Well that last stream was kinda of a wreck.
Been some how overworking my video card. Also the sound was kinda every where.
The other artist was wonderful though.
Some time to revisit some core concepts…and trouble shoot the tech.
-josie
Tuedsay Night Stream: divinebrick artist /
Tuesday Night Stream will include multi-disciplined artist, divinebrick.
divinebrick makes self iconoclast research, searching for the sacred primordial being.
They do not have direct experience with their Pipil heritage but proposes..."if a structure of a person could cause colonizers to remember a fear, a mistrust in that other, then that other must recall the memories of their own blood being brutally destroyed...possibly".
To divinebrick identity is fluid, art is an ancient craft that all beings engage in, autonomy is sacred, and play is one the most sacred action, letting us get close to phenomenon.
"Salt the Air" is a quarantine work in progress. Finalized to a certain point for Soundperdo.org on June 6th 2020.
divinebrick name is a place holder for an idea that the self is a divine phenomenon holding and care taking the grander whole. This brick is soil enclosed in a square shape. Decolonizing the self is remembering the soil the self is made of.
Tuesday Night Post: Now I am on Video /
Friends,
Stream on www.twich.tv/divinebrick
in these I set the mood for a folded bird to relive memory.
-josiej
Folded wings on ecstasy.
I don’t want to live on video.
Nothing changed for you and me.
You can’t see my breath on video.
Left behind i become undressed
Will you come visit me on video?
Will I happen to experience death?
I make my own fantasies on video.
Leaving chance for you to give
I was raised by video.
Tuesday Night Post: Seabirds are K-Selected /
Friends,
Today my hopes was to present a little sample of work process.
Theses words came from research and meditation, they will expand to create a world in which to move in. A colorful landscape about birth in numbers one at a time.
Sun kissing on my shoulders
Bright rounds rolling down the feathers
Jagged Cliff sides a nest for us
K selection our fruit of choice
A multiplication that benefits the youth
Why count the numbers as clouds become truth
Tuesday Night Post: Seagulls Have Eyes Too /
Friends,
Thank you for the ones that came out to the stream tonight. I usually post the words before the stream but I spent a lot of time trouble shooting the audio coming out from obs to twitch this session.
The stream like the Tuesday Post of the old (dbrp.blogspot.com) are open studio creative sessions. Most of the words posted in the past have been free flowed that day. The stream has a similar temperature. Open honest and lots of times surprising and new to me.
Today’s Tuesdays have a theme. Maybe it’s not so apparent… I am not sure it is necessary for this work.
The theme is based on reflections I am having, on the chronicles of a seagulf. Reflecting on memory of lands forgot because it does not exist…but longed for deep in the being.
These are my thoughts.
-josie j
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Travels slowed and expressions grew, limiting the hast.
I trace my place as the memory it gives.
A box filled with all I need a remembrance of grace.
Built with a shrill, a grey slender youth.
To remember the mobility of fresh.
They get upset when they eat the waste
that defiles them.
Policing our messes on the thickness of smog.
Freedom in the picking at our trash.
This is so often seen in piles, our sour flight becomes less
Screen Shot by Suzy Hernandez