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| 7.7.12 We accidentally walked under the scope of the freedom tower. We were trying to get somewhere else and accidentally walked into this mall of marble. Luckily the mirrors created a nice effect as I snagged a photograph of a passing stranger. |
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| 7.7.12 The 'door' closed where the aforementioned stranger had stood (and multiplied and reduced in some of the video sequence.) |
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| 7.7.12 A beauty supply advertisement still in that city mall. |
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| After. Trees outside of Manhatten apartments. Cropped and mirrored to create the introduction of the 1st song. Yes ther'r trees in the city every here'n'there. |
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A cityscape as seen from the farie coming back from Governor's Island.
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There are a lot more but can you blame me for not adding them right now when I have no secretary or maintenance team. I'm already warring off a face-zit & running an illegal gambling operation where I have to keep an eye on 7,221 miniature zebras on a hotwheels slope that serves as a racetrack.*
*This may or may not be a joke. You decide. Imagine the waste of effort and work hours hiring an investigation team to break open the case of a miniature Zebra gambling operation.
This video was put together 09/18/2012*
Material by Lome Menstrual
01. GrehOme [0:01-1:05]
02. IDentity [1:05-4:21]
03. (not yet named)[4:21-8:46]
Photos/Video:Ithaca,Ny/Nyc
*Time measurement recorded in Gregorian system & may be completely inaccurate as opposed to other time systems.
It was a tuesday, one week exact after the 11th anniversary of Emegency-Day.
An intent stirred up. Being able to sit down and have images being pulled up at such a speed was almost unbelievable as the only difficulty that came about was being able to catch up,physically, with the muse.. So that I did not slow down too far behind from sensations being translated to something 'material.' I'd become used to that feeling in a sense where translating or being with a sort of flow with images coming outward but the extent of this 'visitation' from the Muse that Tuesday night was heavy,heavy,heavy.
Needs of hydration or food or even a break kept calling but drinking or eating or slowing down wouldn't be allowed because the motion, if interrupted, would have been insulted and vacate.
I think there's years worth of video and image to put together
and transfer pieces.
So everything can be comprised of a personal experience or long walk where photographs were melded into available stock.In arts you don't necessarily have to be confined to an employment deadline and a passion or urge to complete something almost always or indefinitely surpasses any 9-5 series of hours. If anything the amount of hours that can take place includes the drive to-and-back, all included regular lunch hours and each second and minute that would be listening to that lady Jan in the elevator who you think just talk talk talk talk talk talk talks but you would find it rude to tell her otherwise so you just stand there in the elevator with a hidden cringe about to burst and keep on listening.
A buildup was being released because before that process there was a momentous weight of some of the most pitiful feelings of loathing and disaster about being 'here.' It's like where that collective feeling enters your bloodstream and all of those woes or sufferings of a global conscience trade places with your own being right there right that very second.
As soon as the process [of putting pieces of the video together] began, though, it was like a door or window opened up and sucked those feelings [of discontent] to a different air. The concentration was undivided.
Some pheromone scent I never sensed before was coming from me.. I felt like some extinct animal from some lost jungle land had entered my ears and into my tear ducts and then exited out from my pores as sweat.
The room was filled with that space being created by an uncut intent, completely reversing those awful sensations of alienation. It was a calling to form an image and felt moreso natural and as a given.
I remember the first two images reminding me of faces/creatures you might see when staring in to wood grains when in the forest. Also, the lime green opening image at about 3 seconds seemed like the molecules &/or innards of some bacterial life. I'm not sure how to explain it entirely but it has a feeling,to me, of being at the level of looking at what even the most sensitive microscope would be able to pick up on and staring at that life form from the range at being at it's 'feet' (can bacteria afford Doc Martins?).. with roots/appendages protruding out at either side from the base to the head. That is what is so fun about creating the mirrored images: the practice of interpreting the imagination from where it is like gazing up at clouds once again: A practice that doesn't have to be given up from developing from 'child' into 'adult.'
The three songs were pretty much chosen at random, each from a separate project. The first, GrehOme, being from some Nova Scota pop sensation calling themselves Lemontrees
They're the only band to have had a decapitated deer-head target as the electric bass player. There were the Kettlers, however, a Mississippi garage band, who had a decapitated deer-head who was a fuhhhnominal but underrated keyboardist.
