Ku-ing the States of Fear

 "I had a fool's confidence..." that a life conducted openly, honestly, and earnestly would keep the fear at bay.  

In yesterday's BUSH society, the main accomplishment was the creation of a new world energy now governed by fear and mistrust; our basic sense of community now demoralized by it; so much so that seeming good intentions and kindness are not expected and therefore not trusted.  In fact when it is offered, suspicion, or counter offers in the form of passive aggression seem to be standard responses.  

On this playing field, there's no teamwork.  We pull away from each other, pull into ourselves, into our shells where we think its safe.  But there's the rub.  Inside the shell we starve ourselves of touch, kind sounds, support, affection, and thus good fortune that can only come from supportive communities.  As fearful beings we only support our egotistical inner demons who see others as enemies of our progress. 

But there are no enemies; only friends who live in fear as we do.  Ironic that in fear we strive to be alone, rather than to reach out to protect and hold each other up.  This really pisses me off, but most of the time it just disappoints and saddens me.  However, all of the time I want to be, so I rebel by trying to be, a confident fool who just wants to be playing with YOU in the rain...fearlessly.

"Somehow Crazy"
Sun sets on our love
So intense and then nothing
Funny how it dies.

"venge-full"
Takes two to refill
(One to distract, two to kill)
The space left by one

~ Mystic Urchin~

SeBiArt at the JA Nat'l Gallery: Auction for Haiti

Hey guys,

This is a super quick post/invite for you to come out and support Art Auction for Haiti - a collaborative charity event organised by the Edna Manley foundation, the National Gallery of Jamaica, Hi-Qo Galleries, Harmony Hall, the Mutual Gallery and Art Centre, and Roktowa. 

Previews begin this Wednesday, April 14th at the National Gallery, and the Auction will be open for bidding on Sunday, April 18th.

  
There will be work in a number of mediums, from quite a few important Jamaican artists for sale - in aid of Haitian art recovery and reconstruction efforts in Haiti.  

The preview will be open through the week and I have two pieces in the auction - earlier works from the CrowDeD series. 

The Catalogue is now online.

Please come out and support and BUY something! 

RELATED JOURNEY POSTS:

Let Go: While Haiti Cries, We Must Try (Jan 2010)

Let Go II: Ties That Bind (Jan 2010) 

Apathy as Peace of Mind?

I’m becoming increasingly concerned by the threatening possibility that the only way to stay calm these days, is quite simply to withdraw into apathy, to block the incomprehensible amount of flying bullshit from every direction.

As soon as I’m anywhere near disingenuous or needlessly competitive self aggrandizing energy, or a TV set, or in earshot of any radio station tuned to just about ANY news station, my brain literally begins to block sound and light, and I start tunneling all mental and physical efforts toward escape.

Currently tangled in the net...

Or maybe this is the detritus result, a remnant sensitivity if you will, to ditching anti-anxiety pills in order to preserve my sanity, memory, and sense of control over my faculties.

Long sigh into the vastness...  

People who need health care in America are fighting against its provision;  one of the world’s oldest and certainly one of the largest organizations - the Catholic Church - is cracking under child abuse scandal and scrutiny now directly hitting the leader itself; the US Census Bureau has decided to offer me the choice to be called a Negro; we seek refuge via Facebook-Twitter-Texting-big screen/little screen love-with-no-talking-or-touching but constant me-me-me marketing; earthquakes are shaking up shit everywhere; China is buying up everything and we have a Tea Party; Israel and Palestine… … …; we're in a recession but people are getting richer...; the Congo – the Congo – the Congo – anybody?; and on and on and on… And here I am, in need of creative inspiration, desperately gripping to the idea that photography of the non-journalistic kind is important.  Humpf. 

Deep breath…

TV/Radio/PC ga-ga off.

Click wheel activated.

Headphones in, vital stats normalizing.

Smilin' - in Jamaica.

Nap time.