adrienne patrick

3rdward open call

adrienne patrick.

please recycle

 
corner forest, yuken teruya

 animation block party commissioned this psa by arjun rihan to open their seventh annual film festival here in brooklyn. please double clickto watch directly on you tube, as i am still at a loss when it comes to embedding properly. sigh. 

http://www.arjunrihan.com/

curiosities

these funny little skulls were originally excersise during moments of 'block'.

 
i began bottling them as curiosities after an aquaintance questioned the cost of my work; only twice have i priced so that my compensation would rise above minimum wage (there was immeasurable sentimental value to those works).

 
given this acquaintance's place in the contemporary art world, i found myself contemplating the ways in which our culture assigns value to art and labour; an engaging personality, the luxury of higher education, and the knowledge & resources to connect oneself with those who steer any industry has as much to do with ones success as does talent & timeliness.

how is the essence of the individual honored or conversely distorted by the choice of vocation(calling) verses career(from the latin carrera-race, as in rat race)? how is the collective health of the human family altered by the propulsion of individualism, acquisition, and celebrity?

 when i am long gone, will my actions speak louder than the analysis of those actions by my critics?

does a rose by any other name really smell as sweet? 

 
how different would the world look if we were all engaged in right livelihood and compensated for our contributions?

i miss your comments. tell me...

 

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postcards from paradise

 
 
 
 
 
 
images from alexander mcqueen's savage beauty

 
oh to place an open palm on each and every wounded heart

who has met a moment 

where the enormity of hopelessness

 was greater than their ability to navigate

their way on this earth. 

to console the essence of those who,

could not be contained in the dualities of life.

-rebecca brooks, recuerda mi corazon

reWIND

i have recently had cause to plow through my old posts, even reading the entirety of a blog i had 'deleted' two years ago; it was the opening of a four-chambered pandora's box.

in revisiting those days when the outer picture of my life was so very different, i realised that my once-upon-a-time was not only about the glory days of my mother and father's loving presence, a salient career, a beautiful home, or a passionate love.

my once-upon-a-time was also about how i really enjoyed writing. i shared the details of my days and the meditations of my heart with friends old and new, then with self-protective caprice i locked it all away.  

after a gentle nudge, i have unlocked my old blog. 

i dedicate the post below to a dear friend, because it's never too late for a happy ending(and i don't mean a massage).

mother's day, 2009

 

these are not the dishes that my significant other washed while allowing me to sleep four hours longer than the rest of the family (in his stead. ahem).

i was awake by 6.15, and these dishes piled up before 9. and while they piled up i did what moms, what women have been doing ever since we were first dragged into caves by the weaker sex.

i created.

 
i learned something about my instinct to make pretty things last fall when i sat every wednesday with a group of moms from my children's school, working on crafts to raise money at our annual winter fair.

initially i simply thought it a good idea to learn some new techniques; i had never before felted, or made a doll.

about 15 minutes into the first session, a funny thing happened.

my shoulders began to drop from their usual perch up around my ears, and my back straightened . i ceased thinking about how much time i was taking away from the office, or what form of torture my boss would have waiting for me when i returned.

i didn't think about laundry, or dishes, or taxes. and although we may have more cause than anyone else i know, for three full hours every wednesday, none of the mommies whined. do you know why?

because there is no whining in nirvana.

after six weeks of new projects, far too many all-nighters, lots of laughter, a few tears, and a whole lot of getting to know the people whose children spend their days with mine, i had made this..

after a successful fair my schedule returned to normal, as did the quasi-modish curve of my spine. then one night it dawned on me. all those weeks sitting in that circle, sharing, creating... i didn't have a singlenegative, self-deprecating, defeatist thought.

i had felt satisfied.

while promoting his most recent book, i heard michael pollan say something like 'if you do things the way your mom or grandmother or great grandmother did, you'll probably be headed in the right direction'. which might explain why i feel so okay when i am crafting.

you see, my mom makes pretty things. as did my aunties, and great-grandmom, and a whole host of women who came before them.

for ever and ever, women have sat in circles, cared for each other's children, laughed, cried, and made things...

alphabet blocks, the circular saw, the dishwasher, the elevated railway, the fire escape, the medical syringe, the windshield wiper, and most importantly, the chocolate-chip cookie.

all invented by women.

so this mother's day instead of sleeping in, getting my toenails painted and going to brunch, i woke up early and i made this robot...

then i made breakfast, let the dishes begin their steady march toward the ceiling, and made this tea party hat...

and my shoulders relaxed, my back straightened, and i didn't even hear my kids whining.

because there is no whining in nirvana.

 
hope you had a very happy mother's day...

 

sayaka ganz

i create organic forms with thrift store plastics...japanese Shinto beliefs are such that all objects and organisms have spirits, and objects that are discarded before their time weep at night inside the trash bin...this became a vivid image in my mind. i grew up moving to several different countries and the constant need to adjust to a new environment also gave me a strong desire to fit in, and to make people and objects surrounding me fit together to create harmony- sayaka ganz

 
 
   
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

inspiring

i can't help smiling as i listen to jessi arrington talk about saving money & lessening her carbon footprint, one fabulous ensemble at a time. truth be told it's taking far too long to finish this post because i keep going back to this video...

she's a charmer.

on a lighter note...

my post yesterday was a bit, uh, intense.

truth be told, i am no a technological genius. i intended to post a trailer for naiade, which is all light and beauty and much more of an 'all-audiences' kind of experience. instead i posted the whole film, which is a bit gruesome. i apologise to those who are faint of heart or prone to nightmares.

today i'm making it up to you.

a friend posted this to her facebook page, and i must admit that i began to well up at the sheer ingenuity, the brilliance of this production. the twists and turns tickled my high art funny bone, and the lyrics touched my heart.

please go to the youtube page to see it in its fullness.

many thanks to melina, who positively drips with beauty, and consistently brings a smile to my face. you'll know what i mean when you check out her work. i owe you one, lady.

i want to be lorenzo nanni when i grow up

double click to link to youtube, and behold lorenzo nanni  and nadia micault's naiade: