparently, mine did to her as well...


You know, i was actually timid about making you a contact.... I thought you'd find my work.. I don't know... overdone of bland...

So for two years, i've followed your work, where i saw it in groups, but never felt i should join in the parade of your followers.

I regret that, now *s


Holy sheeeeet.

Was this the universe hammering me in the head - shouting at me: "DON'T DO IT! KEEP YOUR CAMERA!! KEEP ON GOING!!"

well, whatever it was, is, will be, it's working. And I'm so very thankful of every day that my work travels over millions of miles of network cables, through the air, and into the eyes and minds of those who choose to see.

Thank you universe.
Thank you God.
Thank me.
Thank you :-)



Sunday, April 18, 2010

all the way in croatia!



Originally uploaded by ivanarezek
Well, my image has made its way to Croatia.
A little message about my struggle with bipolar disorder. How death played such a major role in my life back then, even as much as living, back when the two options were oddly interchangeable.

I hope those who see this image are moved, and made more aware about mental illness, and the devastating effects it has on everybody's life.

This is for you Bob, for you Phillipe. Two beautiful people who died too young - who took their lives because of their overwhelming struggle with depression.

That is what photography is about.
Changing a life, one shutter click at a time.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

art for a good cause

I'm so delighted to be a part of the Haitian Art Fund auction!



My gallery in New York welcomed me with open arms as I submitted one of my photos.

They are such amazing people, who really believe in my art, and i think will also embrace my next series of photos. I have a feeling that within the next two years, i will have another solo exhibition in New York City again.

And another cool thing, another site - Artists.de (based out of Germany) invited me to be a part of their site. They had seen my stuff on artween.com and loved it!

I have a feeling that a trip to Berlin this year will not be out of the question.

I already am starting to have some buzz about me in Europe, people have told me that Berlin would love my stuff. Fingers and Pilsner crossed.

Oh yea - i am also one of the "featured artists" at the Seattle Erotic Arts Festival this year. I had been begged by the international artist liason/merchandise director to have my stuff in his store. "I've been trying to get you for the past two years!"

A framed print for up to 500$ slot will be waiting for me. Yes....

so here is my haitian art fund image.

Bid high.
Art for an amazing cause...




Friday, February 05, 2010

Happy Birthday B

she would have been 89 today

Happy Birthday B.
I can't think of a more fitting tribute than to have your postcard and your story touch other people's lives around the world. For starters, you have already visited Brasil. Next stop, the town you came to call home...


A book about death


(click on images to see full size)


Front and back


Front




Back



Front - no back

Monday, January 04, 2010

nothing to lose...

nothing to lose...

I stumbled across this gallery during a blind search. I have no clue why i was so taken by this place, or what compelled me to write to them. It's now 4am. The fatigue has passed, but the itching feeling that something is about to happen is ripe in my gut. Movement. Progress. Forward propulsion. New directions in my art and the people who will see it.

Scary as all hell, but exciting as the shits...

So my email to them...
(and finally, to bed...)


As with many of my creative endeavors, my writings, as well as my photography, seem to evolve late at night, in the midst of a chaotic whirlwind of mental activity, verging on the precipice of panic and elation. So it is with much emotion and passion that I write this message to you.

My name is hpk and I am a self portrait specialist. I came across your gallery listing while updating my profile on artween.com. It was not too long ago that a gallery owner in New York City once told me that Berlin was the New York of the 21st century, and that my work would be much more appreciated across the ocean than it is in my own country. Hence, my late night web research into the European market. Perhaps it was fate that yours was the first gallery I stumbled upon during my blind search.

As an artist, i strive to translate my visions, emotions, creations into a universal language, stripped bare of trivialities, exposing the vulnerabilities of the human mind and soul. Each piece is a labor of love, and with each shutter click, a part of myself becomes infused with the final image.

As a photographer, and as somebody who suffers with manic depression, it has become a personal mission of sorts, to use my work as a springboard for dialogue, a vehicle for communication, and how through the use of art, i can hopefully foster an awareness about the stigma attached to mental illness.


And on your site, a quote:
An artist is in an unbreakable relation to his own cultural space and time. A reflection of this can always be found in the artwork, by the artist’s personal and subjective interpretation of the world around us.


I believe that i have become that artist. It has been a long road fraught with disappointments, blood sweat and tears, but as an individual who prides herself on the forever forward path of personal evolution, and it is my hope that you will see this in my work.

Unfortunately, I do not have a direct link to my artween site, but have just send you a message on your gallery site.

I thank you so very much for your time and look forward to hearing from you in the near future.

Get over it...


Thank you Steven...

 This article is BRILLIANT!
A little longer than what I post here, but worth every word.



Part I: Nothing Is New, Get Over It.
By Steven GossSo you've decided to become an artist, now what? It sounds simple enough doesn't it? It's not as if you need much to be an artist. There's no test, and lucky for you, the idea of the talented artist went out the window several decades ago. Nowadays any Joe Palette can make a few bucks pedaling his artistic urges, no matter how lame they are. Don't believe me? Two words: Whitney Biennial.

