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Snippet from The Photobook of California
For the longest I thought most of the people in Los Angeles were soulless beings just wondering about. That's cause I spent most my time on the westside. Closer to the ocean. People that would come in and remove those who once lived there, because they "loved" the vibe of the neighborhood. They wanted it for themselves but all they did was ruin it...
Venice. A place I Love. A place I will call it home even though it was temporary. I found Love from a beautiful Soul who is a hemisphere away. Fake love from these wack ass hippes buying into the new age bullshit. A sense of adventure when looking out over the ocean wondering "what are those niggas doing over there.” and what do i need to be on a boat in the middle of that.
I’ve also seen the cops harass people who don’t have shit. People that would give you looks like you don’t belong here when there is an ocean within view. I’ve seen a dude have guns pulled on him, stubbled across the aftermath of a knife attack. Just shit that sticks with you, and a simple walk to Whole Foods turned into the worst night of someone elses life and i just stood there like “how is this real?”
But, it's been changing in the short time i have been here, the soulless invade, buying up property, making it the same as every other place. The Hate is real… If you don’t look like them, talk like them or adapt… They want you gone. You Could have been their your whole life, but that doesn’t matter… You’re out! Cause you’re less than…
The Soulless seem to be more of Soul Eating Zombies...
"you don't want to be in Chucky Cheese when the lights go off" -Crockett
When I was Painting The Mural in Anaheim, this couple stopped and talked to me for awhile. The lady was from Russia(with love) her husband a Black dude from the states. She said “Do you want to know what we call white americans in Russia?” Of course I did. “We call the popcorn, they taste good, but have very little substance.” I laughed. I laughed really fucking hard! then said “Word” her husband chimed in and said “But now, the Popcorn comes in many different flavors.”
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Welcome Back....
Chandler Rambles about where he's been and what's going on...
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Family Dinner Exhibition and Potluck
From The Beginning, Hojas has been something different. For us, art is very important., but not as important as the people around the art. We are all about relationships. This small band of artists, supporters, and volunteers have forged an unlikely community in an unlikely place. We are more than an art space , Hojas is family. On Friday, November 9 from 7 to 9 p.m., we are celebrating our rag tag family in our own way, with a very special exhibition entitled “Family Dinners.” Join us as past artist, artist behind the scenes, volunteers, and supporters of Hojas all exhibit in one family show. Side by side artists will show with other creatives in an exhibition that isn’t connected by subject matter or artistic style, but by personal relationships. We invite you to come to celebrate family with us. everyone is always welcome at our table. We will even feed you refreshments! We hope to see you there!
List of Artist:
Gayle Curry Bee Doublehue Larry K Hill Reva Kashikar Katelynn Noel Knick William Walker Larson Aaron Morvan Joel Miller Marissa Raglin Nathan Raglin Cathy Vaughn Josh Vaughn Jarica Walsh Chandler Watson
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The Pancake & Booze Art Show
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As the nation's premier pop-up art show, The Pancakes & Booze Art Show featuring The Zombie Fashion Show provides art lovers an opportunity to explore more than 500 pieces of artwork created by some 150+ artists local to Los Angeles's unparalleled art scene. Alongside an immensely wide variety of pop art, fine art, and photography; show goers can sip on some of the dankest craft beer or signature cocktails while consuming free pancakes over and over again.
L.A.'s Premier Underground Art Show featuring: • 150+ Emerging Artists • Live Body Painting • 2 Stages with Live Music & DJs • Live Art • Free Pancake Bar • 8PM-2AM • 21+ ONLY $15 Line Jumper tickets (Online) $10 GA (Cash ONLY at the door)
https://www.eventbrite.com/e/the-los-angeles-pancakes-booze-art-show-tickets-47039200515
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What Now
So what happens when you go back? It' s a question i keep asking myself... Along with, Do i really want to go back or do i need to go back? and is it back. I could be going to Oklahoma and it'll be like oh... I don't know this place anymore. But is that the fear speaking, What is it i fear? At the moment life is... well it's life. I am slowly regaining the use of my right leg. But I feel i could be doing more. I always could be doing more... We all could. Parts of life i am not enjoying is the fact that Beck has been taking care of me during this surgery if you will... and i do not like that one fucking bit. I do not like relying on people. One reason why i do stand up... It is just me up there. just me! no band behind me to bail me out, no hype men, no beat to cover me up and to guide me to the line... Me and a group of people looking at me like... what you gonna do? I got off track... but it is a bigger lesson i suppose one stating "you can't do this alone" people will help you and you will help people along the way... but Alone is mostly how i like to get down.
I do not know why i enjoy solitude so much it makes things simple and difficult at the same time...
To Be Continued... What happens when i go back? Are friends still friends? Those who claimed to be friends, i know they are not. But... We'll see what happens i suppose.
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Conception Art Show
ART SHOW!!!!!!
Group art show come show some love look at all the artist! give me a hug or a fist bump... merp
https://www.conceptionarts.com/show/47484922682/Los%20Angeles
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When in Roam.
Some days just have a particular feel to them. Like you know some shit is going to happen, all days in turn are interesting but some are just like... Word... who knew that shit would happen, just by deviating from a plan just a bit... things become... Oddly Normal.
