ON!C

Bullfight, Madrid, SP

2011-07-30T06:03:00.000-07:00

Its Camille's fault

2011-07-10T08:23:00.001-07:00

Hello e'rybody.

I know everyone is wondering what Camille has been up to latly... well...Camille has been in a deep deep slumber. I recently moved her to Brooklyn and shes still settling, not to mention all the adventures we went on last year- it really took the wind outta her.

I hope this year she will be a little more productive. She has been slacking off considerably since our return from Europe and i gather shes just beginning to get out of her slump.

Although our trip to europe exhausted our little friend she has promised me that shes full of new ideas for this year.

So keep a look out eh? we dont want to disappoint her... we all know how grumpy she can get ;)

with as much love as always,

Jules and C.

Etching

2010-03-23T15:38:00.000-07:00

2010-02-27T15:27:00.000-08:00

The Gang

2010-02-27T11:13:00.000-08:00

I have such great models///

2010-02-27T11:11:00.000-08:00

2010-02-27T10:54:00.000-08:00

Finally finished it.

2010-01-21T12:43:00.000-08:00

18 x 24 inches acrylic

2010-01-21T12:37:00.000-08:00

Weaving- paper - 24/ 36 inches (+/-)

2010-01-13T20:37:00.000-08:00

New Year New Camille

2010-01-09T14:48:00.001-08:00

GUYS!

Things are changing.

i feel it in the air.

Camille and i are gonna go around the world for a while soon.

it shall be glorious...

ill keep you posted with all the news i get, and we'll try to keep it daily.

mucho gusto

love

and amour

a demain

and c-dawg

Butterfly Necklaces!!

2009-12-16T11:33:00.000-08:00

Very exciting news ON!C lovers!!!

ON!C and JP have started a new project:

Butterfly lace necklaces!

For every girl who doesnt want a bowtie but wants something just as pretty around her neck

check it out.

JP butterfly necklaces

Talk to you soon,

Love always,

JP and Camille

Where is Camille?

2009-12-08T09:03:00.000-08:00

I couldnt be more stressed out right now gang.

There is a predator on the loose and there is no one who can stop him.
He is the king of all the chairs. All the evil chairs, stealing your belongings, eating your children and giving you the kind of back ache that no acupuncturist can suppress.

He has taken over your city.
He is eating you alive and there is no way to stop him.
Camille has been captured!
She has been kidnapped and is now a hostage of his evil ways!

to be continued....

You're a Lucky Fish...

2009-12-07T15:55:00.001-08:00

ink on paper 6" x 8"
The way I see it, there aren't that many fish in the sea,
in fact, there is only one.

Wah.

2009-12-01T22:39:00.000-08:00

My new heroine.

Jellyfish

2009-11-22T20:38:00.000-08:00

10"x14", oil on canvas

Beware of Chair (Series III, Painting I)

2009-11-22T20:37:00.001-08:00

10"x 15", guache and oil on canvas

Andrea (portrait)

2009-11-22T20:36:00.001-08:00

10" x 15" oil on canvas

Alone in a Big City (Series II) (Painting I)

2009-11-22T20:30:00.001-08:00

18 " x 24" guache and oil on canvas

THEATER!

2009-11-10T20:01:00.000-08:00

Click me for details!

Flower Power Series (painting I)

2009-11-10T09:01:00.001-08:00

28" x 36" oil and acrylic on raw canvas

A Mini Circus

2009-11-10T08:51:00.001-08:00

Hey!

2009-10-10T22:54:00.000-07:00

Chicken in Brooklyn

2009-10-10T22:48:00.000-07:00

TigerBike

2009-10-10T22:45:00.000-07:00

My Samurai Mural For MW

2009-10-10T22:42:00.000-07:00

oh yes.

2009-10-10T22:40:00.000-07:00

Crafty

2009-10-10T22:33:00.001-07:00

Apple Picking = Apple Pie

2009-10-10T22:22:00.000-07:00

Mailboxes are sweet.

2009-10-10T22:13:00.000-07:00

This old friend

2009-07-29T23:11:00.000-07:00

The way Bird Houses should be

2009-07-29T23:10:00.001-07:00

black and white floors

2009-07-29T23:06:00.000-07:00

Venus?

2009-07-29T12:20:00.000-07:00

Bold statement of the week- my horoscope has been insanely accurate the past few days.