First choose a material. You can't be an artist until you have one. It may also be beneficial to pick up a drinking habit, but it isn't required. Once you have a material, all you need is an idea. Now this is where it gets sticky. There are no new ideas in art. If you think you have a new idea, you don't. The only reason you think you have a new idea is because you're a new artist so you don't spend your time reading about art, you make it. As a result, most artists have a hard time accepting the fact that there are no new ideas. (Why else would there still be so many artists?)
At this point, you may be thinking, "Huh? But I just bought all of this Cadmium Yellow!" Now what? End it all in the name of art? Sorry Van Gogh, it's been done.

ARTIST KILLS HIMSELF/HERSELF AS ART:
While it is rumored that Rudolf Schwarzkogler bled to death during a performance where he sliced off strips of skin from his penis until there was nothing left, it's a rumor and nothing else. In actuality, he died when he either fell or jumped out of his bedroom window in 1969. But don't get too excited. Because on July 9, 1975, Jan Bas Ader began a performance piece entitled In Search of The Miraculous. The piece entailed Ader sailing across the Atlantic from Cape Cod, Massachusetts to Cornwall, England in a 13-foot sailboat. Needless to say, he didn't make it. As Barbara McKenna explained, "[Ader had] every expectation of success, [he] had arranged for a show documenting the feat at the Groeninger Museum in Amsterdam, and planned to exploit the success of the 60-day crossing with further exhibitions of material -- diaries, film, photography -- generated by the piece. Ader never reached his destination; six months later his boat was found half-submerged off the coast of Ireland."

Oh well, Ader beat you to the punch. Maybe you think you could put a spin on the artist killing himself or herself tactic and have the artist kill the viewer. Would this be a new idea? Nope, it's been done too.

ARTIST KILLS THE VIEWER AS ART:
OK, so it wasn't in the name of art, but its happened. And if it's happened, then it's been done. In 1983, Susan Edmondson was killed when a 500-pound iron sculpture by Beverly Pepper fell on top of her. Ouch! However, not be outdone, environmental artist Christo killed two people on completely different days in separate time zones with a work of art. On October 26, 1991, Lori Rae Keevil-Matthews was visiting Christo's umbrella project in Tejon Pass, California. The piece was an environmental project consisting of 1,760, 485-pound yellow umbrellas planted throughout the pass. As part of the project, Christo had also installed 1,340, 485-pound blue umbrellas in Ibaraki, Japan. Keevil-Matthews was killed by the piece after a 40 M.P.H. wind pulled up an umbrella and smashed her against a boulder. "Out of respect to her memory" Christo had both pieces taken down. On October 31, during the de-installation of the project in Japan, Masaaki Nakamura was electrocuted to death when the crane he was operating, which was in the process of removing a sculpture, touched a 65,000 volt high-tension line.

ARTIST TAKES LIVE CHICKEN, CUTS ITS HEAD OFF, STUFFS HEAD DOWN PANTS AND THEN USES ITS CARCASS TO PLAY PIANO:
In 1968 during the "Destruction in Art Symposium (DIAS)" at Judson Church, New York City, Ralph Ortiz performs The Life of Henny Penny. As Art in America described it, during this piece "Ortiz emerges [from a checkered blanket] with a live white chicken. The bird, tied by its feet to a rope suspended from the ceiling, is swung back and forth. After several swipes at it with a pair of hedge clippers, Ortiz snips off its head. Amid the spattering blood, the feathers and the whirring wings, Ortiz unzips his fly, placing the severed chicken head inside. Untying the carcass, he grabs its legs and, using it like a hammer, belabors the insides of a piano."

Isn't that a bummer? Well at least you won't try to repeat it now. "What does this mean?" you ask. Does it mean you'll stop trying to come up with original art ideas? I'm guessing no. In fact, I'm guessing you'll continue to believe that if you devote years to developing a personal art style, you will come up with a new art idea. Therefore, I will continue to present different already done ideas until the message is clear: "Nothing is new, get over it!"


Part II: Nothing Is New And No One Looks At It

As I claimed last time, being an artist is a simple job. If you can afford to buy materials or at least spend time digging through the garbage looking for them, then you're 90 percent there. The remaining 10 percent is spent on developing fresh ideas. However, as I explained last time, there are no new ideas in art. Henceforth, art is kaput and not worth the effort. But artists do not like to hear this sort of talk. One would think they would be relieved. It would allow them to go out and get that lucrative bartending job they dream about. But they don't. Instead they multiply and take up precious real estate in Manhattan.

So why do they do it? We could speculate that maybe art doesn't need new ideas. Like pancakes, there is no need for art to be continually changed and revamped. Pancakes were done the moment they were invented. Sure we may add things to them, but the essential concept is complete. Maybe the question should be "Why do people continue to make pancakes?" The answer to that question is simple. With their fluffy texture and their great taste, pancakes are loved by everyone. Consequently, if we assume that art is like a pancake, then maybe artists make art because, like pancakes, people don't care if the art is new, they just want more. It is true that even if you have a spectacular idea you still need an audience. Artists without audiences aren't artists, they're hobbyists.

But how true is the statement that people want art. The majority of people who look at art spend less then a minute actually looking at the artwork. The average person takes longer to eat a pancake than to look at art. The bottom line is that unless your art looks and tastes like a pancake people will take very little time to examine it. Therefore we can add to the original statement there are no new art ideas. Not only are there no new ideas in art, but no one cares anyway, except the artist, and even that's under question.

Don't believe me? Still thinking that with a truly innovative and masterly piece people will want to look at your work? You'll even argue that not only will they look but they'll also understand what you're trying to say. Think again art boy. Even the best artists with passionate avant-garde ideas can do little to hold the attention of the average or educated viewer. See for yourself.

UPSIDE DOWN PAINTING SYNDROME
The experts of a juried exhibition at the U.S. National Academy of Design awarded Edward Dickinson second place, only to discover that his work had been hung upside down. In 1936, Phantasy by Spencer Nichols hung upside down for 18 days at an exhibit in New Jersey. To cover the blunder, the New Jersey Museum Association responded that since the work was an abstraction it didn't matter which way it hung. They stated that they could only tell the work was upside down because his signature was "in the wrong corner." However, as Nichols pointed out, the work was not an abstraction but a seascape, which may have become abstract when it was turned upside down.

The work, Le Bateau by Matisse, hung upside down for 47 days in the Museum of Modern Art exhibition The Last Works of Henri Matisse. It was uprighted after Genevieve Habert, a Wall Street stockbroker, noticed the mistake. At first she notified a museum guard, who responded, "You don't know what's up and you don't know what's down and neither do we." After trying to get someone to listen, Habert gave up and called the New York Times about the mistake. The next day, after the director of exhibitions, Monroe Wheeler, was notified, the work was rehung properly. In response to questioning, the Times reported that Wheeler could only remember three other times when a similar event had occurred.

In 1963 art gallery officials in Manchester, England hung a work by Rauschenberg upside down. The error wasn't discovered until an artist visiting the gallery detected the mistake. It was then corrected only after officials looked at a catalogue of the show and noticed that alignment of the work in the catalogue was different from the way they had hung it. In 1965, the painting Grass and Butterflies by van Gogh was hung upside down by the National Gallery in London. From 1979 to 1989 the Wadsworth Anthneum in Hartford, Connecticut hung The Lawrence Tree by O'Keeffe upside down. In 1990 the piece joined a traveling O'Keeffe retrospective organized by the National Gallery of Art in Washington, D.C. Exhibition officials researching the work discovered letters from O'Keeffe complaining that the work had been hung the wrong way in an exhibition in 1931. The manner she described matched the same manner that the Wadsworth used to hang the painting. After the exhibition completed, Wadsworth hung the painting the way O'Keeffe had intended. And it doesn't stop there. These are just the highlights of a larger epidemic, which makes one wonder, "Who exactly does care about art?" If these so-called purveyors of art don't look at it then why make it, let alone try to think of a new idea for it? Sorry, I forgot. There are no new ideas in art. Maybe that's why no one looks at art, because there is nothing new to look at. I mean how many paintings of nothing can one look at to begin with? I think I'd rather have a pancake.



Part III: Anyone Can Be An Artist

At one time it took some effort to be an artist. Initially art making was considered a trade consisting of an apprentice and a master. Under careful tutelage, the apprentice would survey the work of the master and develop a style. Students would stay apprentices until the master deemed them capable enough to work on their own. During their studies apprentices had little room to interject personal ideas because they weren't learning ideas, they were learning skills.

As times changed, skills were no longer needed to be an artist. Marcel Duchamp took care of that. Let's face it, anyone can be an artist. The only people who still believe that skills are needed to be an artist are college professors who teach art and the people stupid enough to believe they need college to be an artist. Here's some advice: "Save your money." It is a lot cheaper to buy a color wheel than to finance a college degree. Besides the only useful skills you might learn in art school are how to stretch a canvas or turn on an arc welder.

So if artists don't need skills, then what do they need? They need ideas. But the problem with that is there are no new ideas in art. Remember that? And the only people who think there are new ideas in art are art school graduates. Why? It's primarily due to art professors needing new students so they can keep their jobs. Students go to art school because their professors tell them they will come to have profound revelations, but instead they learn how to mix paint. This is what they don't want you to know. Because if you did, you would save your money and just go and make art without the hassle of some washed up Abstract Expressionist telling you what looks good and what doesn't.

