Sunday, April 28, 2013

Downtown Phoenix from 1st and Washington north to Roosevelt

Ginger and I went for mochi at Canvas.  They have cool hammock chairs.  We met Tristan there.  She let me take her photograph.  Ginger did not.

Still figuring out the lighting, but I love the hammock.

Stars on the sidewalk outside the Hotel San Carlos.  Used to be a luxury spot for The Coop, Ingrid Bergman, Marilyn Monroe and Clark Gable.

Barber shop.  No barber.  No shoppers.

This makes me think of a diaphragm.

Here it looks more like a tornado.  Not sure which is more disturbing to me as public art.

Striated with flock of pigeons.

Face lift.

Paintings on the Turf Irish Pub exterior.

Beautiful signage.  

Have a beer, angel.

Support your local filmmaker; get drunk.

This is the way I feel inside most of the time.  Beautiful, grim, devilish and exotic. Exterior of Carley's on 2nd and Roosevelt.

Friday, April 26, 2013

Baby Steps, Grand Schemes

My friend, Nancy, reminded me yesterday that each day is an opportunity. She read my tarot cards for me and said that the 24th was supposed to be a really big day for me.  That was the day I cowered on the sofa.  I told her I had made a huge decision and spent the day crippled with fear.  And Nancy said the wisest thing of all to me.

No matter.  Today is a new day and you know that it is all up to you.  It rests on your shoulders now.  You are free from your marriage and the chains that bound you.  You are free to do as you please, but it is your responsibility.  Meet the challenges of the Universe and it will give you all you desire and more.

And I knew she was right.

So I came home, I set 1 hour appointments on my google calendar to do specific tasks today, and I am happy to report that I have achieved all on schedule or ahead of schedule this morning.  I am now off to meet my 12:30 appointment with fitness and return for a 2:00 p.m. appointment with a fabulous cinematographer.

Thank you, Nancy, for the reminder that the Universe is at my disposal, but that I must take the action to achieve the gifts it wishes to bestow upon me.

The big picture is that in a few years' time, I shall be a newly transformed woman once again, this time because I have taken the reigns in hand and guided my destiny.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Hiding Is an Option

Today was supposed to be the day I embraced my new life, forged ahead and opened new doors.  You know, metaphor, metaphor, metaphor, followed by a smiling Youtube post.

Instead it was a day spent cowering on the sofa, surfing the internet, watching "The Walking Dead" in microburst because I can't sit through an entire episode at once, and sucking my thumb.

Fear overcomes us sometimes.  Also sadness.  And regret.  All of this is often followed by apathy, ennui and eating whilst standing in front of the open refrigerator.

Today was that day.

Then I went to teach my acting class, and Universe gave me words that I needed to hear.  From a new friend.

Paraphrasing is about to happen...

"You have to decide to live for your passions or else you get to the end of your life, look back and say, what did I do with my life?  You have to step into the fear because that is where the Truth lies. "

He said it so much better than I did. He told me his quick life's story and it was very similar to mine.  He told me he had been on a five year journey that lead him to my class.

And I felt like I'd been on a long journey too, just to hear this stranger tell me to lean into the fear, to remember that hiding for a little while is okay -- it's a form of self preservation -- but I must force myself out of my comfort zone and into my new life eventually so it might as well be now.

It's been a long journey so far.  I hid for a long time.  And now I don't want to hide anymore.  Except that I really DO want to hide, which is an excellent sign that I'm ONTO something, which then means that I really DON'T want to hide.

See how easy it is?

Life.  You are complex.  New friend, you floor me with your wisdom.  Welcome the fray.

Turf Paradise and Starbucks

I'm curious about Phoenix.  There are so many things that I thought only existed in the movies.  And then there's Starbucks.

My photo adventure yesterday took me to Turf Paradise, a horse track at 19th Avenue and Bell Road.  I will go back another day when there are races.  It's a fascinating dichotomy (or trichotomy if you will.)  Lush turf and desert mountains in the background.  A 1940's, Humphrey Bogart setting, but in color.   And a sense of exclusivity married to the impoverished mindset of the poor-tax called gambling.

Ivy makes everything seem cool.  A/C makes everything actually cool.

Where "four" art thou?

Starbucks waiting for AK and TJ.  Even chairs look better in the golden hour.


Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Take-away from Jake Pinholster

One of the things I value most about my grad school experience is this little tidbit:

There is a great value in arriving at the intended destination when it comes to art.

I audited a class on performance technology last semester.  There were tons of amazing projects that were presented during the term, but one sticks out because it was graceful, intelligent, simple and stunning.  One of the students worked with physical motion and the Kinect to create a real time digital display of light and motion.  It was an alluring piece in that it took an already beautiful thing -- the motion of the human form -- and turned it into a Universe of lights.

Jake asked the student if he had stumbled upon the patch to make the Kinect work or if the student had started out to achieve this outcome.

The student had indeed known what he intended to do, found a way to do it, and made it happen.  This was no happy accident.

So many pieces of theatre and performance that I've seen have had the "happy accident" syndrome.  It's a high for a performer to make an accident "work."  But we must take these as learning experiences more than art, I think.

Jake's question reset my thinking to a new purpose.  Get to where you want to be, plow the path before you.  Don't settle for what you get, make what you WANT what you GET.

You've heard of that old sexist adage of separating the men from the boys.  Well this is the artistic equivalent.  By finding the path to a goal you separate the artist in you from the accidentalist in you.

Yes happy accidents are aptly named.  They make you happy. and they are accidents.

Preproduction is all about prior planning preventing poor performance.  Don't rely on the happy factor, rely on your ability to get to the destination.

So there you have it.  Jake Pinholster summed up my grad school experience in one question:  Did you mean to do that?

Monday, April 22, 2013

Downtown Phoenix 3rd St to 3rd Ave on Roosevelt

A walk through Downtown Roosevelt District of Phoenix, 
between 3rd Street and 3rd Avenue
 during the golden hour of sunlight.

Angry Birds.