Events have an allure which public spaces lack. In both instances, you are a spectacle; yet there is a distinct difference in how people react to and approach you. Public spaces offer a nonchalant curiosity, but events open people up rather immediately. Everyone’s behavior is influenced by the fantastic, not-so-everyday surroundings and atmosphere.
There is an intricate dance I think most of us miss out on. That is the art of delayed gratification–or, in this specific case, letter writing and snail mail.
Yesterday, a wonderful present arrived for me. I wasn’t expecting it, and that certainly added to the initial gasp-shock-love-dream-daze sensation. It’s a sensation I usually associate with making intense eye-contact with a brave, vivid personality. In the haze of it all, my mind struggled to catch up and rearrange the circumstances.
Optimism has been a philosophy that keeps me going when logic just won’t cut it. For all of its pros, looking on the bright side certainly comes with a few cons. For instance, I have decided that I will actively strive not to delude myself with extreme idealism, as I am growing weary of crashing head-first into that solid shape we sometimes refer to as reality.
Artisanal LA is this weekend. Don’t ask me why, but I thought it’d be a swell idea to contribute 1,500 poems for the event gift bags. That’s right. 1,500 original poems. Via typewriter.
Last week, I got a chance to meet up with The Little Black Coffee Cup. We only knew each other through Twitter, thanks to our mutual philosophy–“substance over stuff,” as she aptly says. We connected over delicious gourmet coffee, then explored the artsy streets of Culver City.
While wandering in Oregon, the Newer York contacted me about appearing at their annual Literary Carnival. I got back home to Los Angeles just in time last Friday for the event.
The carnival itself is a theatrical book release for an experimental literary journal. The show was full of performance, readings, social experiments, short films, and curiously quirky delights for the senses.
I get a lot of gifts back from the people I gift poems to. Some are tangible, others are not. This one I kept on my wall for the longest time…finally I decided to photograph and share it with everyone else. One of my favorites. Thanks, Tammy!
Quick thank you to everyone who stopped by to say hello tonight! It’s always awesome making new friends and seeing old ones 🙂 And thanks as usual to the 11:11 art collective for throwing this all together. See you at the next art walk on June 21st! Continue reading Canoga Park Art Walk 2012