I know its a silly habit to check ones horoscope, but in all fairness it can be somewhat reassuring that someone decided to check the universes' relationship to humans.

I hear Venus is coming on strong this week. Good for her. Watch out ladies.
There's probably no better news for any Camille.
love-
jp

Camille is back

2009-07-25T10:31:00.001-07:00

here we go again...........

I find Hello Kitty in the most perfect places...

2009-07-22T20:58:00.000-07:00

Sometimes even Hello Kitty gets weird...

2009-07-22T20:56:00.000-07:00

A toast, or a light for Andrea Graugnard

2009-07-22T20:48:00.000-07:00

I'm not an angry type.

2009-07-17T01:32:00.001-07:00

I am concerned for the feminists of today.
The general message that women and men have worked towards in understanding equality hasnt been lost, nor forgotten but manipulated by current standards. Standards that have been created by all classes throughout history.
The people who have made it possible for men and women to work together, to get paid similar if not equal wages (in some fields), and who have made it possible for women today to acquire jobs that in other years they couldn’t have dreamed of.
All these accomplishments aren’t what I am going on about.

There is more.

I for one am not one of the women who have made it possible for women like myself to be viewed as equal. If anything I am the exception.
I continue to do all the things that women 200 years ago used to do.
Women are women and men are men. But that would be a terrifically boring topic.

Sure i have a somewhat educated rhetoric, well read, multilingual and a good conversationalist, am proficient in drawing, music, and can hold my own in the kitchen. Some men would congratulate me on being an old-fashioned, “good” woman.

The paradox however is evident! I am not a woman of the 1800s! I have learned from history; the thought that women are mere caretakers is an absolute unrealistic understanding of where women stand today. We are well read in the works of enormously celebrated feminist authors, and it is ignorant to believe that women today haven’t taken the pains and work of these previously successful women into, what we believe a common standard - often taken for granted to say the least.
It is naïve to truly believe that a woman of that time still exists today; it is to undermine the work of historical women who have taken it upon themselves to be the exception to the role.

The rule.
In itself it is meant to be broken, and if a role has ever been anything but a rule posted strictly by the role women have chosen, than it is nothing but a misconception. Women today choose to ignore their obligation. Perhaps we have been given too much choice. Historically, (if given by choice or by nature), women have been the caretakers, not to say of course that men would be better at the “job” but merely to say that women don’t have to be. It is not an obligation, and today it is a choice.

I do not mean to sound "over western" in all this going on about feminist this and feminists that.
But it is my reality.

Again this paradox!
Diderot wrote of the paradox of the comedian; today perhaps we can adopt his phrasing- it is the Paradox of the role of Women. I am not the first to speak of the contrived understanding that women are faced with the difficult task of choosing their passion over their family or vice versa. I’m not saying either that it is an easy decision to make; rather, I am exploiting the idea that there are men who desire a woman with ridiculous historically forced priorities that for some women are by no means natural. To the point, of course, that a woman is faced with enormous guilt and even scrutinized at the mention of not wanting children, a family, a "good" man, etc. etc. etc.

What a disillusionment to say that women are either here or there. That they are either whores or mothers! But we are still considered in such terms! What a ridiculous man he is to believe that these are our only two options when man has proven himself capable of both for centuries!

What woman is not tired of such comparisons? We must abolish these misconceptions! She is not a whore! But perhaps she is not a mother either! All women are caretakers in the same respect that all men are hard working! What about those lazy bastards?! Who choose not to work, who choose to take the money from his wife?

Today, the term is still used “ Equality of man”. Just yesterday a guy came over to me and asked "would you like to petition for the gay marriage movement? We are working towards a higher equality of man".

Please and no thank you, at least not on those terms.

How can a woman begin to respect a man when men don’t respect each other?

It is not to say that it is the end. Hell no. We are just beginning. There are no longer books for men, nor are there books strictly for women. There are merely the well and the poorly read. Women read books “for” men, when will men begin to read books “for” women? We read it all don’t we ladies? Much of our pre 1800s literature was written by men, or at least published by them, were they not? Surely Mary Shelley was not the first woman to write a novel that would interest all sexes.

I will not accept that a mans horizon ends so prematurely.

Hear ye! Hear ye! NEW EVENT!!!!!!!!!!!

2009-05-19T13:02:00.000-07:00

STAMPS ARE FUN!!!

2009-05-19T12:56:00.000-07:00

I went stamp crazy today!
I made one for PandaRunner and of course, i had to give Camille the same attention!!!

