In the midst of disruption, how do we come to know who we are? How do we create an identity for ourselves? With what groups do we identify? Are we defined by how we see ourselves or by the ways we are seen by others? These are the questions Zaire is asking us to consider through her recent 'art intervention,' "The Personal and Collective Experience of the Gaze."
I become increasingly convinced that life delivers answers as soon as I can formulate an intelligent question. In answer to: "what kind of dance/exercise can I do to foster perfect health in my body?", a woman sits down next to me at a social media workshop and invites me to a personal session of Gyrotonic®; a new, gentle and very beautiful method of exercising, in her studio; Ebb & Flow Studio in Newport.
The first thing I noticed were his hands....he has seriously lovely hands and I am mesmerized by them: their shape; strong, lean, long, long fingers, well-worn, a little craggy, very expressive...and then he begins to talk about music...
If you visit Jason in his lair you will witness a creative...paroxysm. Every window, every door, every surface, mirror, and item of furniture have been either fabricated or re-worked from their original state into something else; something very beautiful.
Welcome beautiful, beach babe, Lori Roark bringin' it to Find Your Cool from her sunny studio by the beach in Cardiff....by the Sea. Lori and her equally gorgeous and groovy sister Denise began curling, twisting and sculpting wire into artful jewelry in early 2004 in our hometown of Fallbrook, California....
Even then, what impressed me the most was her design sense. Each time I saw her, she was would be wearing something a little risqué; cut to within centimeters of exposing her curvaceous figure and she always looked fantastic. Being in the fashion business, I always asked her; “Where did you find that wonderful thing?’ And she would tell me in her off-hand way, how she had bought it that afternoon at this or that boutique and removed the sleeve to add a strap, or changed the neckline, cut the hem or added an embellishment… And it always worked. She was fabulous.
The unmistakeable, piercing roar of a jet engine, thundering toward us, flashing silver, along the runway, past us and then climbing almost vertically into a cloudless blue sky. I am jumping up and down, screaming: "That's my daddy! That's my daddy!"