If you still want to make a living as an artist then do this, forget trying to come up with an idea and just copy stuff people like to look at. If you think that's a bad idea then riddle me this Artman, why is it that Sylvester Stallone is not only considered an artist, but he is also respected as a connoisseur of art? Just by buying art and making paintings that look like other people's art, Stallone has received recognition as an artist. In fact Sylvester Stallone may be the only reason some people in this country actually see and hear about contemporary art. Can you take credit for that? No, I didn't think so college grad. However you may be skeptical, so let's take a look at some of Sly's shining achievements.

SYLVESTER STALLONE: RENAISSANCE MAN
During the art boom of the '80s, Stallone hired art consultant Barbara Guggenheim to help him acquire 19th century bronze work, contemporary and impressionist painting and the work of younger, unknown artists, or as he put it, "undiscovered New York artists - you know the things." When asked about his eye for art, Guggenheim gushed, "His taste is brilliant." Showing support for the arts, Stallone modeled for figure drawing classes at the New York Academy of Art. Later the Academy exhibited a large sculpture of Stallone created by artist Martine Vaugel, whom Stallone modeled for at the academy.

The piece was originally supposed to be two life-size sculptures of him and ex-wife Brigitte Nielsen. But once their divorce took place, Stallone decided to have the extra clay used to make a bigger sculpture of him. Vaugel entitled the piece, Age of Steel. In 1988 Stallone bought a work from artist Mark Kostabi entitled Lovers, which featured two women entangled together on a bed. When Kostabi was asked why he thought Stallone bought the piece, he replied Stallone likes, "T&A." In response Stallone destroyed the work, along with another Kostabi piece. Kostabi retaliated and made a painting of Stallone with the body of a woman.

When they next met in public, Stallone and Kostabi exchanged words and slight punches. After the fight settled, Kostabi printed a public apology to Stallone, to which, as the consummate gentleman, he accepted. Stallone's credibility as a collector rises. In 1989 Stallone sued Barbara Guggenheim for alleged fraud and breach of contract. He pointed out that Guggenheim influenced his decision to buy a work of art by Adolphe William Bouguereau for $1.7 million, which he later discovered was worth much less because it had been restored. Other mistakes he blamed on his adviser included the purchase of a work by Anselm Kiefer for $1.75 million. At the time none of his works had sold for more than a million. Later when the work began to fall apart Stallone put it back on the market; but there were no buyers. When he complained to Kiefer the artist explained, "The work is still evolving." After the suit is dropped, Guggenheim says of Stallone, "That was an unfortunate situation… but I have the highest regard for [Stallone]." While Stallone was working on Rocky III, he donated the bronze Rockyvictory statue, sculpted by A. Tom Schomberg, to the Philadelphia Art Museum.

The statue sat atop the museum's steps in the Rocky films, which are the same steps the boxer triumphantly runs to the top of. After the film completed the museum returned the statue to Stallone. However the citizens of Philadelphia petitioned to have the work returned. The situation was resolved by letting the statue stand outside of the museum for the opening of the movie and then moving it to the Philadelphia arena, the Spectrum, after the premier. The statue stayed there until the filming of Rocky V, where once again the statue was placed atop the steps. Again when it came time to move the statue, the citizens of Philadelphia once fought for it to stay put.

This time Stallone hired a lawyer to fight for the statue, but to no avail, the statue was removed and placed back at the Spectrum. By the mid '90s Stallone, who always dabbled in painting, began to become less of a collector and more of an artist. Understanding what people want Stallone makes abstract canvases and sculptures using various themes from his movies . An example of his work includes a piece entitled, Rocky I, which is a mixed media piece constructed in the shape of man. The work is made of pages from the Rocky script. Stallone says of his work, "It's one thing when someone lays down six or seven dollars for a movie ticket. When they lay $30,000 to $40,000 [for a Stallone painting], it's an amazing validation… It's better than any feeling I've had in performance." In 1998, after several bad purchases and a declining market for art, Stallone begins to sell off his contemporary collection.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

5am and my letter to a friend in a gallery in New york city

September 21st, 2009


From the desk of hellophotokitty...




20
Hey Bob,
it's been a long long while.
How have you been?


well, so much has happened here, i wouldn't know where to begin, so I'll give you the condensed reader's Digest version (or at least i will try...)


mom's cancer has come and gone, and come back again. Her ordeal has been nothing short of unbelievable. When I tell people about this story, they often shake their heads and say: "ooh, she must have had some bad karma". Fuck Karma, blame it on genetics. Bad genetics.


As i think i may have told you, it started off with her skin cancer, followed by a year of interferon. Then it came back - spreading to her lungs. A serious operation which left the experience of being in one of the city's apparently foremost cancer care research center/care facility equal or greater than having your fingernails slowly pulled out one by one, while having them dipped in a vat of iodine for hours on end. An anthropologist friend of ours visited her during her stay. "I've been to Ethiopia and and some of the other poorest parts of Africa. This hospital is about as close to a third world country on this continent as you can get". So much for our shining healthcare system...


