I love my Mom
I love my Mom
I love my Mom
WELCOME HOME FRIENDS OF THE UNIVERSE.
LET'S LEARN HOW TO RIDE THE BIKE, WHILE WE BUILD IT.
ACCESS TO ANY LENS OF PRIVILEGE IS A BEAUTIFUL WEAPON.
SHARING IS sex
YOUR TRUE PASSION FOR LEARNING, TEACHING AND DOING THROUGH ACCESSING, PARTICIPATING AND SHARING MINORITY DRIVEN SYSTEMS, FRAMEWORKS AND HARM REDUCTION STRATEGY... IS HOT.
YOU ARE MADE OUT OF STARS.
THE WORLD IS CHANGING QUICKLY, HOW WE MOBILIZE EACH AND EVERY OPPORTUNITY COLLECTIVELY, FROM HERE THROUGH INFINITY, IS OUR LEGACY TO SOVEREIGNTY AND EQUITY.
'' Art is about trying to find the good in people and making the world a more compassionate place.'' - Keanu Reeves (Our collective boyfriend)
''Any real change implies the breakup of the world as one has always known it, the loss of all that gave one an identity, the end of safety.'' - James Baldwin (Artist, Writer, Icon & Revolutionary)
'Reconciliation is dead, and it was never really alive.' 'Canada is a state built on removal of Indigenous peoples to make way for resource extraction companies.'' - Jesse Wente (Artist, Writer, Filmmaker, Knowledgekeeper Revolutionary)
THE POOR KID PHD
Growing up in Saskatchewan in the 1990s, sexual discrimination was legal. The first pride parade I ever attended, was masked to protect the lives, livelihoods, and families of the pioneering leaders of our modern revolutions and privilege. I was a skater, so part of everybody and everything. By default. If you know you know, if you don't, rollerblading is cool too. We're good. Also, shout out to high school football players protecting skaters from getting eaten alive by hockey players. Seriously, my experience. Anyways, we were all different colors and talked, walked, and thought, even swore differently. NOT living that skate or die life, was the only ticket to fuck - off - landia. Our race was 'Skate.' Otherwise, half of us were homeless. 1 person's single mom would drive 10 of us somewhere, so we didn't die getting there. Some of us lived in a chicken coop full of broken beer bottles, in a basement downtown. Others backflipped off 4 story buildings into snowbanks. Whatever the bat shit ridiculous, instantly gratifying choices in front of us; we made them as a unit. Everyone, everything, all belonged. It was magical to just be 'in.' Down, without segmentation. Skaters. Skate, the rest is fun, fighting the power, and living between. Because Saskatchewan was such a very complicated place to grow up and stay out of trouble, and trouble is peace for the wild; skateboarding saved our lives.
My sense of identity early on became inextricably intertwined with the Cathedral, North Central, and Downtown areas of Pile of Bones, Saskatchewan. When I wasn't in Saskatoon, complaining about Regina. As the proverbially youngest at every spot, or house party show, back in the day - I was treated like I was special. I didn't know I was different. I was ignorant to how you could treat people anyway. Unless they sucked at skating or were cops. My big orange Afro and huge pants my homies made out of other pants, meant 'that's Iraaaaaaaa', to the skaters, and the punks, and the straight edge kids in our little world. So, on the weekends I was a rich white kid at grandma's, and during the week, trudged through everything else. I quit skating when I started falling in love. I quit falling in stuff when I started making videos and films. I quit quitting when I figured out no one cared about my diary, in ten-foot-tall letters. 10 years of that later, I guess what can best be described as 'I stumbled into riding the bike while I built it.' Reflexively almost. Suddenly, I felt that gorgeous, foul pushback, and defensive disdain I had always craved from those superior artists, friends, and even mentors I admired, paid, worked for, and with. This new mixture of surprise, envy, and sweaty fear. That's when I knew. That's when I really, truly knew.
Never stop loving. It will ruin your skateboarding.
