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Ashley and I fit a 10X8 tent, a couple wooden tables, an easel and a plastic crate full of crafts into the Corolla most Saturday mornings.  After that we shove paintings and wood blocks into the crevices before jumping in the car and trying not spill the first mug of coffee or slam a canvas in the door.  We’re always the last to arrive at the downtown farmers market and find our spot easily because it is the one without a tent.

Levon and Knox

I park the car and go home to make more coffee, because that is no way to enjoy the first, then grab my guitar and an accordion in today’s case before making the second trip to the market, in which could no way be consolidated into the Corolla load of the first.  Knox Janowick joined me today and we did a repertoire consisting mainly of Josh Ritter and Tom Waits with he on the ukelele.

I borrowed the accordion yesterday and I regard it as an instrument of it’s own, but if you can get used to pumping air and not seeing your hands on the tiny sideways keyboard the black and whites can be considered the same.  In a moment of boldness I went into “Rocket Man” and later wished I hadn’t.  We made about $8.47 and a box of grapes.  Knox bought his kids ice cream with his cut

Jaden, hipster child. (no room for baby hipsters either)

and I may invest mine this week in white acrylic paint.  Gotta keep Ashley happy.

Ashley stayed posted at the tent and I brought her buttered bread samples.  The salsa guy across the way was pretty good but next year I think I’m going to go for him.  I make mine with squash and it’s harder to get it spicy. When faced with a guy trying to sell you a $5 mason jar of salsa AND a $5 CD what are you going to say?  If it were me I’d feel the need to take both as to not insult the other.

By the way, I finished an EP yesterday.  Kinda excited to feel finished with something.  Click “hear Levon” above and have a listen.

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[ from a. addair who is listening to Willie Nelson (The Very Best of Willie Nelson Disc 1) ]

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[ from addair who is listening to Beck (Odelay) ]

street art in San Cristobal

A few weeks ago, in San Cristobal de las Casas, we wondered into a shop filled with Zapatista artwork.  Levon found an embroidered square that he thought we needed.  I thought the work was beautiful but I confess that I cringed at the thought of actually purchasing it.  I couldn’t make out the entirety of the embroidered message and hadn’t a clue to the significance of the embroidered snails.  I’m all about art for art’s sake but I felt like a doughy devourer of “novel” indigenous struggle buying the thing.

We brought the tapestry to our bilingual friends to help us translate.  It reads, “El Caracol significa fortalecer la resistencia de los pueblos para la construccion de su auctonomia, es un intento del EZLN para mostrar nuestras palabras.  Espocible construr un mundo donde quepan muchos mundos.” Or, roughly translated (I have no bilingual friend to help me at the moment), “The snail symbolizes the strengthening of  the resistance of the people for the construction of one’s autonomy, it is an attempt of The Zapatista Army of National Liberation (EZLN) to construct a world where many worlds can fit.”

in San Cristobal

Over dinner, with the tapestry as our conversation starter, our more informed friends had a bit of an argument over the use of arms in the Zapatista movement.  Hastily, I put the embroidery away, admitting my ignorance and vowing to look into the matter before I hung the work.

The investigation has me reading The Fire and The Word, A History of the Zapatista Movement by Gloria Munoz Ramirez and feeling less silly about our purchase.  I’m still no expert and can’t pretend to grasp the entirety of the events leading up to and working in the movement but I feel welcomed by the movement to participate; to weave my story and culture into the struggle and celebration for justice and autonomy.

These are some of my favorite parts of the book:

“finding reflections of your own resistance, threads of connection with other struggles, and even a glimmer of hope”

“without belonging to the EZLN, share, live, and struggle with us for an idea: to build a world in which many worlds fit.  To have a birthday that celebrates many birthdays”

“with or without a law we’re going to build our government the way we wanted”

“doing practice first and then developing the theory”

“we are showing the country and the world that to be able to develop a better life, you can do it without the participation of bad government”

“we simply say that the people can plan and decide how their economy and their government should be”

“we create measures without permission from them”

“it takes awareness and courage”

“the people said no to violence and we listened”

“It doesn’t worry us that the government does not listen to the people.  It doesn’t worry us because we’ve seen the strength of the people”

de San Cristobal

“The beginning of the construction of a movement that would be characterized by knowing (and learning) how to listen, to have its say, to ask and to walk together”

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[ from addair who is listening to Crosby, Stills, Nash, & Young (Deja Vu) ]

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(from ashley)

 

levon modeling the potential for this frame.  "it could be yours for only $1"

levon modeling the potential for this frame. "it could be yours for only $1"

 

The yard sale is finally over.  I’ve just about had it with this little section in life.  Generally I’m pretty tolerant of disorder, but I need a break from it.  Though we did manage to have some fun while it lasted.

 

shopping at my own yardsale. "these deals are so good, i'm having second thoughts."

shopping at my own yardsale. "these deals are so good, i'm having second thoughts."

 

Too often, you have to leave a place to appreciate it and take the time to enjoy its features.  I’ve always admired Walnut Street in Knoxville for its plywood.  Local artists and witty poets fill the boards with their musings.  After three years of thinking about contributing I finally snatched a spot.

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Downtown was Dogwood festive so we got to see several friends.  Levon brought the hookah and patiently ate potato chips while I painted.

 

my contribution

my contribution

 

On another art note, check out kittykent’s etsy treasury http://www.etsy.com/treasury_list.php?room_id=54681.  She features a camping theme and my painting “greenview trailer park” made the cut.  The treasuries are wonderful ways to find artists, I especially enjoy the birdhouse trailer by luxeliving.

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(from ashley)

I’m in the early stages of considering a MFA program.  The idea really frightens me and a dull stomach pain accompanies the thought of the paperwork.  I wish we could take the bureacracy  out of education.  You want to learn?  Come on.  

You see, I’ve already completed one Masters degree, save one semester, and to start another in an unrelated field makes me totally barmy.  But what keeps me on the Princeton Review is the foolishness of it.  Getting this degree isn’t the most pragmatic path, but as an artist endeavoring toward excellence, this might be it.

 

some knoxville street art (and the way i feel - aaahhhhhhh)

some knoxville street art (and the way i feel - aaahhhhhhh)

 

Cinderella says not to tell of a wish that your heart makes, but I’m a proponent of visualization.  Maybe collective visualization is even better, so see it with me: a top ranked school, scholarships and grants covering all expenses, old loans forgiven, attending part-time , in a warm climate by some water. 

I’ll let you know if it takes.

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(from ashley)

New York has been totally overwhelming and I miss my dog.  I don’t want to shy away from adventure and I’m grateful to have this opportunity, but it has been difficult.  

The city is crowded, and expensive;  my skin is dry, the weather is gloomy, and I’m tired of my packed wardrobe; I feel ugly.

I know I’m whining.  

I think I’m just ready to have some brain space back.  To paint, read, and journal, to stop using my energy on finding a place to live and a way to eat.

That will come eventually and so I’m trying to enjoy my circumstances.  Being transient has allowed for plenty of walking and one of my favorite visual feasts has been the street art.    Here are a few of my favorites:

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We’re still looking for a Banksy.

 

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