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Moustache Monocle Madness!

2011-02-05T19:30:00.000-08:00

Check it out, my new blog!
moustachemustachemoustachio.blogspot.com

Fun photos and much much more to come!

more show dates!

2010-06-09T03:20:00.000-07:00

oh yeah!
my website overhaul is almost complete,
and i came across so many photos i have yet to share.

new show dates:

Saturday June 12
North Shore Country Market at Sunset Beach Elementary, 8-2
Sunday June 13
Haleiwa Farmers Market, 9-1

Saturday June 19
Artfest Waikiki at Kapiolani Park, 9-4
Sunday June 20
Artfest Waikiki at Kapiolani Park, 9-4

Saturday June 26
Makeke O Maunalua Farmers Market at Kaiser High School, Hawaii Kai, 9-1

new show dates!

2010-05-27T15:08:00.000-07:00

here we go!

Saturday May 29: North Shore Country Market at Sunset Beach Elementary, 8-2

Friday June 4: First Friday Artwalk at The Art Board on Nuuanu Ave, 6-9pm
Saturday June 5: North Shore Country Market at Sunset Beach Elementary, 8-2
Sunday June 6: Haleiwa Farmers Market, 9-1

Hope to see you soon! Aloha!!!

i know i know i know

2010-04-13T12:09:00.000-07:00

i'm a total slacker.
and i really miss blogging.
however, here it is a year later and all i've got for you is a show schedule...
bear with me now:

April 17: North Shore Country Market at Sunset Beach Elementary School 8-2
April 18: Haleiwa Farmers Market 9-1

April 24: Artfest Waikiki 9-3
April 25: Artfest Waikiki 9-4

May 1: Lanikai Spring Craft Fair 9-3
May 2: Haleiwa Farmers Market 9-1

May 6-9: Glassblowing Demonstration at The Contemporary Museum 10-3

May 15: North Shore Country Market at Sunset Beach Elementary 8-2
May 16: Haleiwa Farmers Market 9-1

May 22: North Shore Country Market at Sunset Beach Elementary 8-2

please let me know if you have any questions and check back soon for updates!

from cold to cold

2009-04-15T03:06:00.000-07:00

and just like that, we're cut off.
how can i believe you? how can i plan around that?

in my world there is a counter-current

i have a hard time believing anything
but not in a negative way, i swear...

i just accept what you've always shown me.
there comes a time where i refuse, but i look back to see if you care
i am not surprised to see my long shadow
instead

it's probably all just dust anyway

when it rains

2009-04-14T01:15:00.000-07:00

it usually pours.

another word on freedom...

2009-03-13T09:00:00.000-07:00

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i could be talking to anyone, anything.
a wall.

this big beautiful thing owned by no one
why sacrifice all of that for just this.
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and the wind blows right through me

2009-02-25T00:19:00.000-08:00

i should be ready for things i'm not ready for, i suppose.
there is a quiet in my life, a void i'm in no hurry to fill, because now i feel better.

i remember long ago crying about some boy.
my friend had to tell me something, she had to tell on him that he wasn't who i thought he was.
i sat at a table in her cafe, tears spilling into my hot cider.
feeling this feeling like i couldn't breathe.
she explained it to me like this, "---" needs to be free! he is a free spirit! he cages himself but the truth is he needs to be free!
later on
years and years later, another boy, another tear spilled
this one thought
the absolute worst of me, that i was some demon.
dude.
seriously?
do you even know me?

i would like to thank each of them, each and every jerk i've dated for not trapping me.
cause where would i be???
certainly not following my dreams...
...certainly i wouldn't really even be me.

n/a

2009-02-14T17:57:00.000-08:00

i made something for you

thanks.

would you like to share

2009-01-19T13:26:00.000-08:00

i'm just listening to myself

i
there is no such thing as disposable energy.

the world is dark without heart

2009-01-07T09:17:00.000-08:00

covert mullet shot, an emily catey exclusive.
just inspect the background:)

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and then home.

a bunch of cokeheads
we needed the energy to decorate our fabulous christmas palm

christmas morning drive

like lace

poor santa. sleigh by night, car by day.
i amused myself by watching out for the double takes from passing cars.

