PATRICK EVOKE

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Jiddu Krishnamurti quotes on Love

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Jiddu Krishnamurti quotes on Love

The demand to be safe in relationship inevitably breeds sorrow and fear. This seeking for security is inviting insecurity. Have you ever found security in any of your relationships? Have you? Most of us want the security of loving and being loved, but is there love when each one of us is seeking his own security, his own particular path?

We are not loved because we don't know how to love. What is love? The word is so loaded and corrupted that I hardly like to use it. Everybody talks of love - every magazine and newspaper and every missionary talks everlastingly of love. I love my country, I love my king, I love some book, I love that mountain, I love pleasure, I love my wife, I love God. Is love an idea? If it is, it can be cultivated, nourished, cherished, pushed around, twisted in any way you like. When you say you love God what does it mean? It means that you love a projection of your own imagination, a projection of yourself clothed in certain forms of respectability according to what you think is noble and holy; so to say, `I love God', is absolute nonsense. When you worship God you are worshipping yourself - and that is not love.

Because we cannot solve this human thing called love we run away into abstractions. Love may be the ultimate solution to all man's difficulties, problems and travails, so how are we going to find out what love is? By merely defining it? The church has defined it one way, society another, and there are all sorts of deviations and perversions. Adoring someone, sleeping with someone, the emotional exchange, the companionship - is that what we mean by love? That has been the norm, the pattern, and it has become so tremendously personal, sensuous, and limited that religions have declared that love is something much more than this. In what they call human love they see there is pleasure, competition, jealousy, the desire to possess, to hold, to control and to interfere with another's thinking, and knowing the complexity of all this they say there must be another kind of love, divine, beautiful, untouched, uncorrupted.

Throughout the world, so-called holy men have maintained that to look at a woman is something totally wrong: they say you cannot come near to God if you indulge in sex, therefore they push it aside although they are eaten up with it. But by denying sexuality they put out their eyes and cut out their tongues for they deny the whole beauty of the earth. They have starved their hearts and minds; they are dehydrated human beings; they have banished beauty because beauty is associated with woman.

Can love be divided into the sacred and the profane, the human and the divine, or is there only love? Is love of the one and not of the many? If I say,`I love you', does that exclude the love of the other? Is love personal or impersonal? Moral or immoral? Family or non-family? If you love mankind can you love the particular? Is love sentiment? Is love emotion? Is love pleasure and desire? All these questions indicate, don't they, that we have ideas about love, ideas about what it should or should not be, a pattern or a code developed by the culture in which we live.
So to go into the question of what love is we must first ideals and ideologies of what it should or should not be. To divide anything into what should be and what is, is the most deceptive way of dealing with life.

Now how am I going to find out what this flame is which we call love - not how to express it to another but what it means in itself? I will first reject what the church, what society, what my parents and friends, what every person and every book has said about it because I want to find out for myself what it is. Here is an enormous problem that involves the whole of mankind, there have been a thousand ways of defining it and I myself am caught in some pattern or other according to what I like or enjoy at the moment - so shouldn't I, in order to understand it, first free myself from my own inclinations and prejudices? I am confused, torn by my own desires, so I say to myself, `First clear up your own confusion. Perhaps you may be able to discover what love is through what it is not.'

The government says, `Go and kill for the love of your country'. Is that love? Religion says, `Give up sex for the love of God'. Is that love? Is love desire? Don't say no. For most of us it is – desire with pleasure, the pleasure that is derived through the senses, through sexual attachment and fulfilment. I am not against sex, but see what is involved in it. What sex gives you momentarily is the total abandonment of yourself, then you are back again with your turmoil, so you want a repetition over and over again of that state in which there is no worry, no problem, no self. You say you love your wife. In that love is involved sexual pleasure, the pleasure of having someone in the house to look after your children, to cook. You depend on her; she has given you her body, her emotions, her encouragement, a certain feeling of security and well-being. Then she turns away from you; she gets bored or goes off with someone else, and your whole emotional balance is destroyed, and this disturbance, which you don't like, is called jealousy. There is pain in it, anxiety, hate and violence. So what you are really saying is, `As long as you belong to me I love you but the moment you don't I begin to hate you. As long as I can rely on you to satisfy my demands, sexual and otherwise, I love you, but the moment you cease to supply what I want I don't like you.' So there is antagonism between you, there is separation, and when you feel separate from another there is no love. But if you can live with your wife without thought creating all these contradictory states, these endless quarrels in yourself, then perhaps - perhaps - you will know what love is. Then you are completely free and so is she, whereas if you depend on her for all your pleasure you are a slave to her. So when one loves there must be freedom, not only from the other person but from oneself.