IDentity
The Idea, the ID, the character, the entities
Moving to encouragement
walking away from town and falling into the Earth
moving away from discouragement of ideas that conflict with the general and cozy patterns.
It's still ghetto, picking 'orchestra drums' from a casio.. hoping the transfer will match up, sometimes it doesnt, with the guitar laying I am adding it over. If anyone ever wants a personal complaint about editing wav files and matching up drums or other layers that occasional lag I will type a lengthy critique otherwise I wouldn't imagine it being joyful to read about.
It's probably not finished quite completely but it was grabbed and chosen and complimented some of the images.
I walked away from town and leapt over the guard rail and walked underneath the bridge. The further up that stream I had went the more vivid my thoughts and feelings of assurance had grown. Some anxious reflection of the many moods grouped together in the town area made me feel almost guilty for feeling content at first when I was there.. because that content was facing off with a heavy feeling or guess at a feeling that everyone around was pretty much miserable or loathing the spaces they were coming from or entering in to. I keep forgetting or purposely forgetting about what it means to be 'good' at music. Everything seems to be able to hatch out of itself and every once in a while dreams to be an exact contrast from which it came.
Forgiveness seems like a long lost action that both challenges and counters the steady and thick requirements of immediate judgement and ignorances that stand atop the wall of consumer economies.
To avoid forgiving others immediately acts in a way that avoids judgement in the first place. And to be able to understandably forgive the self seems to create a more fluent and relaxed visitation to personal history. In any given case just about everyone including myself who may have grown up receiving a comparatively industrialized education can have a self-forgiveness for being an ignorant bastard. While all of that is true if you are open to believing it, it may,too, be impossibly wrong if you do not believe it. Anyway at the moment I feel dearly apologetic towards any poor soul in who would take advice from me, but I forgive that person and myself, both, for ever allowing such a situation.
The third and final song "Damn if I'm going to name this song on the fly" is the last 1/3rd of a 9 minute stretch. I'm sure more [instruments] will be added to it when it is 'ready for the conveyer belt of the oh-so awaited for Lerm -whatsitsname-album' but hopefully more videos will be put outwards to fill up a DVD and the two latter songs of this video will have happy homes in another boxed set of music.
Actually, here:
Be courteous, even to assholes. The more courteous you are to an asshole the more of an asshole that person becomes if they choose not to take your direct action of niceness as something to change their pace from.
Image-wise, this character allowed itself to become present in this and other videos. I have my own idea and regards to the meaning of the character.. masked and almost phantasmic..but to cut in to a viewers interpretation of that initial and natural presentatiomay have grown up receiving a comparatively industrialized education can have a self-forgiveness for being an ignorant bastard. While all of that is true if you are open to believing it, it may,too, be impossibly wrong if you do not believe it. Anyway at the moment I feel dearly apologetic towards any poor soul in who would take advice from me, but I forgive that person and myself, both, for ever allowing such a situation.
The third and final song "Damn if I'm going to name this song on the fly" is the last 1/3rd of a 9 minute stretch. I'm sure more [instruments] will be added to it when it is 'ready for the conveyer belt of the oh-so awaited for Lerm -whatsitsname-album' but hopefully more videos will be put outwards to fill up a DVD and the two latter songs of this video will have happy homes in another boxed set of music.
Actually, here:
Be courteous, even to assholes. The more courteous you are to an asshole the more of an asshole that person becomes if they choose not to take your direct action of niceness as something to change their pace from.
Image-wise, this character allowed itself to become present in this and other videos. I have my own idea and regards to the meaning of the character.. masked and almost phantasmic..but to cut in to a viewers interpretation of that initial and natural presentation to develop their own meaning would actually subtract. The gaining of effects from such a minimal approach using merely magazine cut outs from beauty ads and model/movie face pages ushers an enjoyment to see that with a generous amount of lighting the character portrayal actually succeeds.
One of the faces was cut out and stored in a cardboard envelope for almost four years. Few photos were celebrated with the mask but I recently brought it out when regarded with an interest on the topic of invocation and a leaning of enjoyment towards plays and spirit-creatures.
Snippets of it run across the 'Liquid Floor Love' video and the Chameleon Shelter trailer. One of the masks suffered a very quick fate of face sweat which blurred the ink and ruffled the sides.. So I give it an ode-to-passing.
Moment of admittance:
If cows were to lay eggs could you 'crack open a hamburger?'
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