Tumble dry

2009-05-06T12:10:00.000-07:00

There is the tumbleweed
which gathers at its seams
the dust and particles from the wind
and from the path it sees.
It roasts beneath the sun
and crumbles from the rain
and as it passes floaters by
it finds the richest seas.
The deserts waves and dunes
that fold into themselves
capture the weeds in its billowy comforter.
It skips and pops and rolls
down the unpaved roads of sand
and the forgotten caress of winds
which long since have passed.
Cry out to me oh tumbleweed
dont leave me out and dry
like your skeletal frame!
id love to wrap you in my arms and sooth your coarse sad bristles.
the weeds once soft fresh from the ground
have they frightened you so?
how the warmth caused you to grow
such salt.

2009-05-06T11:58:00.000-07:00

An unanswered truth
lies behind the ears
and lingers with fear.

Forget me! she shouts
as she runs to the darkest corner of her cove.
She dives in and glides behind a veil of naive sensitivity.
The same as that of an innocent child.

she does not know what it is she has done
when love was most fervent and
as herbaceous as fresh mint.

a jungle

2009-05-06T11:55:00.000-07:00

Lunacy and fear exploding with laughter from a deep and forbidden affaire of love.

i think that makes sense.
if it doesnt let me know.

xoxox
Abi , Magician of camille-like 'ships.

a reminder

2009-05-06T11:54:00.001-07:00

Ciranda cirandinha
Vamos todos cirandar
Vamos dar a meia volta
Volta e meia vamos dar
O anel que tu me deste
Era vidro e se quebrou
O amor que tu me tinhas
Era pouco e se acabou

also note- heart of glass, blondie.

A long and old story of love

2009-04-30T00:08:00.000-07:00

Se Esta Rua

Se esta rua
se esta rua fosse minha
eu mandava
eu mandava ladrihlar.
Com pedrinhas
com pedrinhas de brilhantes
para o meu
para o meu amor passar.

Nesta rua
nesta rua tem um bosque
que se chama
que se chama solidao.
Dentro dele
dentro dele mora um anjo
que roubou
que roubou meu coracao.

Se eu roubei
se eu roubei teu coracao
tu roubaste
tu roubasteo meu tambem
Se eu roubei
se eu roubei teu coracao
foi porque
foi porque te quero bem.

Gureje Boutique....and Doll Neighborhood show!!!

2009-04-06T22:29:00.000-07:00

Doll Neighborhood was a Collective of artists who for whatever reason got together once every few weeks and made dolls.We exhibited our work at the Gureje Gallery in Brooklyn.
Each week we would sit together, eat, sew, and talk about our dolls. It sounds crazy. It was awesome. If i could go back and do this everyday, i would.
Thank you Gureje, and Doll Neighborhood!!!!!!!!!

Meet my neighbor- his name is Mous(tach)e.

2009-03-29T21:17:00.000-07:00

2009-03-26T22:55:00.000-07:00

A balloon ride

2009-03-24T23:21:00.000-07:00

Hello? Are you there?

2009-03-24T23:20:00.001-07:00

noise

2009-03-24T22:30:00.000-07:00

There is silence. In the meantime, however, there is mostly noise.
Comfortable noise, loud noise, quiet noise, the noise that's in your head reminding you to finish what you started, your neighbors making noise, your friends making noise that you participate in, noise on the street, noise in your dreams, and the noise that you hear when your reading a book, the noise inside the book, the noise you aren't hearing at the moment but know what it sounds like. Noise, like silence is a very complicated and simple thing. It is forever contradicting itself. Its there when you dont want it to be and when you want it its not.

There's something about noise that's just as wonderful as silence. The noises your lover makes when sleeping, the noises you hear in the park of children laughing, the soft hum of a favorite song or the low notes of a deep ocean. There is sound. and there is silence. and they need each other to survive.

The language of a stranger, the language of a foreigner, the language of a friend, or the language of a lover, all take time to understand. There is an undeniable comfort in hearing someone speak a language you understand. To relate to things using the same vocabulary you would yourself. Of course i dont mean language in its generic use, but language in its purest form. One definition says that language is the "communication of meaning in any way". i like that.

Misunderstandings are never to be dismissed. If we were to ignored them, we would never be able to understand anything. Misunderstandings are just as important if not moreso.

But all this, this is all noise. This is all a simple matter of sounds and science. Its mathematical. It is understood that its existence has an equation.