This belonging to another, being psychologically nourished by another, depending on another - in all this there must always be anxiety, fear, jealousy, guilt, and so long as there is fear there is no love; a mind ridden with sorrow will never know what love is; sentimentality and emotionalism have nothing whatsoever to do with love. And so love is not to do with pleasure and desire.

Love is not the product of thought which is the past. Thought cannot possibly cultivate love. Love is not hedged about and caught in jealousy, for jealousy is of the past. Love is always active present. It is not `I will love' or `I have loved'. If you know love you will not follow anybody. Love does not obey. When you love there is neither respect nor disrespect. Don't you know what it means really to love somebody - to love without hate, without jealousy, without anger, without wanting to interfere with what he is doing or thinking, without condemning, without comparing - don't you know what it means? Where there is love is there comparison? When you love someone with all your heart, with all your mind, with all your body, with your entire being, is there comparison? When you totally abandon yourself to that love there is not the other.

Does love have responsibility and duty, and will it use those words? When you do something out of duty is there any love in it? In duty there is no love. The structure of duty in which the human being is caught is destroying him. So long as you are compelled to do something because it is your duty you don't love what you are doing. When there is love there is no duty and no responsibility.

Most parents unfortunately think they are responsible for their children and their sense of responsibility takes the form of telling them what they should do and what they should not do, what they should become and what they should not become. The parents want their children to have a secure position in society. What they call responsibility is part of that respectability they worship; and it seems to me that where there is respectability there is no order; they are concerned only with becoming a perfect bourgeois. When they prepare their children to fit into society they are perpetuating war, conflict and brutality. Do you call that care and love? Really to care is to care as you would for a tree or a plant, watering it, studying its needs, the best soil for it, looking after it with gentleness and tenderness - but when you prepare your childrren to fit into society you are preparing them to be killed. If you loved your children you would have no war. When you lose someone you love you shed tears - are your tears for yourself or for the one who is dead? Are you crying for yourself or for another? Have you ever cried for another? Have you ever cried for your son who is killed on the battlefield? You have cried, but do those tears come out of self-pity or have you cried because a human being has been killed? If you cry out of self-pity your tears have no meaning because you are concerned about yourself. If you are crying because you are bereft of one in whom you have invested a great deal of affection, it was not really affection. When you cry for your brother who dies cry for him. It is very easy to cry for yourself because he is gone. Apparently you are crying because your heart is touched, but it is not touched for him, it is only touched by self- pity and self-pity makes you hard, encloses you, makes you dull and stupid.

When you cry for yourself, is it love - crying because you are lonely, because you have been left, because you are no longer powerful - complaining of your lot, your environmment - always you in tears? If you understand this, which means to come in contact with it as directly as you would touch a tree or a pillar or a hand, then you will see that sorrow is self-created, sorrow is created by thought, sorrow is the outcome of time. I had my brother three years ago, now he is dead, now I am lonely, aching, there is no one to whom I can look for comfort or companionship, and it brings tears to my eyes. You can see all this happening inside yourself if you watch it. You can see it fully, completely, in one glance, not take analytical time over it. You can see in a moment the whole structure and nature of this shoddy little thing called `me', my tears, my family, my nation, my belief, my religion - all that ugliness, it is all inside you. When you see it with your heart, not with your mind, when you see it from the very bottom of your heart, then you have the key that will end sorrow. Sorrow and love cannot go together, but in the Christian world they have idealized suffering, put it on a cross and worshipped it, implying that you can never escape from suffering except through that one particular door, and this is the whole structure of an exploiting religious society.
So when you ask what love is, you may be too frightened to see the answer. It may mean complete upheaval; it may break up the family; you may discover that you do not love your wife or husband or children - do you? - you may have to shatter the house you have built, you may never go back to the temple.