fruit interlude

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in the distance
Appalachia

two homes, i've been here before

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i feel left out:(
nobody told me it was argyle sock day;)
by the way, the backseat was a flurry of texting and helioing it and ipods with shows on them and so on and so forth.
i just kept looking out the window, noticing signs with the bulbs burned out that would have lit up a letter.
wal art

bird

the high point

philly, as close as i could get.

new york,
white christmas.
well sorta...

fire island

we could barely move after the italian feast aunt kerry served. thank you!

i was such an elfy little kid, thanks to uncle ronny for digging up this treasure.
oh man and my dad's bar mitvah book
precious

grandma and bob spoil us all rotten, always

badu is like a kid in a candy store! does anyone else think it's ironic that he bought me a heap of chocolate and gave me a sonicare?

the most beautiful

next time, we'll hike.

and then home.

oh man oh man oh man

2008-12-07T00:10:00.000-08:00

i got nothin to show you right now. i'm spent. so worn down by life and trying.
november was some landmark. my artwork is off the ground, for sure at least hovering.
but now i'm caught in some land of too much, too little...some place i haven't been in a while, where i'm called out. i can't meet everyone's expectations all at once, it's too hard.
i really really need a day off.
and a hug might help too.
...
and words, man i got words to say to some people from my past. but they're too busy playing victim so keep telling yourself that you're so right. and then tell me how that resonates inside.

forget me not,
kinda

sniff sniff

2008-11-05T21:06:00.000-08:00

but what if there were another world, one where life never seems to be lackluster...

a world where real friends seem to grow on big beautiful old growth trees...

all my L

...

where kittens fetch

moss grows on the roof like some tiny terrarium

hot boys iron

and colors...
...colors change

...

Pilchuck Glass School 30th Annual Auction = Splendid

...

i <3 this

...

tis the season for nomadic terrorists, witching, pocahontas cher, 80's ski bunnies, the morton salt girl, dear lord the list goes on and on...

...

...

bye for now, casey jones
xoxox

for jen

2008-11-04T16:33:00.001-08:00

here's a little poem for your anti-foot fetish...

there it is, that was the poem.
...

miss you.

must admit there are a few people on the 'i miss you' list right now.
seattle, don't get hurt feelings.
cause lord knows
i miss you too.

~secret lunch~

2008-10-18T00:44:00.000-07:00

well sir,

there is no such thing as a free lunch, no love for sale here. and besides, remember that story about van gogh. just because you consider someone to be a brilliant artist, they might not be the kind of company you would like to keep during your dinner.
ahem.

(giving a full refund never felt so good)
---

(secret lunch)

so disappointment clouds lift with the arrival of old friends. the new york/ connecticut-hawaii-spain triangle begins!

saved you a seat

jen threw up eight times, i threw up three. we never get seasick! what?

dolphins if you like dolphins, get very excited. jen and i we're getting matching dolphin tattoos, she wants hers going around her wrist bone, like it's leaping out of the water. i think i'll go with something a little more classic, timeless. the dolphin ankle.

all jokes aside, i have never felt more moved as when i plopped into the water, cleared my snorkel and was surrounded, simply surrounded by dolphins. jen brought her underwater camera. click here to see those photos...

convertibles and cruises, a girl could get used to all of this...

jen and regina totally spoiled me. i would like for them to come back to stay please. and lord knows my place is small. but they could stay forever and i wouldn't mind a bit.

my souvenir
of their visit is this beautiful pink floatie
"i hate you cottage cheese, i had a baby that's why..."
we decided the scribbling and cursing on the surface
was some sort of performance art...
some poor person with contempt for their own beautiful skin
attacking the supple plastic with ballpoint sharp
---
the best of the things i have found

but no pictures of the "wave-jumping," nor the honey

time off pays off in inspiration, as i delve deeper and deeper into making art that matters. and beautiful things...silly little things too!
this world is crumbling, if you listen to everybody it makes it true. but somehow it doesn't matter. we all still need beautiful things. we need art. we need art!
and i 100% need to make things! i don't care about much anymore, just making things. learning, making, photographing, documenting, thinking, sketching and the whole thing starts again. naming. argh! that's what i'm supposed to be doing right now...

the breaks in my routine let the sun in that's for sure, but the making things is the privately examined world i hold dear, without which none of this would matter much at all.

happy hands...

serving utensils...

sick wallets...

ps ...made from trash, rinsed plastic scraps i arrange and fuse together to make a fabric, then sketched i mean stitched together on my machine...

still stumped...naw
quarried and quartered

so when can i move in

2008-09-15T00:06:00.000-07:00

please support the arts...scott, this looks good.
thank you.
and david, you too!

