Sunday, December 19, 2010

BAR NONE

a The concept of a bar is to provide individuals a meeting place with plenty of social lubricants by which to engage more freely in conversation . Originally this concept served in providing the alternate meeting places for working class groups to decide and deliberate on issues affecting them and there communities . But as stress continues to build in our life's bars are becoming places that are less about the community building and more about consumption paired with displaced anger and social destitution brought upon by an individualist cultural demand. Barn None is a two part project . this first part was framed as an interventionist effort where two groups of artist including Sarah Valentine and Chris Granillo provided impromptu collaborative drawings. the drawings covertly redirected the bar goers attention from beers and shots to pencils and paper. simultaneously redefining the uses of a bar space as well as producing culture through exchange of ideas and personal philosophies.
part two of the project was a social sculpture constructed at California College of the Arts . The guerrilla installation reclaimed an underutilized space connected to the graduate studios on the Oakland Campus that was then used as a bar that served drinks during class hours and encouraged student involvement.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

episodes of a collaborative experience

the art world is composed of everyone not just artist . writers . musicians . and or poets the audience is as important as those creating the art objects and happenings.

"Every human being is an artist, a freedom being, called to participate in transforming and reshaping the conditions, thinking and structures that shape and inform our lives"

Joseph Beuys

Phish Festival 8. Community Print Press
Mono type print press powered by human weight and friction.This process was used by a community of campers at the phish music and arts festival in 2009 to produce one of a kind prints that were then displayed and traded for the during the 3 day event.


Saturday, November 27, 2010

El muralismo

In 2007 Louisa castrodale and I began the Mural Project for Palm Springs Unified School District . What was initially envisioned to be a single project housed by the Desert Hot Springs Alternative Education program became an ongoing district wide Arts Program. This effort produced over 50 murals in a time span of three years. The Murals were created in collaboration with students ranging in from middle to high school grade levels

achieved objective : produced murals through which students learned essentials in painting and drawing while simultaneously providing a forum for teacher/student mentorship and open dialogue in a safe and productive environment. As well as creating a model that encouraged student attendance and responsibility .

Special thanks to collaborating artist : Bijan Masoumpanah and Aaron Hansen .













Friday, November 26, 2010

THanks given .


thanksgiving 2010 saw me in a new place. . a big city . with many people and new horizons. I may not have a lot but i am grateful for what i do have and what i have done. i thank all the people who have lent a hand along the way. And as most of these thank you speeches go , I also will start by thanking my mother who carried me Across the American border in a morral, to my father who always told me that hard work was essential to any and all achievements, to my English teachers who taught me how to speak the language of this country, my math teachers who figured out a way to make me learn the things i thought i wouldn't, to my mentors Louisa , Terry , miss stone , Mrs..west., and Carlos who i will never forget and can not thank enough. to Aaron a die hard collaborator and inspiring force in my life . to my ex girlfriends who stood up with me in my crazy years. and to my partner in crime Sarah who challenges me daily to see things differently than just another 24 year old Chicano. Thank you .

Monday, November 8, 2010



Sometimes it is easier to forget than remember, dismiss than embrace, overlook than confront, and we are all familiar with the idea of impermanence. Here today and gone tomorrow.

This project grew out of these ideas and a few different encounters with clothes found around the bay area. Just about everyone has had seen the lonely pair of slacks sitting on a bus top or the "almost new" sneakers curbside waiting for someone to pick them up. Often times we just pass them up. But curiosity always strikes to pose the questions of whom they belonged to or how they got there.






Perhaps the reason discarded clothes sparked our curiosity is because we knew that at some point they belonged to someone and that it still carried some of their essence. We all have special relationships to clothes and they are an extension to ourselves. Often they are connected to particular moments in time and memories. Just think of a time you lost a special hat or jacket. What did it feel like?

After sifting through dozens of found clothes we finally choose seven Outfits that were used to create short 2-3 sentence narratives. These narratives were formulated in a collaborative writing process that focused on our own relationships to the clothes, the locations in which they were found, and possible identities of the people who may have worn them.

Then a mock up of the future public installation inside one of the CCA studios


Once the lay out was determined through the studio mock up the third stage could be set in motion. This would be a Public art piece set in an area of high foot traffic near the locations where the clothes had originally been found.