But if you still want to find out, you will see that fear is not love, dependence is not love, jealousy is not love, possessiveness and domination are not love, responsibility and duty are not love, self-pity is not love, the agony of not being loved is not love, love is not the opposite of hate any more than humility is the opposite of vanity. So if you can eliminate all these, not by forcing them but by washing them away as the rain washes the dust of many days from a leaf, then perhaps you will come upon this strange flower which man always hungers after. If you have not got love - not just in little drops but in abundance if you are not filled with it - the world will go to disaster. You know intellectually that the unity of mankind is essential and that love is the only way, but who is going to teach you how to love? Will any authority, any method, any system, tell you how to love? If anyone tells you, it is not love. Can you say, `I will practise love. I will sit down day after day and think about it. I will practise being kind and gentle and force myself to pay attention to others?'

Do you mean to say that you can discipline yourself to love, exercise the will to love? When you exercise discipline and will to love, love goes out of the window. By practising some method or system of loving you may become extraordinarily clever or more kindly or get into a state of non-violence, but that has nothing whatsoever to do with love.

In this torn desert world there is no love because pleasure and desire play the greatest roles, yet without love your daily life has no meaning. And you cannot have love if there is no beauty. Beauty is not something you see - not a beautiful tree, a beautiful picture, a beautiful building or a beautiful woman. There is beauty only when your heart and mind know what love is. Without love and that sense of beauty there is no virtue, and you know very well that, do what you will, improve society, feed the poor, you will only be creating more mischief, for without love there is only ugliness and poverty in your own heart and mind. But when there is love and beauty, whatever you do is right, whatever you do is in order. If you know how to love, then you can do what you like because it will solve all other problems. So we reach the point: can the mind come upon love without discipline, without thought, without enforcement, without any book, any teacher or leader - come upon it as one comes upon a lovely sunset? It seems to me that one thing is absolutely necessary and that is passion without motive - passion that is not the result of some commitment or attachment, passion that is not lust. A man who does not know what passion is will never know love because love can come into being only when there is total self-abandonment. A mind that is seeking is not a passionate mind and to come upon love without seeking it is the only way to find it - to come upon it unknowingly and not as the result of any effort or experience. Such a love, you will find, is not of time; such a love is both personal and impersonal, is both the one and the many. Like a flower that has perfume you can smell it or pass it by. That flower is for everybody and for the one who takes trouble to breathe it deeply and look at it with delight. Whether one is very near in the garden, or very far away, it is the same to the flower because it is full of that perfume and therefore it is sharing with everybody.

Love is something that is new, fresh, alive. It has no yesterday and no tomorrow. It is beyond the turmoil of thought. It is only the innocent mind which knows what love is, and the innocent mind can live in the world which is not innocent. To find this extraordinary thing which man has sought endlessly through sacrifice, through worship, through relationship, through sex, through every form of pleasure and pain, is only possible when thought comes to understand itself and comes naturally to an end. Then love has no opposite, then love has no conflict. You may ask, `If I find such a love, what happens to my wife, my children, my family? They must have security.' When you put such a question you have never been outside the field of thought, the field of consciousness. When once you have been outside that field you will never ask such a question because then you will know what love is in which there is no thought and therefore no time. You may read this mesmerized and enchanted, but actually to go beyond thought and time - which means going beyond sorrow - is to be aware that there is a different dimension called love. But you don't know how to come to this extraordinary fount - so what do you do? If you don't know what to do, you do nothing, don't you? Absolutely nothing. Then inwardly you are completely silent. Do you understand what that means? It means that you are not seeking, not wanting, not pursuing; there is no centre at all. Then there is love.

-1980

Question: I am full of hate. Will you please teach me how to love?

K: No one can teach you how to love. If people could be taught how to love, the world problem would be very simple, would it not? If we could learn how to love from a book as we learn mathematics, this would be a marvelous world; there would be no hate, no exploitation, no wars, no division of rich and poor, and we would all be really friendly with each other. But love is not so easily come by. It is easy to hate, and hate brings people together after a fashion; it creates all kinds of fantasies, it brings about various types of co-operation, as in war. But love is much more difficult. You cannot learn how to love, but what you can do is to observe hate and put it gently aside. Don't battle against hate, don't say how terrible it is to hate people, but see hate for what it is and let it drop away; brush it aside, it is not important. What is important is not to let hate take root in your mind. Do you understand? Your mind is like rich soil, and if given sufficient time any problem that comes along takes root like a weed, and then you have the trouble of pulling it out; but if you do not give the problem sufficient time to take root, then it has no place to grow and it will wither away. If you encourage hate, give it time to take root, to grow, to mature, it becomes an enormous problem. But if each time hate arises you let it go by, then you will find that your mind becomes very sensitive without being sentimental; therefore it will know love.

