This is a photo from a show called "Marxist Glue" at the Hold Up Gallery in Los Angeles. Marxist Glue, also known as wheatpaste is vegetable starch and water used as an adhesive, and in this context it is used by subculture activists to adhere their renegade messages onto buildings and telephone poles. I love it.
I have not posted here in a while. Struggling for what to say as I assimilate all that is Los Angeles into my system. What is the message? How to deliver it? Appalled by news as I get caught up from 10 years without TV. Appalled by images of lip surgery and burnt out celebrity DUI arrests and sex changes. How to rise up and tell a story of beauty and love and not have it drowned out before it even hits the air? I don't know. I only know it's important to keep telling it, keep telling it, keep rising up into it, even if in the process it becomes smoke and vapors, we become smoke and vapors.
Caroline Myss has a newish audio book out called Navigating Hope in which she talks about forming "crews" (as in crewing, the sport) to help get through intense times of change and help us in making soul choices. I'm into this. Good to form our own teams and build community around what's important to us. Feels too often like swimming against a raging current to get to what we truly desire, and to even discern what's important. Oh my gosh, what's important? I forgot because I was transfixed by the images of a celebrity having the size of her lips reduced! Anyway. Let's keep rowing. Hopefully not into a future of smoke and vapors but into something solid, something real, something true. Yes, please, let's.