So we had hoped she was in the clear, and for a while she was, until a few months later, the cancer came back onto another spot in her lung. Her options? Let the disease run it's course or try the new immunotherapy treatment called IL2 - Interlucan 2. Simply put, the last ditch effort at cancer, and as brutal as they come. Many patients have to be put into intensive care during the rounds and some even die. Mom made two complete rounds (1 week on, one week off, x 2 - and then times another two a few months later). And a miracle of miracles - the tumors had not only shrunk, but disappeared. A medical miracle. But it took its toll.


She was well for the Wedding (yea, E and i finally tied the knot after 10 years. I had to wait a decade. He's a little slow sometimes, but has a good heart...;-) which was the most important thing. She got to walk me down the isle and do the whole mother daughter thing every mother wants to experience. It was simply the most wonderful and delicate moments of my life. And everything was perfect - the day, the weather, the food, my dress, my hair, except my shoes. E trampled all over those during our first dance - a Foxtrot, which we had spent months practicing. Well, at least they weren't more than the dress and we did manage to look good on the floor.


So honeymoon to Cuba which was another dream come true. God bless Castro - he managed to keep this pristine gem of an island unspoiled and overrun by tourists and MacDonalds corporations, but now it's anybody's guess how long before you can smoke a "Cubano" cigar with your Big Mac...


We get back and two weeks later, find out mom's cancer has come back. Again. In her small bowel and intestine. Invasive surgery pronto. She is healing well now, but once again, through the jungle belly of The General Hospital which we have come to know and love (and the food, paper pulp and glass shards have more taste than the shit over there...) she managed to overcome great obstacles, but at what cost?


All of this cancer battling has done a number on all of us. It's true that cancer touches everyone, not only the people who suffer from it. Personally, i have literally gone underground. Hiding in dark subway stations, people's basements and if i go any lower, I'll be sitting in 5 feet of dirt. But there is a strange thing going on. I have shut off my "art valve". My creative spark which once propelled me to fearlessly bare everything (literally), and march into New York City with an attitude and some hot pix into your gallery, has now all but died out.


I play your wise words over and over again in my head: "you gotta pick one thing and stick with it, be it photography, writing or cinema." Well, i have tried all three separately to varying degrees, but it has been tantamount to shitting out the North tower of the world trade center. I have never felt so constipated creatively in my life. I have put down the camera, taken up the pen, put that down to fiddle with a video camera, but nothing. And it's freaking me the fuck out.


Hmmph. This what is now looking like to be a long letter, but i will try to refrain from babbling...


How do you do it Bob? How do you keep fresh in the midst of life's setbacks and crap that gets thrown to us on a daily basis? How do you weather the creative barren dusty death valleys when you are lead into them by blind faith or perhaps a sadistic form of deliberate bad judgment in map reading of rugged territory? Do you think that we "need this" to define us or our art or both at the same time?


I have spoken to my other "artist friends" and they say something along the lines of: "oh it will pass" or the sappy: "you'll find your muse/spark/purpose soon". But what happens when you don't? Bob, I have seen your art. It's intense, vibrant, chaotic, fearless and fearful at the same time. I have a funny feeling that you must have gone through some serious shit in your time. Some serious shit that must have also brought you to the brink of a creative meltdown. What made you turn around? Or have you even turned around at all?


Sometimes I get sentimental about New York and look at the post card from your gallery, the show I was (and still amazed at having being) a part of. There is a side of me who mourns for the loss of this ballsy in-your face "i am woman hear me roar" person. And part of me wonders where the hell she has taken off to cause i know she's around somewhere. Or is she?


I guess I'm writing all this to you because i know you understand me, and the complexity of my artistic process as you have been witness to the genesis of many of my pieces. I don't want you to think I'm asking you for a psych evaluation here, (if i were doing this in person, then i would at least take you out for dinner first), but i just wanted to touch base in my own quirky outrageous vulnerable way.


Perhaps it's a rusty pipe dream, but i hope that one day, after all is said and done, and i manage to shit out an earth shattering piece of work that will give everybody who sees it a boner that will last them a lifetime, that it will hang in your gallery (not the boner, but the piece of art, although a hanging boner framed and put under glass is an interesting conceptual piece that i might just run with...). Well, stranger things have happened.


It was not too long ago that i came to New York city for the first time and was almost literally laughed out of the Art gallery, and then I blinked again and there i was, naked and under glass in your gallery, hung in a primo spot (and with a couch no less. Did I ever thank you for that prime real estate spot you bestowed on me? Well if not, so many belated thank yous.)