The mind can pursue sensations, desires, but it cannot pursue love. Love must come to the mind. And, when once love is there, it has no division as sensuous and divine: it is love. That is the extraordinary thing about love: it is the only quality that brings a total comprehension of the whole of existence.

Think on these things, Jiddu Krishnamurti 1964, pp 62-63

You haven't changed. You may say: 'I'm full of love, I'm full of truth, I'm full of knowledge, I'm full of wisdom.' I say: 'That's all nonsense. Do you behave? Are you free of fear? Are you free of ambition, greed, envy and the desire to achieve success in every field? If not, you are just playing a game. You are not serious.'

A Wholly Different Way of Living, Jiddu Krishnamurti

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soilder boys

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2009-07-23T16:27:00.000-07:00

my friend scott and i had a little competition the other day..
get something done that we said we would do ages ago. scott always wins at stuff like that
today my feeling of success comes from actually doing the dishes when i said i would. the counter still needs one more wipe but
all in all there is a feeling of having gotten something done.

scotts bet with himself was that he could finish his story he wrote about a moment we had together 3 years ago and well worth retelling...

http://scottharber.wordpress.com/2009/07/23/freighthopcanada-sorry/

Freight Hopping Across Canada: “Sorry, I can’t come in for my shift.”
By scottharber
I woke up, stepped outside the container, and stood onto the train platform. the sky was pink and violet. Amazing. i had never been to Manitoba but it *felt* like Manitoba. “yeah!”

About three years ago, I went on a freight hopping trip across Canada. After hearing tons of crazy stories from friends who had done it before, I made it a high priority to experience this myself. I was well aware that so much COULD go wrong that I would end up having a horrible time and wanting nothing more than to go back home and sleep in my cozy futon. But then again, shitty times when I’m with my good friends are really not that bad. The potential for having an awesome adventure was enough to convince me that it was a risk worth taking. Turned out to be one of the most exhilarating 5 days of my life. I want to thank pat, ben, tobin for inviting me along. These guys had done this trip several times already, so I knew I was in good hands.

anyway. i have MANY stories from this trip but instead of trying to recap the whole journey in one long entry, i wanted to focus on one particular moment that made me smile. I’ll be able to recall some of the fun little details that made this memory so great, and revisit the memory more vividly. (which will probably result in a more interesting read for you anyway).

SO.. about 2-3 days into the trip, we woke up in the container of an intermodal freight car at sunrise, somewhere in Manitoba. To give you an idea how loud it was, imagine placing one ear next to a running lawnmower. Then your other ear is placed next to someone rhythmically banging a used car with a sledgehammer. it was fucking LOUD. despite this, I was able to get exhausted enough for my brain to completely shut off all aural stimuli and get at least a few hours of sleep every night.

Everything is going well so far. we’re all in a good mood. Weather is nice.. although I did have a bit of an annoying situation to deal with.

I was scheduled to work in 3 hours – IN MONTREAL. 1200 miles away.

Let me give you a brief description of my job at the time just for fun. I was a relay operator for deaf people. an unusual, but strangely interesting job. Basically, deaf users would connect to us via our website, and ask us to phone people (relatives, doctors, loved ones, etc.) the deaf user would type a message to me that I would voice to the hearing person on the phone. The hearing person would then reply by talking directly to me, and I would type everything they say back to the user. Every once in a while I would have to relay cyber/phone sex conversations between a couple in a neutral voice tone. kinda like a robot. Yes it was awkward. Ok, I’ll save the anecdotes from this wonderful job for a future blog entry.