...

i would like to send a shout out to all you commuters out there. i don't know how you do it!

...

so. i have this vision see

i can't exactly explain this feeling i have it's of everything registering like sliding into the right place and i have goals and feel this.
real strong.
see.

it's of beauty and of pain it's the laughter
yet all in vain

haiku you. it looks awful quiet in this city, like i'm the only one making noise. like everyone else just stores their stuffs. stuffs n sleeps. it's like hundreds of tiny windows staring at me, like tiny tv's.

i see how this could work.

some art about some future, distant machinery yawn and crash and me standing in the sea i look to you but you're not there

it's just me...

...it's just me.

...

survivors

2008-08-24T22:20:00.000-07:00

a plane crashes in the woods and no one is around to hear the sound. is there a sound? a woman alone at home crying, thinking she deserved it. well, i hear you. and your secret is safe with me.

this is the silence of a woman who knows she deserved better and can't believe she settled for subpar. this is a design created in conjunction with a faith-based support group for survivors of domestic violence. please contact me at jesslandau@gmail.com if you would like to donate any small sum towards helping these women receive these pendants. i am trying to simply cover the costs of materials, so i can offer this organization the best deal possible.
because you certainly Don't Bury Survivors.

Speaking of which, Pine Boxes and Pillows is packed up and leaving me.

Coincidence, no?

like this coincidence of a tree, all i can see is a female form, slightly contorted, shoulders arms up neck long. strength in how she bends...

coffee break.

no matter what, all heart.

workin

2008-08-18T23:42:00.000-07:00

working and spending and clearing and holding and wondering and hoping and loving and losing, breaking and fixing,
then opening

glugs, snarfing, and too much love.

2008-08-07T20:11:00.000-07:00

sitting with my friend last night in the living room, the scream of brakes and a dull thud.
a man i see on the bus sometimes
had been walking the line in the center of the road.
right in front of my house.
ambulance lights, he will survive...
surely he knew better,
but do i feel sorry for him?
i do, and i feel equally sorry for the man who hit him.
what a terrible thing.

well,
i could go this way or i could go that way...
life is sad life is great.
okay fine life is great.

i like how the wind gave my sister a moustache^^^

i also like how my sister is outdoing me at every turn. oh man world look out!

the struggle of a voice to be heard, and boiling blood

2008-08-04T01:59:00.000-07:00

man i wish making art were easy.

mornings and natural rhythms and flow

waiting
...
portland mornings, but they came to remind me, to remind me that i am here

*too much love*

i won't get into the boiling blood part, nor the notrashchallenge.blogspot.com
i just won't.
i don't want to be one of those people who gets all, i'm doing it this way so you should too. if you want to be good to the earth you will be. and if you're curious, you'll check it out.

i don't want to be this person, to tell you what these are really about but did you know, did you know that there have been over nine deaths already this year from domestic violence in the state of hawaii alone. did you know that so many of the men on this planet should be shot dead. i'm thinking we should bring back the guillotine. i'm thinking the time has come for a little light on this shadow.

love, not to be confused with possession.

2008-07-28T23:27:00.000-07:00

^^^this is the best souvenir ever,
my favorite new 'possession,' per se

still coming across too many great photos from the months i spent away at Pilchuck Glass School...being completely immersed in a place for all that it's worth is quite beautiful in retrospect,
every moment.

the happiest i have felt in a long time, so happy, i fear that nothing could ever be this good again, so should i just end it all?
kidding!
but hopefully you've enjoyed a high that high (figuratively).
(or literally. whatever floats yer boat!)

pomegranate pucker

stop the car. it's just too beautiful!!

i wish i could brush my teeth right here every morning, wash my face in that cold cold river that had me speaking in tongues once i got ankle deep. glacial.

