The sun rubs its sleepy eyes and begins its descent as a palette of oranges, pinks and yellows replace the once bright blue sky. Clouds tumble in chilly gusts, tethered only by the illusion that all clouds are alike. Smooth gradients fill the sky like a soothing color pencil illustration. The sun grins with a wink in its eye before submerging below the glowing horizon.
A Carlsbad sunset is more than just the sun’s exit. It’s more than an explosion of color and more than a chance at a green flash. It’s a child’s scamper in the cool ripples of a low tide. It’s a meander with your shoes in hand and the surprise of a favorite shell. It’s a jog along the seawall and a stretch in the grass. It’s a yank at an empty hook and a sigh during a long lull. It’s the embrace of a loved one and the realization of how lucky you truly are…
When the sun dips, what do you see?How do you Feel?
A middle aged man lays on a soft couch and leans his head on the overly cushioned armrest. His feet extend outward as he breathes deeply, followed by a sheepish exhale. His eyes are deep and his skin runs ruts like a muddy trail. His hair is gray beyond his years and his hands shake upon his chest. He mumbles incoherently, yet composes himself in a decent manner. A fly buzzes near his nose, but incites no reaction. The man breathes again. His brow dips and an earnest manner masks his face. He nods to a bearded man sitting in a nearby chair and closes his eyes.
Free Association, first developed by Freud, invites patients to open their minds in an overflowing explosion of ideas and thoughts. In a non judgmental atmosphere, the patient’s mind is enticed to string together thoughts once forgotten or inhibited. The beginning is a single question which leads down an undetermined path. Questions keep the flow going and inner dwellings of creativity can be probed. This method attempts to break the barrier between the willingness to learn about oneself and the fear of change and self exposure.
This journey of mental discovery can also be used to tap creativity. Ideas for future projects can be extracted like a shiny stone. Unearth your ideas through a mental discovery. Probe your mind’s pockets and watch your projects overflow with creativity!
How do you develop new ideas? What are your brainstorming techniques?
Do you have a sketchbook full of ideas? Do you constantly look for large canvases? Do you want your work seen by all whom wander our Carlsbad village?
This is your opportunity!
Vacant storefront windows in the village are currently being considered as canvases for creative and willing artists. Along with your design, you will be encouraged to include any contact info to promote yourself.
DEADLINE:
Send sketches to theartist@carlsbadcrawl.com by Tuesday March 31st for consideration!
Help turn our village into a Phantom Gallery… (sound familiar?)
6th street, located just off Market, crawls with meandering hobos and sleazy drug dealers. Energy buzzes like a misguided bee hive. Skirmishes outbreak like an inner city epidemic and the corner thrives with business. An old building, slightly dilapidated and surrounded by stagnant puddles, stands firm along a moist alley. A series of colorful rectangle boxes point skyward as a clump of dark clouds tumble. Graffiti swirls along the side entrance and down the alley as the unmarked building begins to bounce. Without an address or sign, we are only lured by thumping beats and a large poster which reads, ArtNowSF presents Veni Vidi Vici: Art Show, Music, Fashion.
After checking the list, a thick security guard with yellow eyes draws back a curtain and grants us entrance to a brightly lit room. High heels scamper across the wood floor as mini skirts and slacks play tag. A long bar animates with thirsty taps and a lonely woman makes a friend. Art stares off the surrounding walls as chats devolve to belches and hiccups. Photo realism winks and photo collages on glass sits snug within old window frames. Expressive brushstrokes radiate color and gangsta grills shine under resin. Cute characters giggle on wood and large gestural figures loom high above the bar. Typography embraces graffiti and drip art towers.
A long runway awakes to the stomp of spoken word, a series of local underground rappers and product pushing models. Energy engulfs the room as all attention focuses on the long raised strip that runs the middle of the room. The art, bright and scattered to the high ceilings, becomes a backdrop for the rapid fire photos of each model. Flashes explode as Hellagant fashion pushes curves and draws eyes. With each design and performer, a real sense of urban life in the city becomes apparent.
With the conclusion of the fashion show and a wall trembling applause, the focus again shifts. The lights dim to a hazy dull as ghostly images sway in the distance. Beats bounce off the dark walls as record yielding madmen mix beats and scratch vinyl. The art on exhibit is now on the dance floor. Coordination pounds the wood floor and style bounces on the chest of each move. Circles form like a school dance scene in a cheesy movie. Sexual tension grows wild. Wordless small talked ignites an onslaught of grinds and gallops. Hours flip in the breezeless warm air and the sun’s alarm buzzes.
Culture at its best converged in all aspects at Club 6. A true multimedia performance, fueled by creative expression, emerged through traditional art, fashion, music, poetry, dance and a smorgasbord of eye tantalizing style. Culture reigned strong with this powerful exhibition of connected minds, all joined by the universal desire to share an idea.
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While most choose a vacation as a time to relax, our goal is to explore. We adventure into the thick of a location, probing the underbelly of our destination. Meanders carried us through explorations of moist alleys, the never dull Tenderloin and many other less traveled San Francisco paths.
Hobos growl and tourists toss wishes into the overly chlorinated fountain as the Floss Silk Trees (Ceiba Speciosa) loom. Their intimidating thorns poke like a stubborn nail and their thick trunks shine with a swampy green. High above the ground and tangled in the web of prickled branches hangs fairly large fruit pods similar to what a dinosaur egg might have looked like. Inside the pod’s hard shell is a mass of fibrous, fluffy matter reminiscent of cotton or silk. When the wind howls and the ground shakes, these pods fall to the ground resulting in an explosion of fluff, ultimately exposing a tangled seed. The wind howls again and blows the fluff and seed like a runaway tumble weed. This is how the Floss Silk Tree spreads its ideas…
Ideas grow like the pods hanging from the Floss Silk Tree. They develop through the seasons, growing stronger with each day. When ripe, they are dropped from your mind, exploding in a fluffy outburst of expression.
WHAT: Snyder Art and Juxtapoz Magazine issue release party at Club 6 WHEN: Saturday, March 14th at sundown WHERE:Club 6 in downtown San Francisco (MAP) WHY: because you love wandering
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