But its just noise. The comings and goings of waves and intangible matter at a particular distance from our ears.

and then there is silence. There is nothing. Can we mathematically find that silence is there, apart from the lack of noise? In that lies its beauty. The beauty of noise and the beauty of silence and that they will never touch. They will be one for all of infinity by our standards, our meticulous calculations...and yet....

In our presence, noise and silence meet at the very final moment between when one begins and the other stops. We know that there is noise when there is silence, but we are too weak to hear them at the same time. we can see a silent couple holding hands, but perhaps we are with a group of 30 people at the time, all of whom are making a tremendous amount of noise! How can we know for sure that that couple is so silent, perhaps he is whispering that he loves her, or that she is sweetly whispering that she too loves him.

Maybe there is a place, where silence and noise can coexist. Maybe it is a beautiful place. But id rather not live in such a place, i dont believe there would be many misunderstandings in a place like that.

i hope you know what i mean.

love,
JP and Camille

pink clouds can be held up on their own, but lonely caterpillars arent as brave.

2009-03-20T12:05:00.000-07:00

The beginning of a series of love songs

2009-03-19T23:13:00.000-07:00

Dont forget the empty spaces

2009-02-25T12:10:00.000-08:00

Sometimes there is a silence.

2009-02-15T21:39:00.000-08:00

There are couples in bad restaurants, at the beginning of a movie when the previews have but just started, in a tiny coffee shop. In hundreds of places and some of these couples talk to one another as if they have hundreds of things to say, to tell, to retell, to repeat, to announce, to question. They propose all this information voluntarily, and hope that the other person can relate, or argue or understand. They talk as if there weren't enough time in the day or even in life to say all the things they need to say.

but then there are couples. The ones who have been married for years, who appear to have used up all their words, or have lost all their words. those who look so bored, those who don't look at one another.
There are the friendly lovers who caress each other and laugh at every word and appear to be immensely jolly and fulfilled.
There are the serious lovers who talk about all those things the man of consequence worries himself over.
Although all these instances come up in any said relationship, none of them are specific to any kind of love. But there is one, filled with little complications, that is so subtle that it is deserving of a certain recognition in a certain tiny world, called Camilleville.

There is the couple. The one that you notice right away. The one you cant pinpoint at the instant you see them. Are they in love? are they terribly bored? are they wonderfully happy? You cant know! And it drives you mad. So you stare at them.

They pass each other the hot sauce as if he who picked it up first, was only lifting it to pass it to the other- because he knows she needs it very badly. Then you notice they are blushing, and it is because they grazed fingertips ever so gently, but you do not know this. So you smile because you now doubt that they know each other very well, you smile because you think you've captured a moment of new romance.

You look at them moments later and they are laughing at each others jokes, but you know they didnt say a word because you are sitting right beside them. and now you are lost. It wasnt a laughter of awkwardness, it was something that can only grow from something small, like the pleasant realization of a mutual sense of humor.

Chopsticks in one hand and shyly holding each others fingertips under the table and laughing then beaming at one another then nothing. and suddenly, as though they just remembered they were in a restaurant, they resume eating.

There are couples like this who with a glance, nod in tiny agreement. It may not have even been a nod but such tiny gestures don't have words. Words are too long and complicated and mean too many different things when paired together. But it is a physical appreciation for knowing something that wasn't said, nor will be said, that matters a great deal.

They have full conversations in silence. they have amorous exchanges about travel and lovemaking, about needs and wants, about bad days and how better days are on the way.

Then something needs to be said and they say that something. But even as they speak they know that these silent intervals are more carefully chosen than even the most special choice in words.

They leave. And you will never see them again. Sometimes you'll feel sorry, and sometimes you get annoyed at yourself for seeing something you don't understand and maybe its complicated and you wish they'd just come out with it! And sometimes they do and in that case they lose it. They lose the quiet gestures and the hand flutters and the butterflies and the way they look when they look at you and the purity of the silence. so you keep the silence. because its more precise and more gentle than any flirtation.
Most times all you have to do is run very very silently and grasp that person and shake them and say nothing and then just hold them and they will know. You should try this in a library, or in a very old museum. These are good places to practice because when you cant create the silence on your own, its helpful to allow someone to create it for you.

With love and a short hum,
JP and Camille

ONC Mag. Update!

2009-02-15T21:29:00.000-08:00

Hello Hello 'Ello!!