The location search took place post Oscar Grant trial on October 6, 2010 just a day after the Oakland riots. The aftermath of this event left many building with boarded up windows and storefronts. Perfect surfaces for easy installation of anything that had to be nailed or stapled. Using this to our advantage location outside of the 19th streets Bart was chosen. This was an ideal location since it is a place for high foot traffic.






Display :







Overall public resoponse was positive.

Collaborations:

Character Building and Layout - Sarah Valentine
Technical Support - Chris Granillo
Clothing donation ( Black Pants for "Rey" )- Noah Legget
Photographic support - Madelon Kaye Calasuonno
Directions and News - Anonymous Man at Fat Cat Cafe


Sunday, November 7, 2010

Memory Boxes . Oakland California 2010





we are all responsible for capturing the present and representing the future.It is up to us to decide how we will encapsulate the stories of today so they can be told tommorow.


a collection of found arifacts, memories, and events.

Thursday, August 12, 2010


CCa required a personal application for consideration. The essay had to be written on any personal community project and its affects on cultural diversity. this was mine.


It has been an interesting three years since 2007. I began attending community college that year, and I remember saying to myself, as I walked to my first class, “This time I’m really going to make it happen”. I had no clue what I was going to make happen; all I knew was that I didn’t want to go back to the streets, or work a dead end job, like everyone else who I have grown up with has done.
I enrolled in both academic and art courses. The most memorable of them was Life Drawing with Professor Joan Silver, MFA. The idea of drawing a nude figure for several hours in a room full of complete strangers was very foreign to me and quite intimidating. In many ways it was the total opposite of what I thought artists did. Since childhood I believed that artists were recluses, hidden away from society, in complete solitude creating masterpieces only to be discovered after their death. As the semester went on, I realized that art was not the introverted experience I thought it was. I became very diligent in producing forms and figures that would be intriguing to my classmates during the critique segment. At the end of that semester I was chosen to be one of four students to display work from the Life Drawing course. Professor Silver said that she chose my work because it was raw, thought provoking, and encouraged the viewers to interact with one another. The “Drawn-In” Student Exhibition would be one of the most life changing events I had ever experienced. It was my first time at an art show, let alone my own! There I met people from all walks of life: professors, students, parents, even the media came out. Seeing the outpouring of diverse people allowed me to begin to understand the unifying power of art.
Two weeks after the Life Drawing show, I received a call from Louisa Castrodale. I knew little about her, except that she was the Visual and Performing Arts Specialist at Palm Springs Unified School District, and she wanted to meet with me about Art Projects. In our meeting, Louisa asked me a lot of questions regarding community, my childhood, family life, dreams and aspirations. I responded nervously, telling her that I wanted to teach art in an Alternative Education center like the one I had graduated from. I also told her how important it was to allow students to practice art in the school curriculum, and how when I was attending school, my art class was what kept me coming back.
Shortly after our meeting, we began the Intra-District Mural Program, of which I was the Artist in Residence. We approached at-risk students to provide them with an incentive to stay in school while improving their grades and fostering local communities with art. The Mural Program allowed the at-risk youth to create public art while exposing them to positive role models. At first, the Students were shy but as the program continued, they took ownership of their work and embraced their new opportunity to create. Peer-interaction quickly began to be a focus of the art experience, and for most of the students this would be the first time working with other students from different social cliques and backgrounds. We feared that problems might arise due to their varied backgrounds, gender, and race, but this was clearly not the case. The creation process seemed to bring the students together immediately, and in a short time, kids who would once gave bad looks to one another were shaking hands and swinging high fives around school. In response to the Intra-District Mural Program, many of the students outside began to open up to their peers and much change was seen in school morale. Most unexpected, by the teachers and myself, was when overall grades and test scores improved. A lack of defacement to the work was also a clear sign of change in the students.
I recall one particular student, who came to be the pride of our program; his name was Norvin, a 17 year-old gang member from South Central, Los Angeles. He had been expelled from the Los Angeles Unified School District and was then sent to Palm Springs Unified School District (PSUSD) where his grandmother lived, as part of a probation agreement. Norvin joined the Intra-District Mural Program after a conversation we had outside of the Desert Hot Springs Alternative Center. Not artistically inclined or particularly interested in art, Norvin wanted to be a part of something “cool.” Often seen with a paintbrush in one hand and holding his pants up with another, Norvin was not our typical student. He worked with us for several months, during which his behavior improved and he went from being a hardened outsider to a positive member of our school. When his probation period ended Norvin had to go back to Los Angeles, I remember talking to him on his last day. I asked him what he would do next. He told me painting had really helped him calm his anger, to communicate with his grandmother, and imagine possibilities outside of a life of crime. But despite the positive changes, Norvin concluded, “I’m probably goin’ back to jail though.” This made my stomach drop and I was at a loss for words. Then we parted ways.
At that time, our Mural Program had moved on to different schools, but every time I would think of Norvin my heart would ache. The dramatic changes in his life as a result of the Mural Program had been clear, and to imagine that he would regress due to his environment was heart-breaking. Months later, however, I visited the Alternative Center to touch-up the murals and I saw Norvin’s picture hanging on the wall. He had returned to graduate with honors, and I was informed he transferred to a trade school to pursue engineering. Though Norvin and I never saw each other again, my eyes were opened to the transforming nature of art, not only for artists but also for the community.
My experiences with the relationship of art have inspired and motivated me to pursue a future in teaching others to use creativity to cope with the obstacles of life, and explore the endless possibilities. I now more thoroughly understand art and its unifying power. This is why it is important to me to take the next step in applying for California College of the Arts and joining the Community Arts program. I feel it will help me strengthen my own ideas, while learning different approaches to art in community environments.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

