Art & Design
Where: In4mation located at 1154 Nu‘uanu Avenue
When: Friday, October 7 from 5 to 9 p.m. during Chinatown’s monthly First Friday event
Admission: Free, all ages
Free Limited Edition Prints Giveaways (stickers, postcards & posters). While Supplies Last.
Make a donation at the Opening Event and Enter for a Chance to Win Original Art by Cornelia Jolitz or One of Two $75 Marvel hardcover Comic packs ( "Thor, Goddess of Thunder"), sponsored by Other Realms.
Winners will be drawn at the end of the Opening show 10/7/16.
My husband and me started this informal, fun study in 2013 during our annual October horror movie marathon (we watch at least one scary movie every day, most of the time it is more like 3-4 a day, culminating in Halloween Fright Night), because we just simply wanted to know: Does the virgin really always survive? Do, on the other hand, the assholes, vixens and stoner always die? Does the Black guy really always go first?
So we started to put numbers to the movies as best as we could evaluate, based on only North American movies (we eliminated a few movies from our list later because on that criteria, to try to be as consistent as possible. But we might still have a couple of mistakes in the line-up, so if you see a mistake we don't mind at all if you point it out - it is an informal study, done with limited resources). We also still add to the numbers to increase the data pool and make the study as comprehensive as we can. So likely there will be an update every November, after yet another horror movie marathon. All the data, the info graphic and layout of the graphic is my own work.
The other day I took a trip to my old childhood home via Google maps and was drawn in to haunt my old stomping grounds all over town - looking up my old apartments, coaxing the addresses of good friends (who have not been living at these homes for ages) from my memory, doing a drive-by at my old high school, and checking on how much and how little things have changed.
Yes, there are new buildings and some different store fronts. And one thing that absolutely amazes me is the thick coverage of tall trees and vegetation that has taken hold all over; not to mention the realization of how narrow and tiny the streets are compared to my arrested recollection, frozen in the mind's eye of a much smaller person that I was then (both literally and figuratively speaking) - and in direct contrast to the vast expanses of my chosen home in the US.
The fields by the abandoned train tracks where my childhood friends and I got caught playing in the wheat fields, the crude cement creek bed where we made dams ( into which I slipped and fell butt first in midwinter one time and then had to slouch home in dripping jeans with skin stinging), the little terrain of rolling hills created of trash, overgrowth and left-over construction material where we climbed trees, played stunt-man and fell into the stinging nettles, the wild fruit trees and berry bushes (we surprised our moms one year with around 15 pounds or more in elderberries each - we ate elderberry jam for way over a year) - all this has long been gentrified into "proper" parks and apartment buildings. While all the progress is not unpleasant visually and functionally, it still makes me feel like 'Mr. Peabody's coal train has hauled it away'.
The slough of mixed feelings resulting from this virtual trip was quite surprising to me: It is a cocktail of nostalgia, alienation, regret and relief for having travelled so far from home, memories of long-burried memories, the realization that my "home" will and cannot ever be the same place that I remember, guilt for expecting it to just stay still and wait for my return, awkwardness at imagining myself in the cozy but restraining confines of old structures - but a terrible yearning for the cultural vibrancy of European city life and to reconnect with friends who have moved on to new adventures themselves. And I remember the intensity of smells of my first entirely autonomously bought and brewed cup of coffee, the whiff of my mothers pound cake with chocolate icing, the garishly bright orange of our bathroom tiles, the sight of my first bigger oil painting drying precariously balanced on my rocking chair…. the flood of images, aromas, and sensations keeps flooding in, bitter sweet, precious, violently personal.
At the same time I cannot help but chuckle since Google maps has, unintentionally, provided me with a hilarious glimpse of home: They caught my dad in the front yard washing his car, disheveled hair, old white tank top and all…. CJ
Now that radiation therapy is finally completed it has only taken a couple of days to be, again, entirely enveloped in the day-to-day hubbub of work, making time for drawing, rest and yes, more work! It is hard to believe how quickly the last 5 1/2 months have passed me by, and now looking back the flurry of doctor's appointments and treatments seem a bit of a blur. It had a definite changing influence on me and on my general outlook of my own lifespan and our fragile small cameo in space and time. Maybe this is one reason why I have the strong urge to go for walks in cemeteries recently, lately they seem rather peaceful in a rather monumental way. This might be a new branch for creative output, it will need to be explored.
In the meantime, there is still a lot of background work to be done with Mz Manhattan, my over-sized pen & ink project. It takes a lot of time to do the cell pattern with just a 0.5 ink pen - way longer than much of the details and main imagery composition. But maybe the time of development of cell structure background is meaningful in its own way.
I still cannot be certain what precisely prompted the development of the DCIS over time, but it appears as good a time as any to take inventory of any risk factors, re-evaluate my lifestyle and start a new routine.
Oddly enough, I had always considered myself a fairly healthy eater - never been much for sodas, candy, fast foods and such. Admittedly, my diet has changed a fair bit over the last decade, but a lot of factors play into making the daily choices: Not having time to properly prepare healthy meals, or just being too tired to assert creative effort towards variety after a long workday is something that many people struggle with, I believe. On top of that, many healthier fresh and/or raw food choices are still far more expensive than highly processed alternatives from various corporate brands (especially if you want to buy organic foods), a paradox that I still find hard to reconcile with logic. Clearly everyone has to find the best middle ground between good nutrition and finances, and this is by no way an easy issue to solve. Hopefully, we can start a little garden of our own some time soon. CJ
Week six of radiation treatment - the localized "booster" treatment has commenced. And about time, half of my chest is boiled lobster red with brown dot patterns of charred hair follicles. Colors of the summer: scarlet and chocolate, fashionable as ever.
Over the last five weeks I had assumed that the last week with the radiation (now received lying on the back) would be slightly less intimidating - after all you can finally see what the machine is doing when it makes all the noise, right? Wrong. It is a bit more disconcerting to see the big machine honing in and lining up right next to your body than actually not seeing or knowing at all! The biggest difference to the previous weeks being that the square glass of the radiation beam is now partially blocked by a custom-made lead block, with a irregularly shape hole stenciled in the center to match the post-surgery site and scar.
And apparently, we are not expecting any werewolves to enter the cancer center: the stencil outline mark on the skin is outlined with silver nitrate to make a temporary stain without the (up to now) omni-present round signature stickers everywhere. But according to the lab tech the staining solution can sometimes leave some scarring - so maybe there are some unsuspecting folks with recessive lycanthropic tendencies walking amongst us after all, eh? Interesting thought!
The over-sized drawing project hasn't progressed much over the week-end, as the general mental fatigue can be a bit overwhelming. But it's almost over, and once the damage has peeled away I intend on making a full-on energy come-back. CJ
Art in Hawaii
Living in Hawaii is an inspiring experience, both artistically and spiritually.