So here are the updated submission dates for ONC Mag: I.N. - International Newsletter for Artists and their like.

Submission due date for Art and Writing is March 6th!!!!!!!!

The first issue will be out on April 6th so get your stuff in QUICK!
Release party will be announced shortly.

For submissions or more info contact ohnocamille@gmail.com

ONC Presents...

2008-10-21T08:35:00.001-07:00

For those of you who know ONC this wont come as a surprise.
OhNo Camille was founded about 4 years ago. At the time it was an outlet for me to explore my own work-
but this isnt about me...

ONC is starting a magazine. Yes i know, it is very exciting!!!!!!!! Seeing as what Camille does best is bring people together, she decided to do just that.

The first Issue of ONC Magazine is due February 1st and in celebration of such news we are also planning a kickoff show for the 1st week of February. The show will include a number of artists exposing their work as well as some live music and a short film or two. The venue and exact date will be announced shortly.

So if youre a poet, a playwrite, a painter, are into film, animation, photography or anything that can be even remotely considered a sensible artform, please email me some of your work by November 25th. If you know of anyone who may be interested, please feel free to fwd them this email and encourage your friends and fellow artists to participate!

The magazine nor the show will expose local artists exlusively. This is a show based on the idea that it is hard to get exposure regardless of where you live. So if you have a friend in Berlin, Paris, Shanghai, San Francisco, Sao Paulo, Sydney, or anywhere else, let them know and we will try our hardest to recognize as many artists as we can!

The kick off show will explore only some of the work published in the first issue but it certainly will not be the only event ONC will host.
With much love and enthusiasm as always-

JP and Camille
ONC Magazine
ohnocamille@gmail.com

As far as I'm Concerned...

2008-10-01T00:38:00.000-07:00

There are some things , as I've stated previously, that we should just buy. But then with the market crashing and the lack of jobs available in the States and elsewhere, i find that that statement no longer holds true. If you want it you gotta get it yourself, and if you want it and its expensive or seems like a waste of money, make it yourself.

If the Market blows up big time, and the world crumbles as we are all nervously expecting, you are all going to come running to people like me wondering if i could spend a few hours making this or that. Craft, my good friends, is a simple word for genius. If you are able, make it yourself.

Although material still costs money, i am thankful to people who still choose to go out for dinner or spend a drunken night at the bar for because of them most of us can still spend those late hours busing tables, or taking down orders- its not a lot of money, but for most in the field, it pays the rent.

I have made it my duty as your citizen to work on the little luxuries we will crave regardless of the banks, the stock market, and on smaller terms our declining bank accounts- regardless of all the cynics speculating why it is i spend so many hours working laboriously at my desk on things that would be much simpler, and true, sometimes even better, bought in a store. As my craft gets wiser, and my hands more skillful and quicker, you are all worrying about how you will manage to buy the toys your kids crave so desperately or the dress you wish you had to wear to your friends wedding. No matter what depression comes our way these things, luxuries, will remain precious and loved. Remember the 20's? ... think of us as 1928...

And if you simply do not have the time, insist that one of your single friends go to a tech school or pick up a few do-it-yourself handbooks at the library.

With much love and a slight "maybe i saw this coming?" grin-
Camille and JP

Previous Blog entry was referring to this-

2008-09-08T19:53:00.000-07:00

<---- Luci is so cute.

Who's posting these?!

2008-09-02T04:33:00.000-07:00

Well. I am in Lisbon Portugal and everywhere I look i see ONC stickers posted on the walls. My statement to my public and my fans is - Nice. see you in Paris!

i dont know whose getting their hands on such sweet material but whoever it may be, keep up the good work!

love as always- JP and Camille

2008-07-23T21:26:00.000-07:00

There are some things you should just buy

2008-07-18T11:25:00.000-07:00

I have had my mind set on making stickers for quite some time now. I haven't gotten around to it until today.

I finally got out today and bought some adhesive paper after a series of unfortunate attempts at making my own glue.
the first attempt, a crazy flour concoction that i thought i had remembered making when i was a child with my mom...i mixed all the ingredients perfectly and VOILA! playdough. Not exactly the same thing as glue, but definitely homemade.

