IMI BUS

just throwing out from ideas for the invisible monster inc (IMI) website

2 fine artists

2 musicians - impromtu 6 figure gathering

opening page =

video or flash of 'wormhole' to bus parked

hospital/rundown place - what are we going for

interactive bus

wheels as speakers/ windows as thumbnail preview artwork

paint cans as fuel tanks

So, it's been a bit of time since I've written anything or, more unhealthily, shared anything. The tower did crumble, but it was bound to happen due to its unstable foundations, the Star guided me to the World. I'm serious, all of the sudden my life picked up and I've met people in my likeness I lost faith existed. I think im scared shitless though, and it's a fucking shame its because I put so much effort into other things that just left me empty. This is different though, there has been an environment created that is so perfectly conducive to ... creativity. When im empowered, i feel curator of some kind of band of artists and musicians, a mix between beat degenerates, darma bums, and merry pranksters. The rest of the time I feel my self destructive tendencies take over and cannot aspire to anything. What is my function? But i know I'm accepted, even loved and needed, nontheless, even if I can't understand why. I doubt myself too much when things are happening the most.

I am happy with my relationships right now. After months of ongoing breaking up and just absolute ludicracy in misunderstandings and pain and disrespect, I felt so fucking drained and wasted. Don't get me wrong, I was never a victim, unless you want to call me a victim of myself. I went back to the degradation since I was so guilty about other pasts and definitely lost a sense of what I'm worth. I used to be so confident. Romantic Loner is an oxymoron.

Now that I'm apart from it, in completely different surroundings and support, I realize how affected I have been. I built up walls and obstacles and over analyze, to the point where I don't allow myself to have an opinion. When did I start caring!

I've never had reason to be happier in my life than now and I've never been more hesitant. Its like I feel I have more control for failure than success.

Tower Tarot

Alas, the Tower Tarot card has threatened me again... 4 out of 5 readings, it is always ominious.

Several weeks ago I went to the Brew and did a quick 3 card reading. I ended up getting cards all within the Major Arcane. My future held the Tower. I am already familiar with this card. It seems to come in cycles. "Within the next six months, something unfathomable is going to throw you off your path. It is nothing you can stop, but inevitable. You will have to build up from skeletons."

I'm not just a superstitious person, I am just aware and have come to terms with the fact that energies can transfer and inanimate things hold on to energy and reveal truths, whether these objects are stones or cards.

I used to do my own readings when I was younger, until my cards flew off my porch one day. I reaquainted myself with meanings yesterday, and am itching to buy a deck. I've seen quite beautiful decks, such as the Deviant Moon Tarot by artist Patrick Valenza.

Yes, I want to collect decks.

Speaking of collections, I picked up a nice analog clock the other day. It's very steampunk, the gears and skeleton of the clock can be seen. It inspires me to collect more clocks.

Art Post

Roger Ballen - Boarding House

Brothers Quay Films - Street of Crocodiles

Fred Tomaselli - Glassy

Mark Ryden

Kristen Tercek - Cuddly Rigor Mortis

Roaul Hausmen

Jan Svankmajer

Violet la Lavalliere

I have so much accumulated jewelry that I've put together that I created a store on Etsy. I only have about 6 listings up currently and over 25 necklaces. It wasn't my intention, however some people have taken interest so that's cool. I hope to go shopping for more unique pieces instead of craftstore generics. Its relaxing, the only thing I've got right now.
Otherwise I feel scattered and all over the place except contained in a tiny area (a cubicle perhaps?) . I am giant Alice with arms and legs out doors and shattered windows, glass leaving beads of blood.

ON Ambivalence Avenue

Long time no blog. Time has passed, dramas and tragedies have passed and are repectively after-affecting. It it pouring outside, a reminder that there is an outside world with weather, as opposed to this room> cubicle im in. What good cheer have I tried to provide for every day life? I have pinned a drawing by John Thompson from an instumental band called Inherit the Moon's vinyl, there is a black and white photograph of me and Nadia from Usdan days that seems like yesterday though it was six years ago. I am sitting in front of two monitors, one a widescreen, that connect and sit on the diagonal corner of my juxtaposed desks. There is a shelf with various borrowed computer language books in C sharp, VB.net and WPF xaml that I barely finished, my mug featuring a headless version of tiny Alice holding a tag wrapped around the handle that says Drink Me, it is half empty of coffee. I added a tiny Bamboo Plant for life.

Horror Punk in Chelsea Hotel

My Halloween weekend was glorious. We arrived in the city around noon and walked to the Cafeteria to get a bit to eat. I had the Farmer's Frittata and a White Grape Martini and Jer had Buttermilk [Waffles] & Fried Chicken and a beer.

