Archive | July, 2010

Under the Bridge

31 Jul

Portland, OR

The City of Roses

Under the Bridge

Photography & Design Portfolio

30 Jul

Artist is as Artist Creates, and Creations reflect Artist Processes, the final Product crystallizing a moment of being.

Visit my Zenfolio website at http://izurow.zenfolio.com/

In the fashion of all matter, with time its state will change. In this case specifically, the limited time for a free account will expire in a matter of a week. Hopefully, one day, I will make enough money off my art to support the costs of sustaining a platform to showcase and sell my art. For the limited time being, please, enjoy the zen(folio).

Warmly,

BeMused

BeMused by Motion

30 Jul

What Keeps Me Up at Night

28 Jul

Featured Image: “Her Morning Truth” by BeMused by Design 2010©

Plinky Prompt of the day asks me: what keeps me up at night? What doesn’t–where to begin…

What keep me up at night?

Curiosity. Patience while allowing the unconscious to give insight while I’m unguarded on the unresolved and unbalanced gaps in my individuation and integrity of character.

A recent quandary: Who shrugged Atlas?

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Her Morning Elegance [Oren Lavie]

28 Jul

Two years ago,  a friend sat me down and played the Her Morning Elegance video by Oren Lavie, posted below. From time to time, this video calls to me; time and time again, I am freshly fascinated with the artistic uniqueness of the video: go to Her Morning Elegance online Gallery to view the video broken apart to its 2096 still frames at http://www.hmegallery.com

Moreover, every time I watch I am surprised with the familiarity of it all–because I do agree with my friend: there is something about this song and video that strangely and profoundly reminds me of myself.

Her Morning Elegance [Oren Lavie] Lyrics

Sun been down for days

A pretty flower in a vase

A slipper by the fireplace

A cello lying in its case

Soon she’s down the stairs

Her morning elegance she wears

The sound of water makes her dream

Awoken by a cloud of steam

She pours a daydream in a cup

A spoon of sugar sweetens up

And She fights for her life

As she puts on her coat

And she fights for her life on the train

She looks at the rain

As it pours

And she fights for her life

As she goes in a store

With a thought she has caught

By a thread

She pays for the bread

And She goes…

Nobody knows

Sun been down for days

A winter melody she plays

The thunder makes her contemplate

She hears a noise behind the gate

Perhaps a letter with a dove

Perhaps a stranger she could love

And She fights for her life

As she puts on her coat

And she fights for her life on the train

She looks at the rain

As it pours

And she fights for her life

As she goes in a store

With a thought she has caught

By a thread

She pays for the bread

And She goes…

Nobody knows

And She fights for her life

As she puts on her coat

And she fights for her life on the train

She looks at the rain

As it pours

And she fights for her life

Where people are pleasently strange

And counting the change

And She goes…

Nobody knows

Wait To You See Me Smile [Alicia Keys]

27 Jul

Listen to Track #05 from Alicia Keys’ 2009 album, The Element of Freedom. I give this advice as the song is repeating and purling up the tides of sleep.

Y La Bamba

26 Jul

About the up and coming band (a prediction and a self-fufilling prophecy by blogging this) Y La Bamba, as stated on their MySpace page:

Y LA BAMBA
Their spiritual and haunting sounds are composed of shadowy percussion with captivating backing vocals — quirky arrangements and dancing harmonies. Luzelena is inspired by the legends of poetic warriors and the intense memories of a childhood rich with aural & visual tapestries. Her songs conjure a lucid time travel — a guide to an ancient land of diamonds and rubies.
Read more: http://www.myspace.com/ylabamba#ixzz0uuQnRj7k

Apparent motion steers the wandering mind

26 Jul

Apparent motion steers the wandering mind.

Interfaith Report Blurbs

25 Jul

BeMused by Design Graphic Collection 2010©

We are all so interdependent today, we cannot escape the consequences of others actions. And interdependence is a law of nature, not of individuality.

We are all made of star dust. We are all fashioned from the same substance. We are not so separated or so individual as we once thought.

