Are You Not The Same As You Used To Be

All things that go up must come down. It is the way of the world, and trying to maintain a permanent happiness is a waste of the time you could spend just enjoying it while you've got it. This isn't a depressive rant, it's a perspective that actually dwells on optimism in a more realistic slant - rather than a sappy, hippie-esque solution of “it all works out in the end.” I can guarantee, that at least with death as a factor in everyone's life, it doesn't work out in the end. We all are divided from the things we love at some point or another. What works is simply the in-between; the work itself. The romantic notions of souls that live on, etc. has a sweetness to it that at 29 seems like just a sugar-coating for a bitter-truth none of us really want to think about much. What counts is the work, the effort, the intent. You should try to do something memorable without the expectation of it sustaining indefinitely.

So, let me document some more of the in-between; this is some of the work and some of the workers.

On Friday was the opening of the new group show at We Are Industry (as mentioned in the last post). It was a fun night, orchestrated quite well by the hard-working Jaymie Wile (owner of We Are Industry). Good people, good food, good drinks and most importantly, good art. My friends Matthew and Nathan were also a part of the group of artists who contributed to the showing, as well as a bunch of other people who I do not know, but was impressed by. Here's some highlights, for the full set of photos from the night, hit my Flickr.






I was originally working on an homage to Rowland S. Howard, but due to material complications (painting on top of roses isn't easy) I abandoned my initial effort and put together this design, which I was able to get printed and framed the day before the show. It's called “Gateways” and I'll let you read into it as you wish. Talking about the specific symbolism would just make me sound like a pretentious art-snob bullshitting meaning into something that was ultimately just made to be nice on the eyes.


I split from the art show early, as I had to head across the county to attend a farewell party in honor of a house where I'd spent many memorable nights with friends during college and afterwards. My dear friend Sami was moving out of the infamous Venice House which housed two of the biggest art shows I've been a part of, as well as the fucking best Halloween parties. Granted, my mood had dropped quite a bit by the time I'd arrived, I managed to stay long enough to catch some final shots of the unique faces that always inhabit get-togethers there. And again, the full set is on the Flickr business.