ViCCA SURVIVAL KIT #5
Seasoning your writings with a pinch of salt is just not enough. You should by all means inflate them with a useless yet charming choreography to give it an extra-kick.
The antidepressant-induced drama that remains after post-drama has taken place. Or when it is no longer fashionable to associate with a theoretical concept coined by Central-European theatre studies.
THE ARTIST IS SICK™
And this was the only thing he could think of for today's Memerable Dictionary. Please stay away from him, it's contagious. Thanks for your comprehension...
quem me conhece sabe que não toco instrumento musical algum — até a campainha desafina quando eu a aperto.
daí quando, no fim do ano, o pessoal me deu um salve de que iam tomar umas, bater um papo e fazer um som, pensei comigo: vou levar meu instrumento, a câmera.
chegando lá, umas doses de cachaça depois, sem querer querendo nasceu "Uma Noite no Sobradinho", websérie musical cujo teaser vocês podem conferir aqui neste video.
já os episódios podem ser conferidos no canal do NADA no YouTube (link na bio). cada traz uma canção autoral de um artistas local: @daelvasques, @barrocap, @fernando_vasques, Breda e @cafedocafe.
eu me diverti MUITO fazendo isso, espero que vocês sintam o mesmo assistindo!
“For fuck’s sake,” Frankie slammed an open palm against the horn to punctuate his curse, as he swerved to miss the car in front of him. He had been following the light blue Volkswagen Beetle for the past thirteen blocks, paying it little mind until the driver suddenly skidded to a slanted halt across the double yellow line separating the east side of Lombard from the west. Frankie’s passenger never budged, nor did his expression change. The small man stayed rooted and impassive, eyes pointing straight ahead while considering the unspoken invisible. At least he isn’t jawing on about germs and Renaissance painters, Frankie thought, and for that he was grateful. Better to hear the mellow wonder of Lou Reed over the ramblings of a certifiable madman. Better to chose zen over aggravation. Once Frankie cleared the stalled vehicle and hooked back onto the proper side of the road, he saw what the other driver was hoping to avoid. At the end of the block, just past the squat Lutheran church, was Columbia Park. The bulk of the trees within were burning. The inside of the park glowed orange, as the flames colored the fog like a bittersweet sunset. A fire engine and two police cars were double parked in the bike lane, by the middle entrance, sirens and lights were displayed in full pageantry. A trio of officers were chasing a young man up the sidewalk by the bus stop. His clothes, what little remained, were smoldering. His skin was blackened and peeling from the pink muscle beneath. Others ran in the opposite direction, stumbling due to the tremors that were now rocking Frankie's car. #uwl#urbanwildlife#ohsillyportland#streetart#guerrillaart
Translated from German as "total work of art", "ideal work of art", "universal artwork", "synthesis of the arts", "comprehensive artwork" or "all-embracing art form", is a work of art that makes (ab)use of all or many "art forms" or strives to do so. Canadian development corporation Westbank uses it as the founding idea behind the company's vision and philosophy for urban development.
Yarnbombing in a blizzard might not be the best idea I’ve ever had... We had a ton o’ snow today in MPLS and all that rain we got yesterday is now hidden ice under the snow (ask me how I know). I fell on my fanny twice and the traffic was just the worst. I finally gave up when my numb fingers began to actually hurt (frostbite warning). That being said, I did get two pieces up today so the day wasn’t a total loss. I’ve got many other knit & crochet shenanigans in my gear bag ready to be put up around the cities as soon as the temp is over 10 degrees and/or I’ve regained feeling in my fingers. 😝 Now I’m off to go put an icepack my lower back/bum. Who would’ve thought knitting would be such a full contact sport?
A few weeks ago my car was broken into. The person who entered without invitation got some valuables (namely some money, a lot of essential oils and my parking pass for work)...and this uninvited person also took my little box of #secretmessages . Stealing my art honestly pissed me off the most. “Why couldn’t they have at least left my scrappy art alone?!?” After having some time to cool off and make more messages for gas station strangers, I’ve decided to pray that those pieces of #guerrillaart would be an unexpected breath of fresh air in someone’s life. #ButCouldYouReturnMyOils ? #begentlewithyourself
Portmanteau word that combines art, activism and grants. When you can't decide wether you should win Turner or receive the Nobel Peace, you can have both: get a privately funded grant.
A flat country hidden under a shell of chemtrails and controlled by a race of underground lizard people. This fictitious nation was made up by the Japanese anime industry sponsored by Russians in 1917. Players can have access to it via Reddit, Tumblr or 4Chan. Wind machines available for free upon request.
NEW IS THE NEW NEW™
Made from previously unused or virgin material which has not been put into its intended use, or has not recorded any operating cycle or time. Having recently come into existence or use, or not seen or done before. Unused but (unlike novel) not necessarily strange, and (unlike original) not necessarily genuine.