Thymus: The Brain’s Positive Alchemist

25 Jul

My grandmother forced a manicure upon my hands. I paint, and argued until the critical moment that my nails were bound to be painted over with acrylic colors before sunset. We compromised, and I had a pedicure instead. I feel uncomfortable having someone else do a task that I am capable of doing myself, sitting in a massage chairs at least two feet higher than the squatting pedicurist, and flipping though any title of vanity magazines while she cuts the cuticle off my toes. But I cannot say that I don’t enjoy the sensation of massage and foot bath. When the pedicurist was massaging my feet, there was one point that caught my attention when she applied pressure my entire body exhaled with relief and dopamine sensation of pleasure shot off releasing stress from behind my ears down unto the hinge of my jaws. When I returned home, I looked up a foot reflexology chart to see the correlate organ or body part to that particular shot on my foot. My discovery: the thymus. I then looked up the thymus, and it all makes sense. Moreover, a week ago I had a dream highly related to the thymus upon reflection, where I was two butterflies (the thymus’ shape). The link to the dream journal entry post is below, and a synopsis of the thymus is posted as well:

Dream Journal Free Write Post: Out of Eye, Two Butterflies

Thymus

  • SYSTEM: Lymphatic (Exocrine)
  • CATEGORY: Gland
  • NUMBER: Two lobes (see Thymus title page)
  • SHAPE: Butterfly shaped (see thymus title page) soft pinkish-grey
  • SIZE: The size decreases with age. The medium size is approx. 1 oz.
  • LOCATION: A child’s thymus is up higher and as they mature it settles approx. 1 1/2 inches below where the clavicle bones meet (at the base of the neck) and end in the center of the chest between the lungs.
  • FUNCTION: Maturing. Changes negative vibration of chemical. Produces thymosin (which stimulates the maturing of lymphocytes into T-Cells), Produces Thymopeitin.
  • IRIDOLOGY: Left eye at 3:10 to 3:25 touching the autonomic nerve wreath. However since the gland is located on both sides of the body, it seems that it should be registered in both eyes.(see page thymus -7).
  • REFLEXOLOGY: Both feet right above the arch (where bunions sometimes develop) (see page thymus-8)
  • HELPS TO IMPROVE FUNCTION: A positive outlook.
  • DETRIMENTAL TO ITS HEALTH: Life without love, too much restraint and negative thinking. The AIDS Virus progression is measured by T-Cell count.

Dream Journal [Free Write]

24 Jul

7:36 a.m.

Scratching the surface of sleep: with the crescent of a mind, and waxing subjectivity by the by the breath, sleep stage #1 ushers the unconscious into the scenery of my minds’ eye.

I absolves into a removed viewer, leagues under the sea. Deep water, like deep space, appears black. Black as the underbelly of a weathered hand coated in oil, where only the crease and motions of sweeping lines remain self-reflective. Under the sea, these lines were the echoing treads of small fish. The Fins waving like flags in the wind, sent ripples that danced in coordination. Half-aware, half analyzing possible meaning, my phantom dream right hand began to throb: a pulsating ache combined with a hollow whistling of my joints–the chilly sensation of cold, dry wind rustling through the emptiness of an abandoned attic. Until this point “I” had no “body”;”I” could not be located.

My grandmother was sleeping upstairs directly above me, and she thinks her hand is broken. She is not typically one to make a fuss or complain, so I know her right hand is in a lot of pain. In my dream, I saw the fish of my grandma and watched the echoing treads make their way and splash into me, and I felt another pang in my right hand. Dream empathy of the unconscious.

BeMused and Confused

23 Jul

Why did the Big Bang have such low entropy, and why will tomorrow have higher entropy than today, and yesterday lower? You can turn an egg into a omlett, but you can’t turn a omlett into an egg. A chicken lays the egg. If the universe is ever-expanding and entropy increasing, what cosmic chicken lay(s/ed…tense is strange considering the topic rides the arrow of time) the big bang egg of the universe in its most pure, neat and tidy, dense and hot, form?

*Featured image: a photo of the table I refurnished and am painting, in progress

BeMused Zenfolio

23 Jul

BeMused Slideshow on Zenfolio

Positive Spin on Negative

22 Jul

Learning the Hard Way. Knowing through deduction what you do not want for yourself, and eliminating the negatives until what is left is a positive notion of what is wanted for oneself.

Learning the hard way. Ground, step, up, step. One advantage to learning the hard way is that you have a solid foundation of experience to anwser all of the questions concerning what you want for yourself, including, why you want it.

Tonight my parents didn’t even try to get along to save face. They   undermine one another’s confidence and integrity and the methods were getting grittier and more devicive and, well, my brother and I opted to finish early, let them bicker, and wash dishes. vI am not sure what I want for myself, but here is another addition to the ‘do not want’ list: to let love sour into hate like spoiled milk. In general, I’d prefer to stroke the harp in the opposite direction, healing, alchemy, or just not letting the material turn over the sacred immutable.

Queerer Than We Can Suppose

22 Jul

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