and suddenly time stopped (!)
and the flow just began
ebbing waxing waning
and you and i, we sat together in a room
until we picked eachother apart
until we weren't perfect
and we acted upon us
with pure conscience and form
but you have to look yourself in the eye when it's a mirror
after all.

not to mention

2008-07-21T22:36:00.000-07:00

i haven't been right since i got back...i feel like i must record this experience before i can move into the present; like 9 weeks changed my life.

but then i laugh at myself because i'm one of those people now, one of those people who's all summer camp changed my life. how melodramatic.
hee!
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i love these guys.

ah yes. so my work at pilchuck glass school was not always glamorous, but it was always entertaining.
i was the kitchen coordinator for presession and sessions 1 and 2.

i had hooligans to contend with...of this you can be sure.

...

plus i had to corral coffee cups and order supplies. there were some early mornings. and some mornings when i would show up to this...

it was a great job and i truly enjoyed the fringe benefits, which included not only comraderie, but having some of the most amazing glassblowers around finally Finally help me pull my first gather out of the furnace. i wanted to do this for so long.
pretty soon i was ladling it out, and blowing glass like i knew something about it...it was good.
refreshing even,
to be a beginner at something
in a world where we take pride in our expertise.

...

^^^
this is jackie.
she is partially to blame for teaching me how to blow glass. she was the most supportive and least bored of all of the people i worked with. i felt like we were both grasping at these concepts and getting them.
she kept reminding me of the steps when i got frustrated and since she's all cute and the baker (her desserts are amazing) pretty much everyone wanted to please her.
so we got lots of free glassblowing lessons!
people were so free with their knowledge, and so willing to give us demonstrations.
i want to thank too many people, especially jackie, lisa, matt, meredith, carrie, lee, nick, ratama, adam, tim, brad, danny, laura, thom, joey, alex, jenny, courtney, geez this list goes on and on.
and it's not like i won some award.
just this.

oh how i miss glass tv

my birthday was different, it was.

yes i traded in sunny hawaii for this.
but how awesome are these volunteers for helping me enjoy a night off!

not to mention my new best friends baked me a gourmet cake from scratch! the night before was when they did this, which coincided with the night i thought no one liked me.
matt, lisa, and joey: man you kids made me feel special!
that's ok i got to visit billy morris's barn and enjoyed great art while they slaved away over that hot stove.

we had so many special celebrations!
there was a stellar staff christmas party...

auction party #1 theme was what was it...
treehuggers, bugs, and boyscouts.
let's put it this way...i wasn't the only one with DE-merit badges...people tend towards the crazy at these parties
showing up naked, etc.
we kept our clothes on.

and again during session 2, auction party baby!
this time, the theme was bedazzled in prison: the musical

lisa and i found matching denim jumpsuits!

the crowd went wild (or at least that's what i tell myself :))

not to mention all the average nights that made me fall into serious sleep debt because of FOMO.
but it's true! anytime i went to bed early, i missed out on so much!

so i learned to stay up, yes i know. i can sleep when i'm dead.

not to mention the day trips

...

saturdays were for me and lisa. we went on adventures all around.

sometimes the driver needed assistance on his errands. we were there for him. someone to navigate, see.

^^^beth!
came to visit, all the way from PA! we worked together last year at penland. that was an awesome surprise. we hung out on the hammock at the pond shack before we embarked on a four leaf clover hunt at inspiration point.
fruitless.
but earlier in my stay, i found four four leaf clovers in one day, 3 of which were all one plant with several three leaf clovers as well.
crazy!

it's a wonder i got any work done at all!

(yes, that is a moustache monocle set)

there's so much now that i have left behind.
but i will end with just this.

loose components: amazing sightseeing and sushi meets general despair

2008-07-09T03:24:00.000-07:00

--[flashback to april, continued]--
so here's the thing.
i had to pull myself together!
heading into a world of strangers, who might not understand that i'm suffering this huge loss...
who might think i'm crazy if i burst out crying.

so i did all that in the rental car, and began the process of faking like i'm ok,
till i believe it.
one day...

my flight landed at 5:30am.
i went to (ew) wal mart to buy warm blankets and stuff right away, then to whole foods for coffee and shampoo.
from there, i was determined to enjoy this day. i had gotten very few hours of sleep in the past week, and the day was quite bright.
sooo...
i figured i could spend the morning at the aquarium to let my poor eyes adjust...