Back to my story. i had tried calling my work at least five times since we got to the yard back in ontario but couldn’t seem to get a good signal for the cellphone I had borrowed from tobin. By now you might be thinking “why didn’t you take care of this before leaving?” well, my decision to go on this trip was very spontaneous, i had decided to leave on friday night, joined my friends in ottawa at 4am, and then left really early in the morning on saturday. i should have called them then, but i didn’t. anyway

me: hey Tobin, can i try using your phone again?
(I dial the # and the phone rings. Finally.)
employer: hello?
me: hey this is scott. I’m schedul..
employer: WHAT??
me (yelling over the rumbling sounds of the train): HEY THIS IS SCOTT. I’M SCHEDULED TO COME IN FOR A SHIFT IN THREE HOURS.
employer: ok?
me: i won’t be able to make it. i’m on a rolling freight train in manitoba right now.
employer: …
me: i’m actually going to be gone for at least a week so.. i won’t be able to come in for any of my shifts this week. Uhm.. i’m basically quitting my job right now.

employer: (tone of voice indicates she’s not really sure what to make of this) uh.. ok??? uh.. so you’re quitting right now??
me: yeah. and when i come back from my trip, i was hoping to get my job back. (this sounded like a reasonable request at the time for some reason. ???)
employer: well. we’ll see if we can work something out. give us a call when you’re back in town.
me: really!? OK THANKS! BYE.

(call disconnected)

laughter erupts. high fives here and there. and we continue with our journey.

what made this so memorable wasn’t just the act of quitting my job on the train. it was the whole range of circumstances at the time (and I think tobin’s photo captures this really well), the combination of rolling through the dream-like landscape, bonding with my buddies, barely awake, dirty as hell, experiencing this non-stop adrenaline rush, and best of all – a VERY satisfying sense of freedom.

I’ve gotta say. Getting to know your country on a rolling freight train is fucking awesome.

more stories to come.

MY WORK AT THE ROYAL ONTARIO MUSEUM

2009-06-13T19:42:00.000-07:00

rise up fallen fighters
rise and take your stance again

bungalow soldier

2008-03-22T20:45:00.001-07:00

for some hot music go here
play 57
then play them all
rumpadadumpa

marker

2008-03-22T17:07:00.000-07:00

Thanks to a user group in Facebook called IM FROM A SMALL TOWN, I'VE PARTIED IN A BARN AND I CAN OUT DRINK YOUR CITY ASS...

marker
3'x 3'
acrylic, ink, watercolor, spray paint on paper

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Jero Desuka!!!!!!!

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Brenda Dickson

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he's from texas, he can't be wrong

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the coolest horse in the world

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Quest

2008-02-10T16:56:00.000-08:00

http://questu.ca/about_quest/this_week.php

hair cut

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Mos Def - Katrina Klap (Dollar Day)

2008-01-01T00:33:00.001-08:00

put a cart on the tracks

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the toy that cant be beat

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tape makeup and a willing face

2007-12-01T06:53:00.000-08:00

La exposición 'BAC!' reúne a un centenar de artistas contemporáneos

2007-11-26T06:47:00.000-08:00

click here for the video:
video

Vídeo: Cuatro artistas describen sus obras. (M.FERNÁNDEZ)
MIGUEL FERNÁNDEZ
BARCELONA
La exposición BAC! BABYLON regresa al CCCB en su octava edición con varios espacios dentro y fuera de Barcelona en múltiples disciplinas artísticas.

El tema que da nombre a la muestra de este año es Babylon, emulando a la antigua Mesopotamia, así como al concepto de lo urbano, de la vida en la ciudad y de sus luces y oscuridades, condensando en un solo soporte disciplinas distintas, como los graffiti, la ilustración y la pintura, que recrean un ambiente urbano en el espacio de la exposición .

La muestra, con inauguración oficial el 26 de noviembre, cuenta con artistas como Michael Wolf, Mariana Vassileva, Peter Granser, Seb Janiak, Virgilio Ferreira, Andreas Lang, Ai Kijima, César Pesquera, Víctor Castillo, Diva, Sonia Carballo (SOCATOBA), Eduardo Infante y Delphine Delás.

BAC! BABYLON. Del 26 de noviembre al 20 de diciembre de 2007
CCCB(Centro de Cultura Contemporánea de Barcelona)
Montalegre 5, Raval.
T. 93 306 41 00
Martes a domingo de 11:00 a 20:00H.
Lunes no festivos cerrado.
Entrada gratuita

send me off to bed forever more

2007-11-22T04:59:00.001-08:00

not my video but bobs poem says much of what im feeling

2007-11-22T04:50:00.000-08:00

wait for it.. wait for it... 9:01

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cocorosie

2007-11-20T14:20:00.001-08:00

pipilotti rist - pompidou centre

2007-11-20T04:42:00.000-08:00

Pipilotti Rist's video installation

2007-11-20T04:40:00.000-08:00

Relation in time - Marina Abramovic

2007-11-20T04:37:00.000-08:00

17 hour performance

2007-11-20T04:32:00.000-08:00

nam myoho..

