Images that move me
by Langdon Graves
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Usman Haque lecture in NYC
If you're in New York, you might be interested in Usman Haque's lecture at Parsons Art, Media, and Technology Lab:
Vast, floating clouds of helium balloons illuminated by LEDs—whose color you can change by calling them on your cell?! Floating skyscraper silhouettes held down by hundreds of people whose collective force modulates the light bubbling up the structure. An immense fountains on a beach brilliantly lit from within by visualizations of hundreds of thousands of vistors’s voices. Who did these things? Usman Haque.
When: Wednesday September 16 2009, 6:30pm
Where: Parsons the New School for Design, 2 W 13th St. 10th Floor
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Medea at Le Petit Versailles
This is the show that I am currently in. I goes up on September 17-26. It is a production of Medea set in an actual garden called Le Petite Versailles on the lower eastside.
Here is the website: http://lpvtv.blogspot.com/
Monday, August 31, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
missing optimism...
Today, I woke with a bit of optimism missing.
I couldn't find it anywhere.
I checked under the bed, in my underwear drawer, amongst my shoes and in the jewelry box.
I rummaged through my cubbard, in the fruit bowl and within the refridgerator.
I looked in the medicine cabinet and down the drain that was full of hair from my bath the night before.
But it wasn't there.
Everyday I miss it less. Should that scare me?
Monday, August 10, 2009
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
That lovely crazy man
This morning I woke in a foul mood. One of those moods where you visualize punching, slapping or viciously word-whipping the people that have offended you in your life and then imagine walking away with righteous dignity and pride as a choir sings in exalting tones.
I delved deeper into the inventive and slightly undignified ways I could enact my vengeance as I rode the subway to work this morning. But then, at Brooklyn Bridge stop on the 5 express train, as we pulled away from the platform, there was an old grey bearded homeless man in a trench coat on the platform elaborately waving the train away, as if he was the platform conductor. It was a simple action that he was completely physically vested in even though it was completely useless as the train was already moving away.
My face broke into a smile and I felt myself giggle. His intentions were so kind and helpful and yet so unecessary.
Sometimes all it takes is a little dirty crazy man waving you on from a train platform.
I delved deeper into the inventive and slightly undignified ways I could enact my vengeance as I rode the subway to work this morning. But then, at Brooklyn Bridge stop on the 5 express train, as we pulled away from the platform, there was an old grey bearded homeless man in a trench coat on the platform elaborately waving the train away, as if he was the platform conductor. It was a simple action that he was completely physically vested in even though it was completely useless as the train was already moving away.
My face broke into a smile and I felt myself giggle. His intentions were so kind and helpful and yet so unecessary.
Sometimes all it takes is a little dirty crazy man waving you on from a train platform.
Albert Einstein
My religion consists of a humble admiration of the illimitable superior spirit who reveals himself in the slight details we are able to perceive with our frail and feeble mind. - Albert Einstein
Sunday, August 02, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Exit the King with Geoffrey Rush
The most amazing performance I have ever seen:
Pick Exit the King....
Sunday, June 07, 2009
My Second Education
You must stand on a rickety pedestal in the wind to hold to a belief or an idea while the multitude of optional avenues and other ideas blow by you. As they woosh by, they scream in your face (or sometimes whisper seductively), "I am the right way. I am the truth." But the only thing that makes this hold true in your world is how tightly your toes grip the pedestal of descision that you are standing on as the winds blow you in all directions.
Everything we are and everything we do is a decision. You can allow the wind to blow you and say that "this is fate", but again it is in the wind that you allowed your body to go limp with and ride to where ever it lead you. Sometimes there are alot of people standing on one big pedestal. The pedestals get bigger the more people stand on them, but does that make those pedestals more true? It certainly makes it easier to avoid the wind, the bigger they are. And what safety there is in avoiding the wind. How tempting.
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