This is an older style, I wanted to put it up so I could put it away. It makes me happy to see it though. For some reason it reminds me of a big road trip I took many years ago with some girls whose names I can’t remember. We drove in a rented van to upstate New York for some kind of punk show, and it’s one of my fond memories, running around in pajamas and crawling behind a stage because someone had a press pass. All women should have nice memories like that!
Wow, it seems like just yesterday when Louis and Ramona were brainstorming in the Rock Paper Scissors Zine library about ways to draw, dance and listen to music at the same time… having fun! Now, thanks to the particularly vigorous and persistent efforts of Franklin Melendez, this Rock Paper Scissors party made its way to the Berkeley Art Museum’s l@te night session.
Once again, the beats were provided by our honorable DJ Razvan, the humble yet hardworking and friendly Oakland musician of the Black Market Collective who spun beats without a break at our last event. He was joined this time by DJ Dcoy.
I love sculptures that people are allowed to touch… that’s the whole point, right? This piece–forgive me, I don’t have the title–felt very California to me, reminding me of skateboard parks.
Marella was the feisty organizer who slaved over many of the details with Franklin. Ara, SoCal Big Bear girl, did too and she should really go snowboarding with me!
Weirdly enough I was drawing for 10 minutes then this girl kneeling beside me suddenly said she met me at a GigaOm conference a few months ago. I love how worlds are small that way!
I like this slabby concrete architecture at the Berkeley Art Museum. It reminds me of Eastern Europe.
Visit the Rock Paper Scissors Collective in Oakland… they run on a shoestring and provide the possibility for most anyone toe xpress themselves without having to have a whole bunch of money!
I was twenty when these were made. What was I doing with my life then? I was living in Manhattan with green hair thinking I was going to be a famous painter, and the idea of nature and small towns was as far away from my reality as reality could be.
Ah well. Wow, this music takes me back… And those are some beautiful movements from Jamie Lynn! He looks like every body you’ve had a crush on since you were fifteen, the kind you’d move to Indiana for before your friends slapped sense into you.