^^^that's glass by the way, in case chihuly tricked your poor little tired eyes too...

resurfacing...

don't lie. i know you liked that transition!

every time i am in seattle, i end up at pike place. i'm sure that's the classic tourist thing to do, but...i have an agenda and that is to eat at beecher's! after a little wandering, a bit of loneliness and quite a bit of macaroni and cheese, i went to the frye museum, which is totally free (!)
i hit it just right, between two shows: R. Crumb and a show titled 'Heaven is Being a Memory to Others,' Dario Robleto's exploration of our quest for immortality, and i caught part of the gallery talk that day. feeling very lucky, especially when i got in touch with my mom's friend's son and his girlfriend. amazing sushi and good conversation, and puppy dogs and the comfiest couch i have ever slept on. chris jambois rocks!

and then...and Then
it was time
to shuttle
to Stanwood.
i've been here before, but never quite like this.

my humble home for 9 weeks, and the view from my window

god how i missed this place!

Pilchuck Glass School is Amazing.

watch that sun set

2008-07-09T02:22:00.001-07:00

--[flashback to april]--
this is that moment before everything changed...

some beautiful reality

so that night in april, the phone rings, twice.

suddenly there is a pain that i feel so deeply it's like empty teeth
morning grief

i need my family, and i am 6000 miles away

and. i can't go home. other obligations.

there is a blur, time passes
i don't remember a thing
except crying and packing
not only for wintery weather, but for a subletter
my life reduced to a closet

and hawaii just makes fun of me all week, i swear.
all smiley faces and sunshine while i sink into some semblance of a cocoon, some moment of immense sadness. i don't sleep for days.
and then we drive me to get on that plane, the one that takes me to a job.

i don't remember the flight at all. it's as if honolulu becomes seattle...

as if these cloudless skies are reflecting this echo inside

year of the liver

2008-04-16T23:27:00.001-07:00

how can this not be personal, when it is.
shaking me
my very core
where the strength should be.

olomana
mott-smith

the places where i have found myself
i was there all along
the places i need to be besides my home

an afternoon of french press coffee and great conversation.
not to mention these two are the only other people i know who got such a fabulous car for next to nothing.
an afternoon in the volvo
god i love town
or maybe i just love faith and analu and the good times we always have.

yes it's true the country mouse needs the city sometimes (often)

and then to kevi's for a different kind town adventure...

jazzminds for tempo valley

hmm. perhaps i finally have a quintessential bathroom myspace photo...
...
i definitely needed some sleep, but you can sleep when you're dead, right.

good times and a beautiful night

eek! it's true. me, the lover of trees, was scared of this one!
...
the day broke through
i found
the north shore, nasty things like a mcgriddle,
beautiful things like the ocean

and the sky

so now i can make art and pack
i know
now.
and it's ok.

elfie

2008-04-08T13:44:00.000-07:00

i guess i tempted the fates by writing about whales n shells...
yoga session cancelled
thank goodness
the whales were there to greet me

well i told you that in the beginning...

2008-04-08T01:32:00.000-07:00

a conversation with myself
starts and ends
with reprimands

my first pseudo home here, keiki beach / log cabins.
whales n shells
so many memories

and makin s'more...
easter lobster and an easter egg sky

and the lines of my second home

just a day off, an afternoon off here and there
center me

a trail that went up and up and up and views that took my breath.
gave you the power,
nevermind.

what was it anyway

scratch it off the list

2008-03-22T17:45:00.000-07:00

this morning i kept hearing stories of people finding sunrise shells in unexpected places; i kept seeing people with sunrise shell pendants, and i do believe that one day i might get one from the ocean instead of having to buy one off of a crackhead.
and then i stumbled upon something i've looked for for a long long time.

the hawaiian monk seal, endangered amazing and actually right in front of me taking a nap.
thank you.