une

hello again. It has been a while since these keys and i last met . perhaps the desert summer is at fault. but i promise i am not pointing any fingers . there are certainly many stories to share.Everything started speeding up as of a month ago . and at the same time at times slowing down at a dreams pace. surreal and cosmic. i applied to art school went on a whim to see what would happen. The steps were untimely and very frustrating filling out paper work doing research and so on and so forth. Of course i had heard of how hard this would be but being that none of my close family members or family had ever made it to college it was extremely alien to me . its not like i could turn to my parents for advice for the topic . they had only maid it to late grade school. and now here i am an official art school student at CCA. what a trip.

Friday, May 21, 2010

So This energy is pullin me north as it seems to be doing to many other socal souls. ive been thinking of many things and what will happen when i get there. Then i realized realized how much art i was going to have to leave behind . if you are interested in helping the cause and sponsering a dream, contact me here are a few of the peices i have up for sponsership.







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Saturday, May 1, 2010

seis:
yesterday minus two weeks ago at this time i was was dancing with a tequila bottle planted firmly in my pocket . spending every last dollar on everyone i had ever known . perhaps that is an exageration. but i was defeniltey buying way more alchohol then could be consumed by the end of the night or even the beginging of the next morning. looking back at the nights past i am glad i can sit here with a sober mind and tell there stories.Tonight as i am driving my friends home (designated).I contemplate the many nights of drinking and driving .close calls. and blackouts. of my past. what a trip how one single event can change your outlook on everything.roll overs car accidents and injuries have not been my wake up calls instead the introduction to buddhist principles of mindfullness.Alot of things came into perspective after spending Three days at the Deer Park Manostery. for instance how as the drunken weekend nights came to a close i would desperatley try and implore as many people as i could to drink with me far after the bars were close. even if it meant buying a couple 30 packs to encourage there desicion.Simply because i was afraid of going home drunk and then feeling lonley. The only reasonable thing i thought to do was keep drinking . atleast until the point of numbness . then theres nothing much to feel. no lonlieness.. desire .nor happiness. but today is a different day . i found out that my addiction to suffering was not longer fun. and that my old friends were no longer helpfull. I know they are resentfull of me . for not paying them much attention. they have been there when no one was .but there time has past and i must move on . my friend rest and compassion,clarity, sobriety,and mr.self love are the new team players. and we have high hopes on the world series.go team.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010