I find it odd how I have held off sending you this letter for a long while. Perhaps I felt strange not sending you something "new" from the hpk photographic factory of debauchery and insanity, but keep hope that somehow, somewhere i will pick up my pretty picture machine again. And when I do, you can be sure that you will be the first fucken person in the whole wide world to know about it.


so on that note, I will close this letter.
I have chosen to turn this into a letter letter rather than email. Guess getting back to my creative roots, back in the days when a pen, typewriter and a piece of paper was a civilized way of communicating to the outside world , makes me feel a little more connected in an often disconnected world.


And oh yea, I'm giving you a copy of the "gift cd" I made for our wedding guests. From a to z - did everything on it. But as much as I would like to take credit for composing "fly me to the moon" for Old Blue Eyes and other great swinging tunes as well, I'm happy to say that I'm still a retro queen at heart and pretty creative with the graphic design ideas.


Take good care of yourself Bob. Give my love to Seb and Mari and then save a little for yourself :-)
And thank you for everything, including looking at/listening/reading my stuff, but most of all, believing in me and my art.


Hpk

Thursday, September 03, 2009

when it all comes together sometimes...


today, i had planned to see an art expo. An old friend of mine now has a gallery (and oddly enough, a few doors down from the last amazing show I saw last week, and even more bizarre, in the same spot where i worked in a photography gallery almost 10 years ago. Weird..) and had contacted him about stopping by.

When i looked to see who the artist was, i was blown away. Dita Kubin - a brilliant beautiful photographer who's show was all about self portraits. Well, i was not ready for what i would see that night. It was one of the most pleasant life path affirming surprised i had in a long time.

Well, not so long ago.

This morning while waiting for my doctor, i picked up the august edition of Vogue that was just lying around. I flipped through the pages of the "powerful women over 40" issue and said to myself: "yea, if that were only me..."

but what really blew me away, in the light of the whole "self portrait" bender i have been on, telling everybody who will listen that i am re-igniting my pilot light for my documentary about self portraiture, i flip to the center of the mag, past Christy Turlington who looks sinfully beautiful at 41, to the women of 50; and low and behold, a glorious shot of the queen of self portraiture. SImply put - my inspiration, and who got me into this s.p kick - Cindy Sherman.

I almost fell onto the floor.

The whole article talked about how now that she's 55 (she looks like she's 30), the way she is approaching self portraiture is different because she has aged and matured. Giving a new angle to the many visages she steps into. I felt relieved and rejuvenated simultaneously.

It's as if i had asked the universe: "where the fuck am i going with this stuff? Where should i even begin to look!?" and there, as plain as day and as black and white on the pages of this magazine, the woman who moved me so completely that it changed the course of my photography forever. Cindy Sherman.

wow.
Talk about synchronicity.

And the week before, just happened to receive an email about 2Fik's show, without knowing that he was also a self portrait artist, and also today, seeing that my photo that i submitted to "Book about death" had made it onto facebook.

I know, some people might be saying: "n'ya. Small beans that facebook..." but I am #400 in the entries - out of 500. I like round numbers...

but still.
I feel good.


and despite the next little march up the hill of ill health and uncertainty (mom starts her methotrexate, which she is dreading like the plague, and then my switch/upping of my anti depressants, it can start to get ugly and insane; but something is being laid down in the big law of the universe. Soon, this path, a dirt road, will find the materials it needs to become paved.

one stretch of road at a time.
At least now, I know that other people are waiting to go somewhere on it.

If i build it, they will come.

one scoop of asphalt at a time.

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

fresh strawberries, wine, moonlight. Perfect way to ease the uneasiness of transition and uncertainty




It doesn't help that facebook has this horrible 3x4 inch screen to see what you are typing into,and that i'm trying to uncross my eyes from the experience...


this was a nice exchange.


and sometimes,you will find joy and love in the smallest of places...








Big A
this is internet for idiots
10:44pmhpk
i agree. but i just cant shake feeling all vulnerable and soggy
10:45pm

Big A


well like I said facebook is for people looking for something to complain about and show how pityfull their real lives are
10:45pm

hpk


indeed, but for some of us, it
10:45pm

Big A


I'm not saying all
10:45pm

hpk


it's about sharing..
maybe i share too much...
10:46pm

Big A


but 98% are morons
10:46pm

hpk


let me thro something at you
10:46pm

Big A


ok
10:46pm

hpk


just suppose...
10:46pm

Big A


ok
10:46pm

hpk


hypothetical brainstorm
10:46pm

Big A


oh oh
10:46pm

hpk


i was doing some writing last night - figuring out shit, and came across this book,
it was about "finding your purpose in life" and that stuff i like to read sometimes.
but this time
unlike other times when i would just delve into the pages with such hunger for knowledge
i dropped the book as if it was on fire, and felt sick to my stomach...
and what ran through my head was
"why am i so afraid of finding out my calling?"
you know - purpose of being here?
it was so strong, i could not shake it...
when i was younger, i wanted to change the world, and as i got older, i figured out ways -
i learned to write, then photograph, then put the two into film.
and then i made my movie (did you see it by the way? My one about my breakdown?)
10:49pm