everything except the paper doll dress

2008-03-21T12:13:00.001-07:00

these photos are old. and i am not a daily blogger. i'm just procrastinating doing my taxes. actually i'm in the middle of them and it's really not fun.

but fat tuesday last month was fun for some people! i was working in front of indigo, which was a great place to run into just about everyone, especially these crazy fun friends...angela, christen, and cori
i was supertame that night, just enjoying the people watching.

where oh where do you take lindsay on a hike, i ask myself. after all this rain, who wants to mudwrestle with a mountain?
so peacock flats one more time...

umm we got soaked

it was absolutely beautiful

so i returned a call,
after i calmed down. i decided it was time to be a good friend,
no matter what.

take a long drive.

maybe two.

but no more of this bus stop business for at least a quick minute...
patience.

i'm trying to accept that patience and desire
are the only tools i require.
they've gotten me this far!
into my own car!
oh lord i am so the worst poet.
cause that sucked.
plus i can't think of a thing that rhymes with risk, and that's the other part of the equation.
...
oh well.

windows and walls.

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there's been a lot of art being made, and unfortunately on my quest to design tattoos as a commission from a friend, i found one i want!

just the green and purple plant travelling up my side might be nice...
it's from the best book ever,
Drawing Upon Nature: Studies for the Blaschkas' Glass Models

perhaps i'll look back at this in a year and still want it.
perhaps.

for now i'm a little gun.shy.

so the east...

and the north...

and whatever's inbetween
(me and feeling fine)

road trips, flap jacks, and pau hana

2008-02-21T13:18:00.001-08:00

oops. happy valentines day!
i'm a little behind schedule this month,
but i've been working hard.

The Forrest Through the Trees

and Abacus.

Using one of these devices as a child made math seem less abstract. Now I know how to add (believe it or not) but getting back to the fundamentals never seemed more appropriate. Paying my respects to the beginning of things.
Which comes first, the tree, the seed.

maybe it was in honor of the month that celebrates true love. maybe that's why this praying mantis was trying to romance my flip flop outside of haleiwa eats. try the chicken panang curry. it's amazing!

and haleiwa cafe serves up a mean breakfast in a barrel although this morning we were all slightly distracted by the love letter forrest received from a neighboring table.
flapjacks anyone?
we had to celebrate because gavin's song would be airing during a coke commercial during the superbowl!

the north shore was raaaaainy for a little bit there...we decided a road trip ~island style~ might be just the thing to cure the winter blues.
especially since you can see this entire island even if you start out around noon!

so from the west side we traveled east, into the rain.
but no road trip would be complete without at least a taste of the koolau mountains...

alas, then it was back to work for me for a second. on the uss missouri for indigo. we were so mad we had to work.

kidding!
i got mooned by some navy dudes and one of them was so drunk he climbed up onto the cannon reminding us all of cher in the turn back time video.
i always wanted to do that!
but he got some sharp words from the matriarch of the ship.

while we enjoyed a little pau hana.

peacock flats

2008-01-23T20:18:00.000-08:00

patterns.

so much of life seems to be either a struggle against or an acceptance of
subconcious patterns.

certain triggers make me miss certain situations,
even ones that i know are baaad bad news.
but every once in a great while,
you might find yourself where i found myself on sunday,

glad for a new development in my sometimes routineless routine...

well placed shaker

2008-01-19T20:48:00.000-08:00

yep.

hiking pretty much does it for me every time...
especially with my "sister."
i came back with a stack of paperbark, some seedpods, the usual.
thinking of a few art projects.
a long time ago, one of my very metropolitan friends was interrogating me about all of this time i spend
out there.
why? she wondered
what do you Do Out There?
i couldn't understand how she didn't understand the value of spending time with nature.
but i couldn't explain it either.

but the rest of this post she would probably understand.
good people.

lou is one of my favorite friends ever, such a real person!

his birthday was a blast
and reminded me of another time when he struck a solitary pose with a single balloon...

well placed shaker?

where's the time go

2008-01-16T23:15:00.000-08:00

my bad, it's been a few weeks!

a little christmas, a little new years...

and now it's cold here but only in that hawaii kindof way. storms. waves. socks.

need to start bringing my camera out more. it's been on my desk since
jan 1!

