Radio pictures, Burlesque, Real tests

I was taking a photography class on the sandy ocean beach. There were other students facing south towards a teacher, listening tentatively to his interesting lecture. He was a great man.

The waves were crashing and the sun set behind wispy clouds. Bold colours of black sea with white caps, orange and pale blue sky with pink clouds took our attention. All students pivoted in their seats westward, towards the setting sun. We were in California.

As our last activity, the teacher handed out cameras and we were to photograph the scene before us. He gave them to us, one by one, all shapes and formats. But when he got to me, all that was left was a radio.

"How am I supposed to take a picture with this?" I asked, rather agitated that I wasn't given the same opportunity as the others. It was an old transistor radio after all, not meant to record anything.

As the old man teacher came towards me to assist, I pointed the radio at the sun and turned the knobs in hopes to capture something. He told me to photograph with my eyes and use the radio to complement the composition, my imagination will carry me through.


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I left the class rather upset, I wanted to photograph the sunset but all I had was an image in my mind paired with static from the radio. I felt sad and wanted to retreat to an isolated place in the school, to be alone.

I went up to the 5th floor thinking it would be quiet, but two random women lost in the school complex followed me. Once through the doors, it was obvious all the dancers were rehearsing for a burlesque show, pressed against each other in their feathers and head pieces.

I walked straight through the corridor and back outside as quickly as possible. Scene change.


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Later in the city, I found Molly and we went shopping for new boots.

After we wore our purchases out, we walked together back to school. Her boyfriend Vince walked ahead of us. He was wearing light blue dock martin boots which I loved, but he walked off-kilter and I remarked to Molly that I thought he was a bit strange. She agreed.

"Let's walk through the park and put the test to our boots." She suggested, and we cut through some trees to a garden. She went around one way and I went the other, finding puddles to step in as we ventured through shrubs and flowerless flower beds. At the other side, we discovered a flood.

The school had become a lodge on the far end of a black lake, hidden in tall spruce trees that glowed in sunlight. "Here's the real test." I said and swung my book-bag around to my back. Thank god I left my computer home. Stepping into the water, I could feel the wet seeping into my boots and soaking up my jeans. "I'm gonna have to go home after this Molly."

As we submerged into the water to swim across to the school, the lake became a pool, cyan chlorine blue with clear water.

Then a text message from Molly woke me up.

3-3-11

March boy, revisited. Were those buds on the trees or just my imagination? Lyfe is full, struggles, triumphs, love, hairballs. Stress turning my hair gray, trying to get the shields up but this starship is on a mission. Sister was in town and I love her. She took this sexy picture of me at the colosseum.

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2-22-11

Jewellry Design collab with Michelle Hishmeh

I decided to save myself

Hosting a party at Adam's parent's place in Mexico city I went outside to see what the commotion was. Erin Williams was in the driveway with Matt Ross, talking about the new cars and the exit strategy. I was given a set of keys as well as instructions on how to operate such devices. Erin opened the hatchback to reveal two medal suitcases, black. I was told they were the new Volkswagen golfs and that my key would unlock this car to it's full size.

Rebels drove by quite rapidly and stormed a millionaires house down the way. I knew there was a revolution happening in Mexico but thought the fighting would stay in the south. I was wrong, and now we were all going to be killed because we were white, and rich.

I ran into the house to warn people, but instead I decided to save myself. I cut through the house to the backyard, cut through Judy's garden. She had just started her spring flowers. Down the path to my secret hiding place, I could hear the guns going off behind me. I bent down and crawled on my stomach through the mud. I passed my old Rogers bill clearly soaked in the rain. I knew that if I could just make it to my hiding hole I would be safe.

dead dad x3 to breakfast

The first I had was a nightmare so intense I woke myself up from unconscious screaming. My dad was dead.

The second was equally vague but still revolving around my father's death. I remarked to my mother that he was only 52.

By the third round I was a high school student again, trying to get a ride to school. I had missed the bus and found my mother putting her makeup on in the master bathroom. I asked if she would drive me, but she said no.

I walked downstairs, and into the dining room where my mothers purse sat. I'd been forced to stay home for days because of my father's death, and just wanted to go back to school. I rummaged through her purse and found my iPhone which had turned into a diamond ring, but still worked the same.

"I just need a ride" I said to myself aloud.

I heard someone cooking to my left in the kitchen.

"I'll drive you" interrupted my dad. Turns out he had been making breakfast all along and really wasn't dead.

J.B + A.H

Recording Rafaela's v-day graffiti project for her woman, she gets me to make a little one (my first) for my man. Quick edit at her east end place. She's tha best. Then watched Liquid sky to find many a greats have ripped off this early 80's classic. Spring nights in February. Happy v-day to all the great loves of my life! xxxo

*future fall through

Train for assistant job, get illustration job instead, start brainstorming. Work 1.5 best days, meet with agency, client reports loss last quarter. Client pulls advertising budget until 'back to school'. Mean time good bye to assistant job. Back to the drawing board.

"Walk like an Egyptian"

http://blogs.aljazeera.net/middle-east/2011/02/10/live-blog-feb-11-egypt-protests

Attack of the Dear

At a bonfire in the far back of my parents yard, I was left alone to tend to the flames. It was going strong, a huge circular fire pit had been built on the edge of the woods and was crackling with delight. The crisp dusk in early winter was the setting, and although my friends had left me, I felt at peace.

There was a loud thump that came from the forest, just beyond the perimeter of the trees. I knew it was a deer, and she hoped out at me beside the fire.

Standing up, I took a defensive pose on the bench not expecting any confrontation from the typically docile creature. She lunged at me, hooves in the air. I grabbed my fire poker and attempted to scare her off, flailing the spear side to side. She didn't back down. This deer had rage for me, standing on her hind legs battling me with her front. She started to growl and show me her sharp teeth. She was a predator.

I finally had to fight back in order to discourage this advancing enemy. I used the poker as a baseball bat and hit her in the ribs as hard as I could. It was enough, and she ran back into the woods.

I jumped off the bench to follow the deer but I saw my mother in the distance watching me. A large flock of birds flew into the yard with the snow, most landed on the high branches of a spruce. I felt compelled to take a photograph but kept going.

My mother said something to me as I walked towards the trees. I peered through to another woman further back, as if through the trees revealed another persons world. She stood in the blue night that was turning to black, beside her steed. This horse kept changing appearances, from stallion to deer to buck back to stallion. Colours, shapes and sizes. The deer that I had injured was returning to her.

I looked over the the fire I was to tend and realized that it had almost gone out. How much time had I spent battling the deer? watching this woman? Quickly I stopped my pursuit and used my poker to bring the embers back to life. As I dug through the ashes my mother came up from behind. "Can you get it going again?" She asked.

((((sunday (((o))) thursday))))

Post 'snowmageddon' deep freezes 17cm deep but sun gorged. "Look and pretend it's summer" until you go outside. Goodmorning relish5,6,7&tendril? We got a roommate!!!!

Graydon and Hayden

I was at the movies with Adam and we had VIP seats. It was the premier of an art film where many personalities were present, all wearing dark clothing, taking their seats amidst the murmur of quite conversation.

Adam returned with popcorn and that's when I realized we were at the front of the theatre, looking backwards over the audience.

These few VIP seats at the ends of the two ails of the theatre were designed so the viewer could watch the reverse of the film, mirrored at the back of the room. I was excited.

In the front row I noticed Graydon and Hayden and got up to say 'hi!'. They were on a date so I naturally pointed out Adam across the way. I looked at him, wearing all black dress clothes with slicked hair, and I absolutely gushed.

future of the past

cc popular science weekly circa 1925

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