Big A


no I haven't.....
10:49pm

hpk


anyway, it all seemed so clear to me what i needed to do - move forward in this direction.
i will show you soon...
10:49pm

Big A


Ok
10:50pm

hpk


but now, i feel frozen. Terrified. And it's as if finding my way to finding my way as to my purpose is horrifying to me.
i don't know why...


hpk


it's bugging the shit out of me and kept me up all night..
you know, when you are out of the siutation, you can see things differently
like you - you are blessed with a gift bro
and you share that with the world. Mind you, it doesn't pay now, but
you are having the ability to go around THE FUCKEN WORLD MAN!!
and that is so special!!!!
Just think of it - you have quite literally, been around the world several times!
I have only made it to cuba and calgary!! lol
but you have a gift. You feel happiest when you are painting right?
10:53pm

Big A


well the way i see it is that you need to step back...look at it like when you were a child...sometimes we complicate things for no apparent reason...thats what I did and that why I'm here now with what I have...I take to many financial risks... I know it will bit em in the ass some day...but I just can't let it go
10:54pm

Big A


I believe that I was meant for bigger things....so I'm working hard on it....i won't let anybody tell me the opposite....even if I know I'm terrified of it all
and I feel the same about you girl
I know you are meant for bigger things
I feel a bond with you in a weird way
except some of the stuff i do keeps me back and you move forward...and then its the opposite again
10:56pm

hpk


oh big A, you have just made me so very very happy! You are getting a gigantic hug 2mrw!!
what you say makes sooo much sense... We complicate things way too much, but complication - isn't that just really critical examination?
don't we really need to critically examine what life brings to us? What we want to give to it?
How do we let go of being terrified?
10:58pm

Big A


i think I stopped thinking that way 8 years ago.......I just let it happen and see what comes my way
whats the worst that can happen?? we have an adventure good or bad
we have make mistakes...most discoveries are from mistakes we make
10:59pm

hpk


but what happened to let you "just stop thinking"? Did you get a feeling that everything was going to be alright?
10:59pm

Big A


no I believed in myself and worked hard at it
thats when I felt like I was free
10:59pm

hpk


i see...
that makes so much sense...
i have to fill this void somehow...
this deep feeling of despair and fear. I really have no fucken clue where it's coming from...
11:00pm

Big A


I don't have many regrets....but the ones I do have changed my life forever
11:00pm

hpk


perhaps it's all about mortality...
and the fragility of life - and that how something so dear to you can be taken away at any second...
11:01pm

Big A


we both have been beaten down...but we are fighters and we do have something most people don't have...a free soul and love
and our fear isn,t from us...its from what others fear of us
11:02pm

hpk


that is so unbelievably poetic dude.. you're gonna make me cry! Seriously, you are making so much sense right now...
omg. I'm reading this over and over again:and our fear isn,t from us...its from what others fear of us
11:03pm

Big A


people use us to feel better about them selves....they fear us for who and what we feel
11:03pm

hpk


go on...
11:04pm

Big A


and we were meant to suffer to make these people happy...but what they don't know is that we are the happy ones...we live in our own lives and dreams...so i feel we are the lucky ones....
11:05pm

hpk


indeed... You have such a refreshing way of looking at things dude... I never though about looking at suffering as well, salvation in a way...
11:06pm

Big A


I have been to hell and back and I know as a human being ...i could have chosen a different path...we have to take what our mothers have given us and enjoy and appreciate what we have...freedom to express ourselves with no hold bars
11:07pm

hpk


yes! I know our mothers are proud of us - and you know what? we come from incredibly strong and beautiful women!
and they are our inspirations
11:08pm

Big A


I'm not much of person that can explain what I feel... but I know now that I have let go of my fears of myself ...I can continue my journey knowing that I'm happy and doing what I love doing even i know there will be people out there fearing me and what i do and feel
11:09pm

hpk


that is a true warrior my friend... a kind and gentle warrior - you
and you express yourself eloquently too. I'm not bullshitting. You have made so much sense to me tonight.
I was ready to go to bed and worry myself to sleep, trying to figure out why i'm so worried about being me!
11:11pm

hpk


i think that deep down inside, we do the things we do because we know we can touch people. And that sensitivity is a blessing and a curse.
11:11pm



Big A


we shouldn't fear ourselves....we know what we are capable of doing and not doing... we need to push ourselves to more than would ever dream about...who cares what others feel or see...I know that what we do does touch and make peopel happy
11:12pm

hpk


yes.. yes. We are our own worst enemy
funny though - the thought of being your own worst enemy... It's not as if we didn't have enough of them in our daily lives, we have to add public and private enemy #1 to the list???
You know - i'm looking at the little thingy i posted under my friends list...
"Creativity arises out of the tension between spontaneity and limitations." by rollo may
so true isn't it. Perhaps we are in a state of growning - growing pains...
11:14pm