please check out asofterworld.com
for some post-apocalyptic inspirations.
things like

"i sold all of our belongings and packed the car with snacks while you were at work.
i set the cat free. i crank called 911.
i bit our landlord.
we can never go back! we're free."

i'm spending some time not on my business, but on my portfolio and projects i've only dreamed of. i'm spending some time on thinking big i guess. residencies, scholarships. anyone want to write me a letter of recommendation?

because i can sit and make small things all day, small art, and i love it, but i need to keep challenging myself. i told myself i would take this time to focus on myself as an artist, i would be my own school.
i always wanted to do that.
but it's hard.
oh and having lots of dreams, for real. and remembering them quite vividly. i
can't begin to debrief all these dreams.

my phone's been ringing a lot lately. things have changed for me on a lot of levels, probably for the best.

but that doesn't deny the fact that i'm wrestling with myself.
...

my sentiments exactly...

2007-12-23T16:05:00.001-08:00

here's a little window into the past year of my life, in somewhat chronological order...

if i could have made it up, i would have made it just like this.
happy holidays!

longest post ever

2007-12-20T10:45:00.000-08:00

the floodthe drive

and the best art i saw at first friday...

and friends! who can believe all these kids were out and about!

followed by the craziest week of birthdays yet...

let's start with angela's
kualoa ranch for ziggy marley surf roots whatever. as anyone who knows me knows, i am so ridiculously burned out on reggae. but going to these shows is too much fun, especially because i got to catch up with many friends!

the gentleman standing up in the above photo was going around tackling people and sloshing around his pepsi bottle of tobacco spit. charmed i'm sure.

here it is, let's call this the juxtaposition that is my life.

we kept the celebration going with an indoor pool party, a hot tub, and the ocean in hawaii kai
oh you know just john travolta's old house.
wha...???

this is where i go now in the best of my dreams

yes those are cinammon rolls and yes that's bacon too. and no i've never had such an amazing day of indulgence and relaxation.

oh right except for the fact that christen, angela, and i were running the honolulu marathon...

or not.

more like...
only picture a few more comfy chairs, a table with perrier and fresh fruit, and a bunch of mad runners who wanted to kick us where the sun don't shine...yes the morning was good, and the afternoon was even better. picture nothing but hot tubbing, ocean floating, indoor pool swimming, and olive tree eating.

and this is only the beginning of the birthday extravaganzas...

i'm so ashamed that i don't have more pictures from amanda's 25th birthday barbeque! but here she is at the end of a fun fun night with her new puppy ollie and her sweet husband corey and a baskin robbins mint chocolate chip ice cream cake...so great!

the next morning after yoga and starbucks, catching some of the triple crown surf contest on my way to millilani for errands. its a tough life kid.

and the next day, a beautiful drive to pick out a christmas tree on alissa's 30th birthday!

followed by a little dinner at haleiwa joe's, a little sashamon, and some hippies crashing our party (don't worry, we know them)

so. i hear they don't call it dirty thirty for nothing...party favors included of course glass moustaches...

lou swearing he's only intoxicated by the scent of my hair

what a crazy fun night, and then...

emily and her amazing photographs!
erin and her beautiful jewelry!

nerd alert!

and the best christmas lights i have ever seen...the bunny in a santa suit on the upper right whose rear end was moving from side to side (?) umm. happy holidays?

i wish every morning i woke up to the ocean in mokuleia with a cold. ok well not with a cold but you know what i mean.

An Exercise in Melodrama...

2007-12-05T01:24:00.000-08:00

what a crazy crazy week.

espresso shots and too much rain, really...
i live in a flood zone so these things do make me worry sometimes
even though worrying never got anybody anywhere.

oh and

seriously. i will miss this painting.

a long drive soothed me...

loads of errands all day long, but kinda fun ones. and loads of town for me these days too! it's nice to get a break from the north shore. a break from my home and from art.
i was a rampant consumer today.
it was great!
and now here i am typing between power outages, gusts of wind, and silly dark accidents like spilling candle wax on my cell phone...

needless to say, that's enough for today.

well good morning to you too, door

2007-11-26T20:24:00.002-08:00

how bizarre...perhaps one door falls apart before another one opens...

