Barbara Kruger at Mary Boone Gallery

TV will destroy your sex life.

...Doing a little research on Barbara Kruger, the advent of MTV, and how advertising and multple mass media outlets has completely changed our perception of reality... i found this tid bit about how tv has changed relationships between people-- in particular, close relationships, like lovers and married couples... beware of the way it can stagnate your romantic life:

"You stare into my eyes each night at your devotions and my sense of time becomes your own, a thousand sofa-sunken evenings fused to one, lit by a mesmer fire of crackling cellophane irradiance.

You sit at night there on the couch beside your partner, yet have only eyes for me.

You listen to my voice in rapt attention, yet grow bored or easily distracted when your loved one speaks.

... And when at last you part indifferent to each other, who will you resort to in those lonely, post conjugal evenings if not me?

I am the only pure and true relationship that you will ever know."

 
--Alan Moore on the power of television in "Light of Thy Countenance"

 

 

My Man's a Veteran.

Thank you to all of the men and women who have done the hardest things imaginable. My biggest wish is that veterans are taken care of completely by the country of which they have risked or lost their lives. I can't even begin to understand what war is like and I am so thankful that I do not know. 
P.S. don't forget to get your free bloomin' onion from The Outback...


How do you thank someone for fighting for your lazy, condescending, American ass?
Well-- I'm not sure but I'll start off with dinner and a blow-j. ;]

Response to Maud Lavin's "The Berlin Dada Photomontages"

In Lavin's article on Hannah Hoch's work, she points out the idea of revolutions occurring when a group of people feel discontented or angry about a the present. There is no way to better the future-- or rather-- there is no will of the people to better the future if there is no anger. I think that Hannah Hoch embodies the dichotomy of anger and pleasure but mostly discontent in her works. Largely putting aside socioeconomic standpoints for a moment, just looking at her work puts you on edge. You want to know why are there floating heads, masses of people in corners, things coming out of others' ears, dancers acting uninterested? There seems to be so much confusion all at once-- so much happening that there is not a moment of peace. Machinery, chaos, flailing about, mad faces, etc. all join together in a stress-ball and that alone is enough to make the viewer think that there is something wrong happening. Hoch's work is visceral in that sense; you can automatically feel that there is an impending upheaval. One of the best lines in the article that speaks about but so far beyond art into the revolutionary scheme of things is this:

 "In order to imagine a better future, Bloch argued, a person needs a sense of anger and discontent with some aspects of the present. But he or she must also  know the experience of pleasure and have a feeling of entitlement to that pleasure in order to imagine an improved life." (30)

If anything I would say that Hoch's Cut with a Kitchen Knife is pivotal in the role of pointing out the upheaval. You have to wake up and upset the people to get them to do anything. 

(Written by Jodi Hebert-- please do not use my words in a form of plagiarism.)

Fight Club.

the tip of a ballpoint pen.

the cool breeze.

I made love to myself in the mirror, kissing my own lips, saying, "I love myself, I love you more than anybody."

New is only new when it's new.

 <3

 Just lovely.

 One of the best images I've seen in a while. Thanks, Byron.

getting tatted soon. (UPDATED)

                                        Manipura, Solar Plexus Chakra.                                          

 

above the scar in between my tits...

(image from January 2009-- two months after surgery which was November 14, 2008) 

Tattooed on August 3rd, 2011 at Santa Fe Tattoo Parlor by the very awesome Mr. Johnny Johno.

This is an image of my tumor. (6.7 lbs.) 

The piece of paper represents 2 centimeters.

Frida.

This is one of the first images I put on this blog. 

These are ovarian tumor cells and cross-sections.

Chakras. 

There's not much separating us. 

Jerry Uelsmann, 1972, Seaweed Womb.

Quite lovely and painful. 

Brilliant, elegant, introspective, quiet, etc. 

about making art...

this is one of the first bits of information i was told as an art major...

it's true.

i have got to stop chasing them boys away... damn.

Blog contributor #1.

"wanna hear a really disturbing story about mind control?

surrre

okay. so its called neuro linguistic programming, or NLP. the majority of research done in the 70s. well some sick guys have used it in stuff they later coined "forbidden method"

its conditioning someone to react a certain way to a trained command. and this guy would immediately after sleeping with this chick...say something to drop her pleasure into fear. like; he'd point at the door and say "What would it be like if I just up and walked out the door, slammed it, and you could never open it again." of course which would upset her, and then he'd raise her back up by cuddling and being sweet.

Then once she was calm and feeling all warm n fuzzy again. He'd tell another terrible story. Again involving the door getting slammed like, he walks out, slams the door, and then later is hit by a bus and she never gets to see him again.

so this guy anchored feelings of terror and fear of loss of those warm fuzzy feelings with the door getting slammed. and put the last nail in the conditioning, by getting up, going to the bathroom and slamming the door... and reportedly, since then, all he does is direct her attention to a door, and it makes her, i dunno. immediately stop doing something he didn't like

tell me thats not some really sinister stuff

 wow. 
i dig it. 
that's what you're contributing to my blog. thanks.

lol.
no problem. its a story thats been haunting me since i read it the other day."


-Caleb Countryman.
at: http://www.crashedgates.blogspot.com/

My blog hit over 10,000 pageviews today. :]

Melodie Fay "Puff" Sexton

I wanted to post this because it is a terrible loss. From the first instant I ever saw her, I honestly thought she had to be the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my entire life. I saw her walking back from lunch one day in high school. She was sitting outside reading "The Perks of Being a Wallflower" which I bought not long after. Now-- that was years and years ago. I just now, a few months ago, got around to actually reading the book. It's such a strange thing. So strange. I remember, a few days later after seeing her, and my cousin, Ryan, told me she thought I was a lesbian or something because he told her how beautiful I thought she was and I didn't mind. Seriously. She is stunning. I'm not the only one who thought that. Hearing of her death is so terrible to me. She has a three year old son.