..........hengue kyo

somehow memorable barce moments

2007-11-19T05:48:00.001-08:00

a man much like dustin hofman in rain man walks passed me and towards a tree, hugs it and then kisses the bark. he then shuffles to another tree and does the same. i watch him do this for the entire block.

2 southern american fellas (kentucky...texas...kansas) at an internet cafe in the gothic area of barcelona.>they stand waiting for their friends who are still in the long distance cubicles. they speak about news that each of them has just recieved. I guess that they are soldiers on holiday from basra or babylon. ¨Mum is getting a tube up her leg with a camera in it¨says one. ¨Shit¨says the other ¨Yeah, She cant drink any drinks with caffein in them no more¨ ¨Shit!¨ ¨Yeah no caffein, its shit, poor mum she loves caffein!¨

20 tourists take a photo of the same thing at the same moment (Gaudi House)

The washing machine at the house im staying at explodes and starts to burn. The owner and I attempt to open it but realise that these things are not designed to be fixed but to be chucked. Planned obscelesence at its most rediculous.

Stumbling on the area of town that was shotup during the franco years.. riddled.. huge pock marks.. but still the presence of police grows and the feeling that it could happen all over again does not jolt the passers by of this wall to start throwing stones at the police who stand like gustapo gaurds staring eyebrowless and silent.

toots!

2007-11-18T03:28:00.001-08:00

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life in a 2x2 suitcase

2007-11-18T02:05:00.000-08:00

what to do with memories. some people rip them in half and chuck them in the bin. maybe it was too hard to bear. the entire suitcase i found was filled with photos of one man from birth to death. birth certificates, 1940´s school photos, moments posing with his sweetheat, his bride and then his family which extended almost beyond the frame of a panoramic shot ripped in half lengthwise. There are hundreds of old negatives and in a pile at the bottom of it all, a funeral momento. The feeling of sifting through this time capsule is a mix of invasion of a mans privacy but also shock that so much would be discarded.. should i keep it.. ? Use it so something of this can live on besides the 20 grandkids.

Surely we can´t keep it all, hold on to the material, store it for someday when we realise that we havent looked at these old photos in 40 years... but what do we keep? My friend Ben salvaged a huge box of photos that I had chucked out. HE passionately told me that these were the things that we had to keep no matter what. I question now within the age of digital how many moments get dragged into the trash with a click of the mouse forever.

Any how, the photos are mine now and I have a week to make them live forever.

brand new second hand

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thank god it happened that way

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2007-11-14T11:44:00.001-08:00

moving on

2007-11-14T11:34:00.001-08:00

2007-11-11T05:46:00.000-08:00

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2007-11-09T23:02:00.000-08:00

new government buildings in hull

Hullo, Hullo We are the Billy Boys

2007-11-07T22:54:00.000-08:00

ah man
first impressions of barcelona .. first impressions of any place removed from ones internal clock´s mean time are processed through a jet lagged head and injected with obsurdity. Spain right now is no exception as I spend the sunglorious days in a painted black subterannean exhibition hall basement in a partial state of the homesick blues due to relation-ship sinking(no details available at this time). Above ground there are 20 000 yobs dressed in blue with light pink skin and soaked to the pores with rash causing booze. Scary folks supporting the Rangers of quaint Glasgow town. Spain is excellent. Derek, Juan and I are at the project early and everyone seems to be gelling well on top of that the Organizers are bang on = plenty of folks to help make the event a success.

I have an urge to become one of these Rangers and put on a little play at the opening night of the festival.. Ill need to eat nothing but bread and booze for the next 23 days if I am to be convincing and horrifying to the art lovers. Perhaps a good goal is to get removed from the event for singing my teams cheer pantless and face down grovelling next to the cheese table. But what would this accomplish you ask¿? Not a whole lot. Mostly the fullfillment of a desire to control one of these Yobs and have him do things for me that would make me laugh, cry and if all goes well, be sick. For I do not want to poke fingers at one group. Perhaps I should assume a role as the fan of a team that is not yet playing in European League Football.