i'm not even going to lie to you. this weekend was horrible. i'll spare the details but i feel like a child pretending to be a grown-up. isn't it awful when things from so long ago that you forgot about resurface and are pulled out of context and you can see how someone might feel the way they feel but that was never your intention. or when something you are proud of is suddenly seen as some sort of shameless self-promotion. it was horrible and hard, and i've had a hard time shaking it off.

but today was great.

yep it wasn't bad at all.

betsy's the sweetheart who started my day.
your email and support,
incredible.
will you take a break from berkeley already and come back to the islands?

and then

i sold my buddha (an homage to frida kahlo)
this painting is very hard to let go of. my friend has been asking me about it since august!
!
i didn't mean to ever seem evasive...
i'm usually not this attached to things.
this was such a hard painting to paint, but i needed to do it.
and the cool thing is
he needs to have it! i needed to make it and he needs to have it. there is something thrilling about a transaction where both people know they just got what they needed. trading value for value.
and being able to tell the story.

you rock my world scott!
thanks for taking the time out to catch up with me.

last week, one of my old friends sent me this picture from when he visited...
how creepy!
i mean i know i'm just chillin out, eatin some cereal, but it stopped me in my tracks when i saw this photo. that was from around the same time the painting was completed.

it really made me realize how far i've come, how much art has helped me to change my environment and reality. how much art helps us to process experiences and then make change.
and how glad i am that i rearranged the living room.

ahh friends. thank you for all of these amazing friends.
here and everywhere.

everything's gonna be ok.

certified letters and bills (not my day)

2007-11-24T17:10:00.001-08:00

Let's reminisce about Thanksgiving Day instead...Faith and Analu are my kindred soul Carless Wonders. But by some miracle, here we are with our extra cool radio in a Mazda pup truck. I know it's supposed to be p/up but it kinda reminded me of a cute little puppy. We were definitely all wagging our tails! Heading to the beach...

Merrh is anything cuter than these two?

Puaena Point with Mount Kaala in the background

And then after the slight stress of cooking stuffed mushrooms in time for the feast,
we got down to some serious eating in my neighborhood....
No one dressed up like Pilgrims or Indians or Cowboys as we had planned, but that's OK . It's great to see friends from the other side of the island and to share more good times with my neighbors.
Here's a few samples of the post-meal glow...

oh my lord you have to love accidental video! Sweet Pea dancing in the background...

and Faith being really really ridiculously adorable.
Sad to see Faith and Analu go before dark, but that's when the real fun began...

ha!

We are such dorks!

Oh and weirdos too, here's mine and Alissa's new back door guardian. You can't tell from this picture, but his abdomen looks like it's made of dichroic glass. Should we name him? I just hope he has an appetite for mosquitos!

The Canal

2007-11-23T17:05:00.000-08:00

The Canal (the painting)

Two weeks ago, I went on a bike on the bus type adventure in town. Not so many photos because I left my camera home for the weekend. Just taking pictures with my mind, I guess. See when you're walking and biking and taking public transportation, you see a lot more than in the car. Especially when you're travelling through a world that is all about the car. Shhh...don't tell but especially when I walk, I find nothing but treasures. Next time I'm bored, perhaps I'll post some photos of said finds. Anyways, back to the matter at hand, the other weekend. I was drooling and spacing out on the filmy bus window from the bus rocking and the arms crossing when we crossed this canal and it looked like there was a river of trash. That's when I realized what all this hurry is about. If you go quickly, you outrun it a little. When you're on the bus, you're not outrunnin nothin. But in your car, you might miss it. Talking to my mom, their well at the house
dry
Reading craft magazines about environmental issues?
Now this is my kind of craft, no more wooden hinged bears that say welcome.
But what does that mean...
Is it as bad as it seems...
I remember years ago making a painting but not just with pigments, with trash I found on a hike: the plastic holder for earrings, a candy wrapper. Tucking these moments into the side of a mountain, a river's stream.
I thought so many years ago this was all dire.
Finally
confirmed.

But None To Drink (the painting)
I must give kudos to my brother and sister for inspiring me to start a blog. They think people might be interested(?). Interesting. Please visit my website, www.jessicalandau.com to see more of my artwork.