If there's anyone reading this; please donate money to her son.

I just cannot believe it. I really can't. I wish I had known her at all. The only thing I have ever known of her is knowing her beauty. And maybe that's all I could have wished for. God knows I would not have been able to be able to handle her death beyond that. I am so sorry for her family and her friends and especially her son. I cannot imagine the loss. Rest peacefully, Melodie, I know you were loved by so many and admired by even more.

sometimes the types of decisions i have to make are as simple as:

shower or bath?
should i go drink beers with my friends or no?
cold pizza or re heated pizza? with ranch or no?
side braid or librarian bun?

and to these questions today i choose:
shower,
yes,
reheated with ranch
and side braid probably. who knows.
i do what i want, bitch!

love her.

that's the most beautiful braid i've ever seen.

dear andy,
you're beautiful to me.

if that's the case, i've had one. and yes. it is too painful.

"People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.

A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.

A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master..."
— Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love)

what you were then, i am today. look at the things i do.

i finally understand you.

i am a good person.

just so you know.
run and tell that to my roommates.

I met a priest today.

He told me to go to Rome and stand in front of St. Peter's basilica and get the "willies".

"I can't wait," I told him.

"Oh you just have to, you just have to" he said.

I was just sitting there thinking-- you have no idea how ready I am, and I'm not going into such detail with you about just how badly I want to travel and just up and leave.

He asked what I do and I said "I go to school for art," and he said "that's just fabulous," and I said, "yeah... it really is."

He was the only one "dining" at the time-- at Colichia's-- and I was standing at the hostess stand having a really nice conversation with him. He said he doesn't go out to dinner to eat, but rather to dine-- and that there most certainly is a difference.

I agreed.

He talked about going to school in Rome to become a priest and mostly about how there you dine and the waiter rushes about and you have to chase after them for your ticket-- and that there isn't a huge fuss about being entertained or spoiled by your waiter. I told him how hard it is when customers just don't understand how much a waiter has going on. He explained that he always tells a waiter to not fuss over him because he is in no rush-- but if given the chance he would want to talk to you-- or not at all.

He said, that being a priest, there's a lot of talking and catching up with various people and families and sometimes it's just so nice to sit down by yourself and enjoy a meal without a word-- and he said he also enjoys someone who can just sit and enjoy a meal and each others' company. He said sometimes people want to have such serious conversations at dinner and it's just nice when it doesn't have to be that way.

I agreed.

He said that when he went to school to become a priest, that he actually wanted to know what he was talking about-- that he actually paid attention. I told him how much I loved school.

He had two glasses ( I believe) of white wine, salad and an entree. He talked a lot with Alexa who is about to burst-- she is due in 23 days... the countdown has begun. I've heard her say the same schpeal about her first pregnancy and this one--probably a hundred times. I hear a lot from that hostess stand.

Any how, the priest, Steve, said that he lives in the "hood". He got the job there because he can speak Spanish-- because the priest above him said that he desperately needed someone who could speak Spanish. He threw Spanish in regularly in our conversation. I acted as though I wasn't phased at all. Just a polite smile for such a nice conversation.

I think that's the first priest I've ever spoken to-- aside from the Catholic Priest-turned- Buddhist Monk at Buu Mon Temple right down the road from Priest Steve.

 He would often look off to the side and down in thought and he said "I think I buried Miss Colichia, you know, Scott's Mom... I'm pretty sure I did. I'm going to have to go back and look."

"Oh my goodness it's ten fifteen. I know y'all are tired. I'm going to have to get out of your hair."

"It's okay sir, we're here anyhow and it's just such a pleasure talking to you" said Jason.

It was a nice end to the night.

i imagine you, in your travels, thinking about me...

"I wish you could have been there for the sun & the rain & the long, hard hills. For the sound of a thousand conversations scattered along the road. For the people laughing & crying & remembering at the end. But, mainly, I wish you could have been there."--Brian Andreas.


i constantly read and see things that make me think of you and foolishly, vainly, and wishfully assume that you do the same...
i plant you in situations, conversations, nighttime dreams... 
i know it's just a fantasy...
but regardless... i still think of you constantly.


and the only thing i get in return is absolute silence.

guess she gave you things i couldn't give to you.

i fucking love you.

This is my 300th post.

 

I like the scarring.

Whore no more...

the feeling of someone unzipping your jeans...

-sunshine monologue.

Salvador Dali's Down the Rabbit Hole, 1969

From his Alice in Wonderland print series...

I will post more later.
Also, on the same note as upcoming posts i will also be submitting images from my artist research this semester, and once i get a CF card reader i will be posting a slew of other images that have yet to make it's way off that card.
Like another "Bachanalia" series (photography) from October.
Better images of drawings from this semester.
And some sculptures i did this semester...
Etc.

I'm also starting a new series of paintings, not to mention already have a pretty solid idea of my next ceramic sculpture series.
STAY TUNED....
So much more to come...

SUPERimposition.

bitch you come up in my house you eat my food the way i FUCKING MAKE IT! tip yo waitress.

boob in hole.

Gracie&Jodi

we go way back. 

<3

i still find pieces of your presence here-- even after all these years.

"Mirror Drawings" (part of my Drawing V final, spring 2011)

i don't remember because i don't need to...

so says the tao:

Things arise and she lets them come;
things disappear and she lets them go.
She has but doesn't possess,
acts but doesn't expect.
When her work is done, she forgets it.
That is why it lasts forever.

i love how anatomically incorrect this is.

Tumor Removals in 1825

Hanaoka Seishu's Surgical Casebook c. 1825

great great great images.