I have no words – which happens, as you know, infrequently. It is so worth taking 40 minutes of your time to watch, listen and admire this remarkable film, remarkable woman and creative expression at its most powerful
Watch: Oscar Nominee ‘Heaven is a Traffic Jam on the 405’ Short Film
by Alex Billington
February 5, 2018
“One of the categories that gets very little attention at the Academy Awards is Best Documentary Short, usually featuring an impressive selection of international short films that are not always easy to watch. One of the films nominated as a Best Documentary Short from 2017 is one called Heaven is a Traffic Jam on the 405, directed by Frank Stiefel. If you live in Los Angeles, you know the 405 is one of the worst highways to drive and almost always has traffic. The film examines the life of LA-based artist Mindy Alper, who has struggled her entire life with mental disorders and depression, even though she produces remarkably deep, honest work. This short runs 40 minutes, but it’s worth a watch to get an inspiring look inside the mind of a tortured artist. You can find out more about Alper on the film’s official site after you’ve watched this. Enjoy.”
Thanks you Becky Grant for sending this to me.
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I am not a split personality I’m a “thrip”. There are three me’s.
Didn’t consciously intend this drawing to be a self-portrait but I believe that any form of creative expression, whether it be visual art, dance, music etc. is reflective of who we are.
My first thought is the middle head is being squished which is reflective of how exhausted I’ve been lately.
On second thought, I wonder if the little head is the glue holding together the other two???
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“Mbongeni Buthelezi collects plastic bags from the streets around his Johannesburg studio and melts them to create a unique kind of art – he calls it “plastic fantastic”.”
“It took me four years to paint like Raphael, but a lifetime to paint like a child.”
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One blank piece of paper
One black marking pen
Colored crayons: 2 pinks and 1 orange
Doodled with black marker while I watched TV
Colored in my doodle
Took a nap
Summer of Color – 2 pinks + 1 orange
A weird collage I did in my journal led me to the Pie Man.
judy’s journal collage
The pie man delivers
in the dark of night
To your brain he goes straight
when it’s quiet and late
not to give you a fright
He’s a curious sight
Wearing pie on his head,
very berry red
a flaky vest on his chest
he‘s a living taste test
His eyes are wacky
lips are smacky
from too much snacky
of tasty pie
a slightly weird guy
Pie Man, After his midnight snack
But you’ll think him quite swell
because he’ll never tell
how much you eat
in your dreamy treat
Strawberry, apple or cherry pie
give them all a try
Pecan if you like a crunchy start
Key lime or lemon for sweet ‘n tart
So when you go to bed
No need for dread
chocolate, banana, coconut cream
each taste a luscious dreamy dream
Eat all you crave in your reveries
Pie man guarantees
Scratch one more cure . . . for now.
I started an anti-viral medication that has been successful in treating some people with Chronic Fatigue. There is a long-held theory that virus are responsible for fibromyalgia/CFS and since I have tested positive for a viral-reactivation it seemed worth a prescription.
After taking the meds for over a month and coping with a bit of 24-hour nausea and headaches, last night I was wakened by really severe stomach pain which radiated to my back . The cure was worse than the malady.
Before the pain became full-blown I was playing around with some oil paint and roughed-in this face. Now looking at my preliminary sketch it’s a window into how I’ve been feeling. I think I’ll not “finish” the painting and leave it be . . . for now.
I stopped the medication this morning. Like my painting, I’m not going to try to “finish off” the virus either . . . for now.