Tuesdays... Downtown Los Angeles I use to have a routine that would start at the Lextington for a "warm up" set... then to Grand Central Market to bullshit, get a Topo, coke or roam the streets with the Nikon, seeing what i see until i found myself at the next spot for some jokes. Every so often a comedian would join me, talking about shit that i would not have any interest in so i just listened them as they went on, not weighing in with any opinions, it was for them not for me. The Chapman Lofts was always a highlight, 8th and Broadway... Rooftop comedy over looking Downtown Los Angeles. It was dope a place to be free as fuck. I mean aren't all places... well they are, but they aren't...."limited freedom here" is what they should have hanging on the entrance. But This spot... for comedy in Los Angeles was one of Thee Spots yo... go say whatever the fuck you want and have your fun. The host which some people didn't enjoy would make nachos have the cheese out bring booze for the comics... they gave us a space to chill the fuck out and work the craft. Freedom in LA... After my set, i would occasionally take one, and one hit only from a blunt(sometimes two) then mouth "it's gonna be an interesting night... and i would just pick a direction and walk.
When Leaving the rooftop sanctuary one Tuesday. I walked in the general direction of my car. Walking down broadway and 5th near the Planet Fitness. I saw someone leaning on a cop car, definitely was not a cop, for cops don't wear short shorts, have face tats and carry bottles, might be cooler if they did. As i got closer i remember having a smile on my face cause her attitude clearly said "fuck it, and fuck society" she looked up at me and said "sorry, i just hate the police." My face probably said "i don't care" then my mouth followed, "i'm no cop, i don't give a fuck!" "Good" as she rubbed her ass on the crown vic. I was laughing then I said some shit i usually don't say... "can i get your picture" she said "yeah" pulled out a bottle of who knows what and posed on the cop car as she said "fuck the police." I laughed pretty fucking hard, as some would say it was a guffaw, as i froze the moment with a smile on my face. She sat there a bit, leaning as if there wasn't a care in the world. Like she had found her beach in that cement mess of a city with the stench of piss not even phasing her.
Before the encounter, i was to call it a night. Crawling into the back seat of my Ford Focus propping my feet over the driver seat and passing out. Not After that... i roamed the city for hours, there have been times I have seen the Sun come up, witnessing the cycle of the city, the people getting off work, the none stop rotation of buses, they come people file out and more pile on. The traffic filled with fucks honking for no reason at all... is if honky is going to change the fact you're in traffic, and you're not moving. as the sky darkens the people change along with the buzz, people are a little more relaxed, still bitchmade but relaxed as they go from bar to bar, stopping at the eateries with patios outside as if to taunt those living on the street. By this time the sky is now dark, anywhere else you would be able to see the Stars not here. The lights of downtown make it hard, not impossible, just hard. The ridiculous line that snakes out of the door of LA Cafe signals that it's closing time at the local watering hole, so for my street roaming ass i know it's about 2am give or take. Then the silence... the occasional person being haunted by demons would scream, a cough here and there but mostly silence. In Downtown Los Angeles, the only sound was my footsteps. The Stillness of these hours... the city sleeps and i, well i do whatever it is that i do. only for a few hours though, then the buzz starts to pick back up. The sky starts to get lighter. people walking like zombies past the lady sleeping on the ground as if she doesn't exist as the make a turn into the coffee shop to get their fix of "i gotta get through this fucking day." and i'm just there with my camera with a few bucks, feet telling me to chill the fuck out, wondering... where do i go next.
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"Woke"
Since leaving Oklahoma, I have found myself in these "opened minded" cities if you will. People tend to ask me "where are you from?" I share, and most of the reactions are the same, "oh, so you got out? or "oh no... must've been tough there." Of course this is coming from people that have never been there or they assume they know(which i find it comical when fucks speak on shit they know nothing about). They may be right about some aspects, others completely wrong. But when I found myself in these "woke cities" these liberal hubs... i found the people to be the exact same if not worse than those from the south or midwest. Never did i think i would be in San Francisco and feel the same type of "get out of here nigger!" that i felt well... everywhere. Shit makes no sense. People pretend to be open... but are they? Are you?
It use to bother me more when i got here(The West) cause i didn't expect it... for in the "red states" it is expected... but in Los Angeles, i mean i knew a little about this town but since i've been here crash course in "What are YOU doing here?" "Niggers don't kombucha... get out of our health food store that is in a part of town that some shady shit might have happened. Let's see the places i've been... Berkley can go fuck it's self, San Francisco even though i like it... still go fuck yourself... I mean Seattle i kinda figured what i was getting into... The Good Ol' Pacific northwest. The White Safe Haven... but still weird, It felt a lot like Get Out. For people to claim they are that open and free... well they are not! Only open to what they deem acceptable... which in most cases is white skin and people that abandoned their culture to behave like them. Shit is irritating... But as this very intelligent 15 year old girl says "Well, what you gonna do?" I'll talk about it... that's what i'm gonna do. How many times can one speak of this? The shit doesn't seem to be changing...
Am I to expect this in every city in America? I know the answer but damn... That's some shit. I remember having a conversation with these older dudes about travel and he asked "don't you find yourself losing your perspective the more you travel" and i didn't answer him right away. I sat there and thought on it. A lingering question... The answer being, No. For most places i travel in this country... these cities. I am not welcomed unless there is a buffer with me and by a buffer. A woman who of lighter skin town to vouch for me. Welcome to the 50s. The only people that seem to approach me with openness are those from other countries, or people who are living on the street. I almost prefer to talk to them for they have lived outside of what is deemed normal... some by choice others(most) not so much.
I can say what i have learned in this town... This City of Angels... Lost Souls... I learned this place it not my home. I knew that 6 weeks after being here. Now, i am to figure out if Oklahoma is my home... only time will tell.. I don't consider Venice LA... so... who knows... MERP
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