Any ideas for team names?

love pat

http://thescotsman.scotsman.com/sport.cfm?id=567502006

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Billy_Boys

World Press Photo

2007-11-06T05:05:00.000-08:00

crazy show of photos at the gallery we are at showing this years best photos according to the world press photo folks. if you dont know that site please have a look.

http://www.worldpressphoto.org/

A short hop from Nelson to Castlegar
By Scott Harber

2007-11-06T00:05:00.001-08:00

rest. dishes, spanish coffee substitute

Barcelona hour- 1

2007-11-05T11:14:00.000-08:00

well, my camera won´t upload on this computer or i would have some visuals of my day.
skip ahead to sitting in the frankfurt departure terminal where i find myself looking up from a german USA today to find my face at butt height of 13 scottish soccer yobs who have begun taunting their first target, an east indian guy standing under the flight schedual tv.. he remains silent.. they giggle like fat 10 year olds in thier pale jeans, zit necks (one has his zit neck covered in a home team scarf) and untucked button downs.. all are no more than 23 but look 40.. a product of the good life that will soon bring death. Then they start harrassing a girl.. with german accents. . i grow increasingly filled with venom but subdue it for the moment until the most drunk of the lot turns to me and says something about my beard.. I say nothing, fear of a german jail keeps me from letting out the first thing that comes to mind.. ---Jonny! is that you? Its me Bobby from Selkirk.. my man Sandy still wants his money for the bomb making material you bought from him...

Well.. finally the flight was boarded and the yobs thankfully sat at the tail of the plane.. i told the pilot who greeted us getting on that there were a few gents who would be some problem due to beverage alchohol.. he knodded and said thankyou. Short flight.. plane touches down.. seatbelt light goes off and everyone jumps up only to be told to sit back down as the police were on their way to assist someone off the plane. . my friend Jonny!

The plane sits there for 30 minutes.. firey spaniards are not stoked and finally the men in green arrive and escort said yobbo off the plane in a dead silence.

I walk down to get my bag and wait a while until the belt starts.. Jonny´s buddies are standing feet from me and now seem 8 years old and very focused on the floor tiles.

Houra por los mosos de esquadra!

2007-11-04T02:30:00.000-08:00

Happiness comes cheap - even for millionaires

2007-11-04T02:01:00.000-08:00

In a study commissioned by the National Lottery, Dr Richard Tunney of the University's School of Psychology found that it's the simple things in life that impact most positively on our sense of well being.

more

2007-11-04T00:41:00.000-07:00

Cultivate the habit of early rising. It is unwise to keep the head long on a level with the feet.: Henry David Thoreau

2007-11-03T16:35:00.000-07:00

build your own projector for 200$

you could probably do it for much less if you bought this

ebay

2007-11-02T17:34:00.001-07:00

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2007-11-02T02:36:00.001-07:00

Jonathan Cruz and I did a piece in the
North of Canada during the Alianait
Polar Festival.

As it never gets dark in the summer
months in Iqaluit 5 year old kids would visit us painting at 3am.

(Art for Social Change: Mural in Iqaluit, Nunavut with Jonathan
Cruz included in multiple presentations by UCLA
(University of California, Los Angeles) Professor, Judy Baca

2007-11-02T02:20:00.001-07:00

purple sky and hills tonight
and a scramble up the cliffs in
a dark sharp forest
Mediumship

2007-11-01T01:34:00.000-07:00

brush cut
acrylic on canvas
2007

2007-10-30T12:15:00.000-07:00

shrink wrap
acrylic on canvas
11"x 18"
2007

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2007-10-29T04:19:00.001-07:00

2007-10-29T04:11:00.001-07:00

2007-10-29T04:10:00.001-07:00

glacier and cul de sac

2007-10-29T04:08:00.001-07:00

praying into the divide
painted in a corner

2007-10-29T04:05:00.001-07:00

2007-10-29T04:02:00.001-07:00

shshshshoppin'
photo by me

2007-10-29T03:58:00.001-07:00

2007-10-29T01:36:00.001-07:00

walmart

2007-10-29T01:28:00.001-07:00

Gothick and Bark are at it again with a new album, 2 videos and a line of Patriotic Tshirts

www.madvandalposse.com

2007-10-27T17:37:00.001-07:00

painting over bad words

2007-10-26T01:59:00.001-07:00

party crashers test 1
By: me
October 2007

Barcelona Contemporary Arts Festival

2007-10-23T18:32:00.000-07:00

Thanks to Schools Without Borders and the organizers of BAC07 I will be making my way to Spain in a weeks time to participate in the 2007 Contemporary Arts Festival of Barcelona at Centre de Cultura Contemporània de Barcelona. Joining me in Spain to collaborate on this project are Derek Mehaffey and Juan Carlos Noria.