The pivotal moments of my personal and professional development, growth, and my favorite multimedia works are all born in that 'trance-like state'. I often talk about how 'art is practicing until the reflex grows.' This was how I learned to ollie. This is how I learned to 'look' like I could kickflip. Thousands of hours of solo practice. Before, we all went skating. The Hypno void. Whether it's sleep deprivation, substance abuse, method acting, Dogme95, (Ask Jeeves about it, yo.) I don't believe in feeling inspired. I can't recommend pampering your ego to that degree. You have to be. That's the window. Do. That's the secret. Live. BE OUT - painting on your little wooden porch. Making your little songs. Get that 'lifestyle blog' money. Basically, put on red lipstick, while you are standing in a garbage can fire full of hemp fuel.
Find your teachers, make your experiences, upskill your talents. No matter what, experience what you need to learn. You may not have a choice of how, when, or what order. The system projected on to us is a backward lie. Rules are only for the poor. Life is the only test worth living. Success is your own scale measure. Dreams are a plan. Wishing is rehearsal vision.
A lot of teachers/ educators kick me out of their class / or interject to reorient the conversation at this point. And we both know it's too late. So let the old guard cling desperately to their messed up, antiquated, detached, colonial, systems and institutions.
What happens when you are hanging off a cliff by three fingers? Consider that you can ask the mountain, or trust the fall.
GENRE BENDING/ TRANSDISCIPLINARY/ INNOVATORS
SPecific to EXPERIMENTING, PUSHING, AND REINVENTING CONVENTIONS OF MODERN CREATIVITY
Dancing is stupid. I said that. Called it. It wasn't until 2010, that I was introduced to understanding, I have a body. And that it belonged to me.
I am sitting in the Royal Amsterdam theatre, with a Russian princess that hates how I look, talk, smell, and think, but wants to sex the feces out of my art. We never made love without a song I wrote on loud. Or with her eyes open. Not once. So, she keeps reminding me 'You are not my type. Your french friend with the guitar. That's how lucky you are Ira.' As the credits roll and just as this huge, lush, ornate golden curtain opens and the 'PINA 3D' typecast breaks your heart into infinity stones, they lean over and say; 'whatever happens, you deserve this. That's why I am still here. You need this as part of what you can become. I decided this the first time you wrote me.'
I was stoned. And in love. I just sat there, in a moment that changed my life, as a film that was about to change me, began.
Imagine you kick a door open and this rush of light, and sound, and newness just smashes everything you have ever believed into smithereens.
Years later, after all the tears. I'm proud. I have never had so much given to me, and nothing was stolen. Nothing.
Rest in power Philippine.
Philippine "Pina" Bausch (27 July 1940 – 30 June 2009) was a German dancer and choreographer who, with a blend of movement, sound, and prominent stage sets, and with performers during the development of a piece (a style now known as Tanztheater), became an influence in the field of modern dance from the 1970s on.
AND KUSTURICA(and a few of my favorites)
The LANGUAGE OF ART
The more you are exposed to, the more you feel, the more you know, and the more or less, you can be. Not sure there's anything else to add here. Any arguments? The following is transcendent one-click, public domain samples from specific masterworks that have made me, this current version of myself. I encourage all of my peers, students, and the teachers; (I teach how to teach teachers) to experience. An argument can be made, theatre is the language of art. To contradict this statement, expose yourself to the quantitative arguments that qualify whatever your stance is and/ or becomes. Just remember box, or box factory. The choices you build, are everything.
Emir Kusturica (Serbian Cyrillic: Емир Кустурица; born 24 November 1954) is a Serbian filmmaker, actor and musician. He also has French citizenship. He has been recognized for several internationally acclaimed feature films, as well as his projects in town-building.
Andrei Arsenyevich Tarkovsky was a Russian filmmaker, theatre director,, writer, and film theorist. He is widely considered one of the greatest and most influential directors in the history of Russian and world cinema.
Béla Tarr is a Hungarian filmmaker. His body of work consists mainly of art films with philosophical themes and long takes.
Werner Herzog is a German film director, screenwriter, actor, and opera director. Herzog is considered a figure of the New German Cinema. His films often feature ambitious protagonists with impossible dreams, people with unique talents in obscure fields, or individuals who are in conflict with nature