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Creative Exercise: The Color Blue

07/25/2013 2 comments

Blue is the heart of the cool family, sandwiched between the glory of green and the visceral viscus of violet.  Its soul is filled with deep and dark purple, old and mysterious, but its face is lit with fresh green energy.  Blue’s core is powerful and i’s plumage is beautiful.  It is a bird, subdued and resting, yet ready to take flight.

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DOPE FIX: The Cool Hunter

08/22/2012 Leave a comment

There ain’t a thing I can say here,

That does justice above its peers,

The Cool Hunter is THAT spot,

That place the dope bitch ought,

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Ode of Japanese

08/16/2012 Leave a comment

Art Review: 100 Degrees of Wally Workman Gallery, ATX

08/06/2012 Leave a comment

Opening receptions at Wally Workman Gallery feel more like a post heated debate dinner party than the sterile, nipple-hardening white space of vacancy that many galleries achieve with cold perfection.   Read more…

On the Fence

11/03/2010 1 comment

So you are saying I’m stubborn as a mule?! @#$^# Well, as it turns out, I’m okay with that–liberatingly okay with that.  Yes, I just made that a word–And don’t you argue with me!  Do you have a friend that knows you better than you know yourself?  I’m beyond amused when someone sheds new light on some trait that’s been carried around for years unbeknownst to its carrier, yours truly.  Besides stubbornness is not the worst thing one could be carrying around and not realizing it. Eep!  But I do consistently forget the depth of my own heels–probably because they’ve been dug in the ground for so long, I’m not sure where I end and the world starts.  That’s a fancy way of saying I’m opinionated and I won’t let YOU forget it.

Just today I had another episode of personality amnesia as I am calling it when I first heard Drake and Jamie Foxx’ new song, “Fall For Your Type”.  Initially, I was drawn to the title of the song–it hits a chord, a note if you will, with most of us habitual creatures of the night.  My opinion rang clear for that reason alone until I played the song.  Now one thing I DO know about myself is I can be brash when it comes to my opinions so I embraced my ambiguity. Know thyself and know thyself I did!  Those moments of uncommitted celebration were exactly what the song called for in order for it to call me.  Surprised by my own vacillation, I went back for more. Third go-round and my overworked eardrums finally surrendered and my opinions rushed back through my soul, returning to their deepest corners.

PLAY SONG HERE: Fall For Your Type

This song gets better the longer you do her–it’s my favorite kind of exhibited passion.  Slow to build, persistence and duration lead to the strongest emotions, the deepest loves, the most talented tortoises.  Bravo Foxx and Drake. You’ve reached my finish line and shown me another reason to appreciate myself and others.

This is why I love music. This is why music is art.  Art changes the willing. And God am I willing…

This post was inspired by an anonymous and very insightful friend of mine that I am happy to have met during my first few months in Massachusetts.

Love for Paradox; Love for HIP-HOP

10/28/2010 2 comments

I was once a V8 drinking smoker, a Texas figure skater, a cowboy boot wearing hippie, a shy salesperson, a red meat eating Prius driver, an IT socialite, and now a middle-class suburban HIP-HOP fan.  I am a Paradox.  What is a paradox? A paradox is a statement that is seemingly contradictory or opposed to common sense and yet is true.  I’ve spent my life negotiating the disparity between my personality, compensating for the fear that I am perceived as a poser, striving to prove that I am honest until today.  Today finally I am honest with myself as I embrace my paradox and I embrace my inner HIP-HOP. Haters, listen up.  The times they are a changin’..

Let it burn.  A new en-LIGHT-enment is beginning in HIP-HOP, paralleling the universality of technology.  Let it burn.  HIP-HOP is a culture born of society’s uneducated that fed on knowledge, society’s starving that have provided jobs and sustenance to their neighborhoods, society’s resource-less that overcame adversity.  The accomplishments of the HIP-HOP community are art and paradoxes in and of themselves and finally the culture is gaining momentum as it is reborn for the hundredth time.

Following the release of Kanye’s Runaway, there is backlash from haters as often follows Kanye’s beaconing ego.  I’m guilty of my own Kanye hatership, but that ship has sailed.  As I read recently on a fellow blog, the new hate is love.  Lame-ist attitudes are like totally last year kids.  The backlash is often a result of an artist’s ability to have vision beyond his/her canvas, outline, or genre.  In short, Kanye is different; he is a Paradox, incongruous to the rappers and the musicians prior to him, thus his credibility is shamed by the masses.  Leaders, a smaller percentage of the population, work hard to slowly bring haters over until the art is accepted and considered popular.  True artistry culminates at that moment when forever the world’s barometer of appreciation has been re-calibrated.  The paradox? The leader is never the popular and the popular is never the leader.  He is the ultimate ironic paradox, fitting for one of the ultimate kings of HIP-HOP. Loved as much as he is hated, hated as much as he is loved, Kanye West is an artist, a leader, and yet he is popular.

Kanye West is an outlandish Phoenix (see Runaway)–A bird too big for contemporary society, but destined to be remembered and statued (yes I made it up) for future generations–generations that are already catching on that it is the unpopular that soon warrants popularity. Grassroots artists are gaining popularity as hatership fades into the dark past of previous generations and the new generation thrives on embracing connections and community social endeavors (see Facebook).  The lessons of HIP-HOP are spreading to the masses, defying its roots of locality.  The movement will be protested by all sides, but in the end HIP-HOP is a Paradox; I am a Paradox and I am HIP-HOP.  Maybe you, too, have recognized the complexity of your own growth? You are a Paradox and You are HIP-HOP.

This post was inspired by an anonymous and very insightful employee of EMC that I am happy to have begun working with during my first few months at SwervePoint.

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