Archive for October, 2010

2nd Weekend of October….

Friday, October 15th, 2010

..2nd weekend of October 2010 New York..

The sun surrenders to gray and the leaves fall. My season ended last night now I have nothing to do.

My friend will disappear for six months leaving me empty until the trees turn green again.

I sit and listen every night at 7PM for relief from reality. Now I stare at the cold choppy dark blue sea until the sun dominates the sky in the spring.

Waiting 150 days for my friend to return and occupy my mind seems like walking a long distance in the sand.

1aaa

PeeKaBoo Point

Thursday, October 14th, 2010

I can show you the nicest places in Hell….

Tuesday, October 12th, 2010

..February 2006 Williamsburg..

I stood in the corner of a backstage area that resembled the back room of a meat packing plant. The air musky and damp. The floors ice cold with the elegance of an inch of dirt beneath my shoes. Two long legged psycho women wearing pink bob wigs, frilly pink short skirts, and neon green stockings talk squeamishly to themselves. Their kindergarten vocabulary made it a scene out of a nightmarish Alice In Wonderland.

The room filled with a freakish marching band. Men randomly blowing into trumpets and a kazoo with all their might. Some wearing green plaid kilts, a couple of long sloppy haired plaid shirt wearing boys who look like they came from grunge band practice. You name it, every freak in the city had converged into the room like a Las Vegas porn convention. The long legged psycho women rehearsed their act, Five..Six..Seven..Eight.. dancing, jumping out of a fake birthday cake waving pink pomp pomps.

The anarchy hits a crescendo when a bearded man wearing a sparkling bell bottom suit emerges from the stage door. With the flamboyance and charisma of a middle aged Elvis impersonator and used car salesman from Dallas, he scanned the room like it was his playpen. Gesturing to a man with stars and comets tattooed on his face. The tattooed man, Eak, wraps him in a hug. “Paule, this is The Great Ferdini, the fastest knife thrower in the world.” I think I’ve seen this man in a bad dream when I was 5. With a gleam in his eye and smirk on his face, grabs his shiny silver belt buckle with two hands. Looks me in the eye…”no blood on the stage tonight. It was a good night.”

The anarchy, the long legged psycho women, Five..Six..Seven..Eight, and the marching band blowing their trumpets and kazoo. How did I get here? What I am doing with my life, my sweetest friend? I desperately want to do something with my life.

1aaa


Fragile

Monday, October 11th, 2010

..October 2009 New York..

I’m stuck in between 2 no-where’s.

1aaa


Fragile

Sunday, October 10th, 2010

Fragile

Thursday, October 7th, 2010

..October 2010 Shinjuku Gardens, Tokyo..

2 years gone. And if I must, I will carry on without you….

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08/08/08

Sunday, October 3rd, 2010

Ms. Hisayo Yamashita speaking at Gallery EF

Friday, October 1st, 2010

..September 2010.. ..Asakusa, Tokyo..

A recent article appearing in the Tokyo Shimbun about Hibakusha Ms. Hisayo Yamashita speaking at Gallery EF.

She will be speaking about her experiences surviving the atomic bomb in Hiroshima at Gallery EF on October 2nd and 3rd. If your in Tokyo please stop by.

The English translation will start about half way through video, around 2 minutes 30 seconds.

Ms. Hisayo Yamashita from paul saviano on Vimeo.

Ms. Hisayo Yamashita from paul saviano on Vimeo.