Explorations into artful existence through artful activity.
True stories, dreams and projects. Lucid reality hacking in the early 21st Century.
Broadcasting from Melbourne, Australia.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Training gets me back on track. Today the notion of moving in circles came up in both Butoh and Qigong. One wild, the other controled. Its cold here. I ate porridge late in the day so i had a warm belly and Kung Fu energy for the evening.
I went to a 'Bush doof' with Ben and Celeste this past week end. It was great , full of adventures amongst trees, pulsating beats and strange behaving people. It was in the lush eco-camp Opoeia near the coast of South Australia. IT was fun being part of a little gang, going to a fro to water and fires, the dancefloor and back to camp .The night was freeezing. The stars flickerd and moved , lights were seen in the distance, and fingers were sticky with honeyd shrooms. Later , on the drive home , we went for a skinny dip in the sea. A wholsome weekend overall , blessed with a bit of magic.
I found my self off the beaten track today with a couple of hours to kill and walk around in Fitzroy and town. I ended up feeding a weird looking blue pecking bird in the exhibition building gardens. It had such long toes! It was the only bird that was game enough to eat out of my hand. The seagulls wouldnt, in their swaking huddle. They know, maybe, that eventually your going to give up and throw the bread anyway. Then the magpies came and everyone ran away . mmm... interesting...guess whos king?
This eve I did my first Kung Fu class. Jeez its gonna' be 'ard core! Not so much into the fighting thing but just to get into that 'martial arts' frame of mind, to make my theater work sharper! Tomorrow its Butoh, ChiGong and then more Kung fu. I cant say i make it easy on my self! {Its all part of my new rhythm and stealth secret ninja training.}
Simple, for simple sake: I did some gardening today and pulled out weeds. I went to the supermarket and got eggs. I went to a friends house and had a cup of tea. Soon i will watch t.v.
there is incredible discrimination against the use of 'drugs'. ... using terms like "Really fucked up..." and the like doesnt help. Mescal, Psilocybin , DMT ,LSD all fantasical teachers ...neither tv ,or the movies, trips overseas or dreams have scratched the surface ... ive talked to inter-terrestial angles!!, ... flown over the surface of planets unknown,.. travelled deep beyond self and humanity. stand up for the ancient alchemical arts!.. Space exploration - nothing to do with rockets and bulky spacesuits.
heres a guru of mine, Terrance Mc Kenna telling it-
Thanks to Brian for sharing his amazing collection! It was fantastical! FRom his first simple KEN doll to rare and expensive Barbies to Very expensive Korean multi jointed dolls! It was most inspiring, not so much for dolls but for the notion of collecting.
Heres a video in celebration of my performance being OVER. It was fun and interesting, a little painfull, wild, and kinda creepy. Especially the out of control spinning towards the end. My classmates also did twisted and artfull works. Theater is great! Im in 'virtual' recovery mode. Lets say this video represents my love affair with 'the other',the spirit that visits from within dark underground caverns to dance in human form ,in the human realm for but a brief moment.
I bought 'Accelerator" by the Future Sound of London hot off the press in Soho , London in 1992. My flatmates hounded me for buying a record 'made by a computer'. I was entranced , there was ...something about this music!...it later became my 'rave' theme song coming to the surface every now and again over the wild and wonderful years of big speakers, beats and acid. I still love it - feels kinda like the sound track to my life.
Talk about caught in the web of dollification! My Azusa is hard to be! Its SO full on. My Performance is only 5.53 minitues but when im 'in there' its eternity! -Crow girl, ballet, occult gesture , a tornado spin into oblivion. With the mask on it feels like im in a hospital contraption, peering out and making this outer doll shell move. Its one of the hardest performances ive ever attempted. {<-- I took this photo at the museum yesturday, i hung about waiting for it to bite me, i really needed some of that Spiderman juice!}
AS my performance date gets closer i slip more and more into the realm of the imagination.I supose its a kind of escape from the reality of pressure. Theres all these people coming to see 'the doll' perform. Visually everythings good {shes beautiful!}, its the 8 minitues of 'Dancing' that concerns me. The doll might just want to sit and do nothing! I avoid responsibility.... and spend mytime putting togeather this little 'Necron' army of plastic figers. With super glue and black paint, fiddlyness and messyness. They are an army ov undead... forever rising out of the ground ... neverending.... scary. Maybe they represent my FEAR of performance.