Upon checking into the Chelsea around 2, we received the keys to Suite 608 . More like an apartment, it was giantic with 3 rooms that included a small kitchonette, a living room with fireplace and a setting area, a little dining table, and full size bedroom and bathroom. The decor was a dream.: a purple gray shag rug, and green fainting couch and lovely artwork on the walls and ashtrays in both rooms. We settled in ; ) and then played the Black Flag drinking game. After taking some tipsy pictures, we decided to explore the famous hotel. Artwork from previous tenants and guests lined the walls all the way up to the top of the intricate staircase, where Andy Warhol's contribution can be seen hanging from the domed skylight.
The Misfits concert was an experience. One the music kicked in, it was like all the air around me was suctioned out and I was vacuumed packed next to all the sweaty people around me, being pushed and shoved. I had to get over my claustophoebia asap. I got hit by a flying boot of some crowd surfer, which would cause a headache that remained the rest of the night. After being pissed for a little bit, I gave in to the music and pulse of the maggots and began 'fucking people up' myself (namely pushing the poor spanish dude in front of me). We left the pit and I bascially made my way to the side of the stage to take photos, bypassing the barricase and all the people in VIP passes. No one questioned me for at least 5 minutes and then they kicked me out. Afterwards, I got gropped by Jerry Only when taking a picture and then he grabbed my [face] cheeks and squeezed. Ah thats okay, he looks damn good for 50.

We returned to the hotel and explored further, taking photos. The second floor reaked of ganja and we tried to sniff it out, asking where the weed at!? Then we got first floor, the most reportedly haunted. Room 100 was were Sid allegedly killed Nancy, but since then they combined room 100 and 103 so 100 no longer exists. Immediately the feeling on the first floor was different than the previous ones, but I didn't read much too into it. At the end of the hall was 103. I went to photograph Jeremy in front of the door and it took a while to autofocus and then the exposure took forever. We did think it was odd, being I didn't have a camera problem all the while I was taking photos of the art. The exposure took 3 minutes and came out completely white (probably cause i got impatient and pointing it down at the marble floor). I didn't attempt another photo since we both felt weird and wanted to leave.

The night continued, we walked the city streets and looked at the costumes. The most clever was some guy in a cardboard box that said "Suspicious Package: If you see something say something". At around 2 we headed back to our room. It was daylight savings time that night and around the time we would set our clocks back, so I called it the hour of limbo. We laid down in bed and I was looking through the photos I'd taken when I saw a photo I did not remember taking. It was the picture right before the White exposure that came out in front of Sid and Nancy's room. I know I only took one exposure, I have no idea how this picture came out. At further inspection it only got weirder. See for yourself:



The first thing Jeremy saw was the very vague face above his head that looks like it is half covered by two hands giving the middle finger. He believes it is Sid. He didn't even see at what I feel is most clear: that of the skeleton hands. Odd being that I was wearing my skeleton hands misfits shirt I had just gotten. Moving up from the sideways hands that look like they are clasped I see an intimidating profile of an elongated skeletal face. The jaw with a manical grin that leads up to a hooked nose and an eye. I mean, there are so many things that are in this picture i can't explain. On the left, I see what can look like a studded bracelet and grommets that are the same as the ones on the combat boots we wore. There is swirling energy everywhere.
Overall pretty creepy, especially considering the fact that Daylight Savings Time happened to fall on Halloween this year, and I realize now that that hour didn't exist. It was 2 am when you're supposed to set the clocks back, giving another hour and it was 2 am when I discovered the photo.
I slept on and off after that. The room wasn't very uncomfortable, but I waking up and waiting for the day to start. Eventually I did get up and had my own Chelsea Morning, had a cigarette and took some photos.
We checked out at 12 and took the subway to Chinatown to eat at Wo-Hop. Mmm, it was good. Of course there peddlers trying to sell me all kinds of rolexes and designer bags, one after the other. You gotta wonder where or if their have the same source, I mean how could everyone within literally 2 feet of another happen to have the same goods. Of course the only thing I took interest in was this guy holding a claustophobic plastic tank with two tiny turtles in it. Poor things! I bought them for $20 including food. They had quite a splashing journey back to Penn. From the start, they interacted with me and just stared with their tiny green eyes and intricately decorated skin and shells. They really are beautiful. Their names are Chelsea and Japhy, after Jack Kerouac's character in Dharma Bums. Japhy looks so zen & wise and loves to climb. Chelsea is smaller and more emaciated, like a resident artist or musician drug addict from the hotel of yesteryears.