cinq: ten percent of your happiness comes from your neighbors
i guess this is one of those concepts we dont bother to think about often. The night is cold and windy in the desert . weather testing?.santana winds.? or desert demons ? ask an expert all i know is that it made for a perfect backdrop for an interesting question posed that would lead into a long converstation about cultural relations and human connections.Marco ask's me. are you mad at her ? interesting how blind i can be sometimes.blind as to what effect i have on people, and my interconnections to there lives.Marco sits next to me in geology class . we dont talk much .but last week i did lent him a dollar if it means anything. hes the nice guy type . fairly quite.he wants to be a police officer and has a lazy eye.Tonight he brings to my attention that my recent break up has been causing him much suffering. He tells me how unconfertable it is for him to sit next us now that we are no longer producing the ubundant playfull energy that once was.if it wernt such a brave and interesting question i would be gone now. The wind is intense and im getting sand in my eyes.Regardless ,at this point im smiling but not know i have been causing him discomfert. rather it is that type of smile you get on your face after falling off bike to realize that besides some scraps and scratches you are ok . the "im alive" smile .sometimes pain is a good reminder for present existence.The converstation of my break up and its interconection with him goes on for almost an hour. As we sit in his car old mexican boleros are playing. I think its "noche de requerdos" on 96.7. He begins to tell me stories of how it made him so happy to see us exchanging smiles while we shared lunch together or walked to class. And now he feels as if though something is missing.like a part of his life has been rudley ripped away from him. I dont really have much to say but thank you. it is clear that things are much larger than oneself. some one is always watching.

sleepless in the spring.

insomniacs quatre:

I haven’t had any sleep since Sunday, now my head hurts and footsteps seem costly, eyes burn like lava beds and my throat is dry like Death Valley. My heart, content and sentimental. But it’s only after long moments of pondering the many minutes, moments, smiles I have seen, my childhood, the first time my lips made contact with a girl, riding my bmx down to the circle k by the freeway for a jumbo pickle and big Gulp, falling in love again in my early twenties. Things often don’t go well like on my first date when I elbowed Christina in the eye while trying to do the “distract the girl by yawning and but your arm over her shoulder trick,” which only works in movies. But anyway misadventured dates are topic of a different story. This one is about the new found insomnia that has been perpetually visiting in these days of 2010. I couldn’t really say when this started. It seems as if no pivotal instance can be found. Maybe I am dying, maybe its resurrection. All I know is that things are changing and every day I am heaving hallucinations, overloaded with emotions. Along with them come burning lights that leave painful incisions on my pupils. Even my hygiene is taking a beating, not that showering ever seemed very enticing to begin with. There’s something very unpleasant with the feeling that comes after being in water for to long. How long would it take for a person to turn 100% water? I’m thinking somewhere between three and four days. But this isn’t backed up by any real facts and I am far from being a dermatologist. There have been many suggestions for curing my sleepless torment things like Melatonin, chamomile tea, marijuana, and even drinking before bed. None of which I have made an effort to try. Last night when Sarah and I were in bed I was sighing to distract myself from the tossing and turning. But I don’t think she liked it very much. “Do some Yoga,” she told me. Stretch, breath, be the swan. Perhaps the corpse pose. At times I’ve wanted to apologize for this unstable sleeping pattern. Apologize to her, to my neighbor who have to hear my blaring trumpet to off set moment of the night, to my dog Marley who’s been loyally keeping me company and missing out on her midnight walkabouts and to myself for God knows what. But when I try to extend these apologies, the over amplified Ticks and Tocks drown out my voice and leave me defeated and in many ways too embarrassed to talk about the condition of sleeplessness. “Stop Stressing!” Sarah’s voice echoes. Kiss me to sleep I plead in silence. Remind me of childhood, warm embraces and better times.

Day Six of Sleeplessness
from the secound issue of the Common Good Press zine of College of the Desert.
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Tuesday, April 27, 2010

tres: un poco para el audio










numero dos: being bored is only an illusion




example.uno :. art straight from the xerox machine in the office.

i am home

day one: I have come across the information that information is now a free giveaway. im joining the bandwagon . literally and figurativley . and of course my spelling is terrible but maybe creative writing skills my still be good enough to make something interesting out of this thing. my mother always loved to hear me talk as did most of my friends well atleast thats what it seemed like even when i didnt have beer to drink or grass to smoke.but really it was all the beer i had and weed to smoke who knows. Anyway. so be it here i am .Now . the wind blows gently into my window and the sounds of La Habana ooze heavily out of the decreped laptop speakers. tommorow will be a new day with stories to tell.











alas you are here now.