Big A


even if they do fear and and loath us...deep down they envy our freedom to be who we are and that is what I'm talking about when we fear ourselves...they do too
they fear they are boring so they mock us for there personal fears
fear of looking what they haven't done in there lives...like live
11:

hpk


could it be we fear our own freedom?
11:15pm

Big A


express there feelings and dreams
well yes we do...that why we haveto let go and just be
11:15pm

hpk


or feel guilty that we feel free?
amazing...
11:16pm

Big A


that them lurking in the shadows...
your guilt is brought on by them
and there own personal fears
11:17pm

hpk


they project onto us and we soak it up like a sponge
11:17pm

Big A


hpk...wake up!!....live your life...thats what our moms want for us and what we want for our children....
I know thats what i want for little a
her not to fear herself
her limits
her dreams
and I know thats what your mom wants too
11:19pm

hpk


i know...
and you are teaching little a some valuable life lessons, and i know that one day, when she is older and knows no limits, she will have you to thank.
11:20pm

Big A


this life is short....but I believe that there are many others before and after...but we must live what we have now and just be fearless
11:21pm

hpk


i agree. Fuck. I need to bungee jump with you...
11:21pm

Big A


its fuckin scarey....but i look at life like a child and try not complicate it to much
11:21pm

hpk


it seems that as i get older, i get more afraid.
you read my mind...
11:22pm

Big A


fear is our enemy...not other people.......
11:22pm

hpk


u would figure that life experience would make you more comfortable to face challenges - i mean, at 41, you've seen a lot and a lot of those situations we go through more than once...
but even experiences - life experiences can cripple us.
how odd is that?
we are so fucken backwards! lol
11:23pm

Big A


yes...but its always the fear of our limitations...or what we t hink we are limited too
thats why i believe that i let myself go
I don't fear myself anymore
I'm me and thats whats important
11:24pm

hpk


hitting our head on the ceiling of limitiations - and fearing the possible pain of the hit on our heads that in reality, just may never happen?
we are preparing for the worst too - in some way. At least I am...
waiting for the ceiling to fall - living in a state of perpetual fear - of others, of myself...
11:25pm

Big A


it usually doesn't....but even if it does... heck we move on and learn from it
11:25pm

hpk


i think i need to learn to love myself... i know that sounds mushy gushy...
i think that once i love myself, i'll be able to let myself go. Perhaps it's because i don't feel like i deserve to be happy...
11:26pm

Big A


you don't...you have love...just you don't see it
i don't think its that hpk
I think you feel that you need to prove way to much and that is fear of your limitations
you have all the right tools to let go...just do it
11:28pm

hpk


wow...
serious earth shaking wow Big A
11:29pm

hpk


i'm letting all of this sink in... Really a lot to chew on, but at the same time, it all makes so much sense - you made it make sense to me. how can i thank you? You know, like i had said, you came back into my life at such an important time. You were there to see me through those chaotic changes, i saw you through some as well. It's been a hell of a crazy 5-6 years hasn't it?!
we are learning from eachother - how beautiful is that!?
Perhaps we were related in a past life - or battlefield buddies. Two people fighting the odds together...
11:32pm

Big A


we all have a dark side to us...and that dark side actually is our love that is shinning through our fear...its twised in our minds but it can motivate us to work even harder...its like reverse brain twister
yes maybe
we will always fight the good fight...that what makes us outcasts
11:34pm

Big A


I lived it in its purity up in the north village...I spoke out for the people who did fear themselves to speak out and I paid for it dearly....
11:35pm

hpk


i remember that... so so true...
11:35pm

Big A


but like I told them...if I'm an asshole for that....then I'm an asshole then
like*
I'm proud to be an asshole
11:36pm

hpk


You're not an asshole - you are just saying the way it is...
11:36pm

Big A


lots think I had lost my mind...but it had never been clearer
11:36pmgirl
some people like to live shrouded in fear. ha.. i should be one to talk..
11:37pm

Big A


and to most being clear headed is a scarey thing
11:37pm

hpk


yes! We hang onto everything so dearly... even false hopes and ideals...
11:37pm

Big A


seems like everybody is living in a cloud or in there own world
but none are present
11:38pm

hpk


well, the real world can be a scary place
11:38pm

Big A


living in there fear of themselves
what people might think and say
thank you hpk for letting me let go
tell you my fears
and opening up to you....i don't do that much anymore
and that is one reason why Nancy and I are done....not because of Tiana...but we never spoke about what we feared most....ouresleves
11:40pm

hpk


Oh It's my pleasure, and I thank you for listening to me. It means so much that i have a true friend who understands me, won't judge me, and who knows me longer than, well, everybody i now associate with. We have history my friend. Lots of history...
11:

Big A


yes and its not over you poor bastard
11:41pm

hpk




you're a crazy south american bastard...
11:42pm