Part of the project will include imagery which has been kindly shared by
the University of Sheffield's Geography Department;
www.worldmapper.org

Schools Without Borders has kindly provided me with my flight and inspired me to expand my focus beyond the BAC festival and towards working with RAI (Recursos d’Animació Intercultural), an organisation based in Barcelona who among other things, uses visual arts to improve the youth facilities and encourage dialog in an isolated suburban area of the city.

Over the month of November I will be updating my blog as often as possible to share my experience through stories, drawings and photography. I hope those of you that read this take the time to swing on by this catch-all of thoughts and have a look at what I will be up to.

Thanks!

Please have a look at the following links...

Schools Without Borders

http://www.schoolswithoutborders.com/SWB/

Centre de Cultura Contemporània de Barcelona

http://www.cccb.org/ca/

RAI (Recursos d’Animació Intercultural)

http://www.pangea.org/rai/

BAC07 MAIN SITE

http://www.bacfestival.com

Scotia Bank Art in the Dark

2007-09-27T02:45:00.001-07:00

ALL NIGHT ART IN TORONTO SEPT 29th

Diane Borsato and many more

mid pressure cooking diamond mind

2007-09-25T22:14:00.000-07:00

big water colors of fake diamonds

2007-09-25T03:43:00.000-07:00

jonathan meese art

shrink wrap = best weapon of non violence

2007-09-25T03:09:00.000-07:00

Rigoberta Menchu Live at The Human Forum Part 1

2007-09-25T03:07:00.000-07:00

Celebrity Mantle: Gilbert and George

2007-09-25T01:07:00.000-07:00

DADADADADADADADADADADADA

2007-09-24T21:43:00.000-07:00

The ABC's of DADA (1 of 3)

2007-09-24T19:54:00.001-07:00

The Cheshire Cat smile worn by Mahmoud Ahmadinejad during his address at Columbia University on Monday was no surprise — the event was a resounding victory for the Iranian president. Of course, students and faculty in the hall jeered many of his comments, while protestors outside denounced him as the new Hitler. And Columbia University president Lee Bollinger — clearly stung by criticism of the institution for hosting Ahmadinejad — used his introduction to excoriate the Iranian leader as everything from a "cruel and petty dictator" to "astonishingly uneducated." But all of this was merely grist for Ahmadinejad. The furor it had created ensured that what might have passed as a relatively obscure address in a small Ivy League auditorium turned into a national media event, in which the Iranian president had the microphone, unmolested, for the best part of an hour.

for more... http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,1665018,00.html

and http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3240s_ahmadinejad-at-columbia-university_news

the story of martyrs for god- Cult of the Suicide Bomber

2007-09-24T04:06:00.000-07:00

CHANNEL4: CULT OF THE SUICIDE BOMBER 1 OF 5
Uploaded by Top-Notch112

for more .. http://www.dailymotion.com/relevance/search/cult+of+the+suicide+bomber/video/x2n31v_channel4-cult-of-the-suicide-bomber_news

http://www.redbullweb.com/8.html

2007-09-24T02:23:00.001-07:00

lizzzzzzzzzarodo!!!!!!!! noooooooo!!!!!

2007-09-23T20:24:00.001-07:00

Smokey Robinson is smoother than honey

2007-09-23T18:30:00.000-07:00

Dixon at Artguise

2007-09-23T02:23:00.001-07:00

My friend Dixon never stops

elastic boy

2007-09-21T01:11:00.000-07:00

Elastic Boy
Uploaded by Lebanon-Star

The Story of India - Part1

2007-09-20T02:56:00.000-07:00

The next parts can be found at www.stage6.com

search.. the story of india

enjoy!

Miss Carolina!

2007-09-19T22:05:00.000-07:00

2007-09-17T18:11:00.000-07:00

thank goodness for china

2007-09-16T19:17:00.001-07:00