May 27th, 2009 § § permalink
fisherman in the city, Warsaw
I took this photo from a balcony of an artist-run condo complex in Warsaw. This man came around the fence and planted his equipment at the edge of this pond that must of had a small stream connecting it to the Vistula (Wisla.) The complex is quite central in proximity to the downtown core, so seeing him set up shot was so strange to me, but to no one else. It was as if urban fishing is a regular past-time in Poland. It didn’t matter where he was, he needed to catch the fish and he would do it in any way possible. Nothing else really matters as long as the fish get caught on his hook and he has dinner or whatever else he uses the fish for. What would happen to him if the pond got too polluted? The run-off from the development surrounding this complex is creeping slowly. How will he fish then, where will he go? Is he tied to this place, is that why he comes here, to such an inconvenient location? Has he been coming here before any of the housing developments existed? Does he fail to see the pond might be producing sub-par fish and much less than before?
I met a woman, she reminds me of that fisherman, unable to give up her fishing line and see the future; tricking herself every time the fish tastes worse, adding more spice and carrying on, but never really moving forward.
Distant memories can’t become the past when they’re always being caught.
I dedicate this to her over & over.
“At the time, I was unable to understand anything! She cast her fragrance and radiance over me. I should have never run away from her! I should have guessed at the affection behind her poor little tricks. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her.”
Sign in Warsaw, "Detour"
May 6th, 2009 § § permalink
I’m always nervous before making my dreams come true. The caterpillars turning into frantic butterflies in my stomach. The sleepless nights. The constant, “you must listen to this artist”… I couldn’t imagine life without it.
This weekend I’m making one of my dreams come true. I’m throwing a jam with Instra:mental, 0=0 doing a LOVE PA, Sidenote, D1WA and MC Lucid. I cannot express nor do I want to at the moment how much this means to me, the amount of layers all of this is to me and the amount of expression of my love this is. Throwing parties is never just about throwing parties to me, it’s about this giant sphere of love combined in a musical and visual space. And this one, this one goes really really deep. Having the people I love be part of this, having the music I love be so pronounced. Having so much people be excited and tout this the ‘party of the year’ before it even happens, creates a fury among the butterflies.
If you are in Toronto, please http://sensoria.me
Check out Instra:mental and dBridge Club Autonomic Podcast Layer 4. There’s a Fever Ray – Scuba remix in there. Oh my.
May 2nd, 2009 § § permalink
photo from Aug '07
“i am pi; . i represent the soul, the determined beginning with unknown ending. I AM INFINITE IN FINITE CONDITIONS”
“In Mexico, me enyerbo means both i fall madly in love and i take poison.”
“Maybe when the brain moves on impulse and feeling it just kind of goes into this cruise control kind of vibe?”
“ I’m not a girl. I’m THE SOLITARY NATIVE wind-changer alchemist. Everything I give energy to turns to gold.”
“I was never good with things that required any sort of scientific methodology, even such simple aerodynamics of paper weight.”
“i think about everything all the time until i’m exploding and wanting to have free uncluttered space in the brain.”
” is it my turn to turn into you?”
“letting go sometimes is a way of getting over (but not always, though this seems logical) and getting over is sometimes a way of getting past and climbing higher to see the wind blow in a direction once impossible.”
