Showing posts with label performance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label performance. Show all posts

Friday, June 24, 2011

Stop motion devotion.

I was looking for something special for someone special (the kind of special thing you have to find online because it's the only way to send someone something special when that someone is 5979miles away). This is what I found and I liked it so much that not only do I wish to inspire my someone but I wish to do that for you, too.

Enjoy:

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Chalk Pipe


Robin Rhode. Thanks to Kat ten Velthuis for introducing me to this artist. Jack of all arts. The creation of his pieces is a performance that people can come and watch (call it 'performance art' if you will). The piece is then photographed and video'd and sold as artworks in a gallery at another point in time. I think that's pretty dope.

Check it out xxx

Monday, February 7, 2011

Imogen Heap.

A graphic depiction of 05.02.11...


Apple thieves waiting to be crushed by a plutocrat in a Hummer and then watch IMOGEN HEAP!

Paul Cluver Amphitheater. What a set.

Look who we spotted in the crowd...!

...and look who we spotted on stage...!?

Arb Single Guy

Finally, we're introduced to Imogen fucking Heap. Wow.

And then something not-so-wow.

And then a suspenseful wait before Heap's set starts, for real, sans Emma.

She comes on stage and explains which buttons mean what,
and which instruments were given to her by 'mum'.
She plays and she plays and she plays and we just watch. And watch. And watch.

"WE LOVE IMOGEN" - our sign (thanks, Catherine!) goes up on the branch of donations.

The mission for the front seats was so worth it.

Someone's boyfriend really wanted some sex.

And then Imogen dared us to sing her song.

More music. More awe.

"If I could do this part every morning, my life would be pretty sweet. Well, actually it's already pretty sweet,
but it would be even more amazing if I could do this every morning."

Curtain call with the awesome drummer and cellist couple.

And, last but not least, Hide and Seek.

What an evening...