Next was a recipe i found online. The recipe was for natural based glue. With all the Organic hype, me included, i thought it would be perfect for my products. Well, The glue works but its very cakey, and lumpy. Im sure i just had to work at it a little longer to make it smoother but no matter what i did it just didn't feel right. Not to mention that Glue isnt necessarily what i need. I needed adhesive that i could put on the back of paper or fabric so that my notebook process could be a little faster - a manufacturing investment.
Well, the Glue worked well enough, and i could certainly use it for other purposes, but for the purpose of stickers it was useless.

So when i stumbled upon the recipe for reusable adhesive made of gelatin, naturally, i flipped! It was awesome, I had everything i needed right here at home and it was the easiest recipe yet! One packet of gelatin, and half a cup of warm water. Well, i ran to the kitchen, mixed everything up and waited... not very long because it smelled horrible. So as i looked at the lumpy, yellowish/white stuff that was staring up at me from the bowl saying - "TRY ME!" , I did. I cut out a piece of paper, drew Shark on it, and applied, with a paintbrush as the recipe clearly states, on the back of the sticker. I then applied it to a notebook and waited for it to dry.

Again... FAILURE! it was a depressing morning indeed. The online post of this recipe was so clear and guaranteed success for all the kids that my disappointment was deep. I thought i had failed in a great way, so i tried the recipe again 4 times. each time adding a little more water, a little less gelatin... nothing worked.

The post ALSO promised that after applying the gelatin mixture and after waiting for it to dry, one can stack up all the stickers and save them, only to "lick" the back of your sticker to revitalize the stickiness when you are ready for more non stick and tasteless fun! ....

Well, nothing worked. My mess with the play-dough, although rather entertaining was a silly mistake, the massive amount of homemade nontoxic glue will certainly be used eventually, and the gelatin + water = reusable adhesive is quite simply a ridiculous lie.

Either that, or theres something this particular blogger is leaving out....

<3 JP

Shark Tag

2008-06-13T06:34:00.001-07:00

One on each T. <3

Camille T.

2008-06-13T06:24:00.001-07:00

Im sorry it took this long...

2008-06-12T21:32:00.000-07:00

Hi everyone!!!
Its been a while since I last posted. Today Caterpillar has joined the family. Its strange, he's one of my oldest friends and it took me almost 2 years to make him. for the record, he's about a foot and a few inches long and about 3 inches tall. Slightly bigger than an average caterpillar, but come on, we all know he isnt your average lovebug.
cheers as always
JP and Camille

NEWS!

2008-04-22T07:34:00.001-07:00

hey all!!!!

so i finally set up a paypal account, as well as an etsy shop!!!!!

so you can check us out at
ohnocamille.etsy.com

all current products will be up by the end of the week!!!

take care of those hearts!
<3<3
jp + Camille

Piranha Sweatshirt - Work in progress....

2008-03-28T09:20:00.001-07:00

BluE BiRd and PiNk BirD

2008-03-23T12:18:00.001-07:00

Unlike Camille who was forced to keep her heart on a string for lack of a better place to put it, Luci-Ami keeps Pink Bird very close because she is afraid he will leave her. Her heart is tucked very warmly inside therefore she doesn't have to worry about it, but she worries very deeply about Pink Bird.

Blue Bird's story has been told before but to summarize, he is a deliverer of love notes. Sometimes these notes are very pleasant, other times not. Apart from his job, he is very free.

B

LUcI and PiNk BiRd

2008-03-23T12:09:00.001-07:00

GREAT NEWS!!!!

2008-03-12T21:46:00.000-07:00

Our somewhat under-worked, messy collaboration of lonely characters is ready to formally introduce a new friend. My heart aches with love for her, she is pretty, gentle and unimaginably lost. Her name is Luci-Ami. So far, I have used both names, many times and never together, but I have, today, decided it is the perfect name and goes very nicely with her adorable personality.
She comes from very far away, not even from this planet and although i stitched her, the actual stitching process happens at a strange and unworldy time between sleep and awake, where i am not exactly conscious of what i am doing and therefore can not be responsible for it. Luci-Ami told me, as soon as she arrived, that she does not know where she is or how she arrived on this planet and in my room and on my sewing machine, and that it would be a great wonder to her, and received with enormous appreciation, apart form her height, if i would declare any knowings of her appearance. well, it came as a great shock to her and to her bird, who is pink,
that i didn't know exactly where she came from but that i knew she came from many places. I also told her her name which she was very pleased with.
I have introduced Luci-Ami to her new family of another bird, a piranha and Camille, and she seems most pleased with everyone except the piranha. I certainly cant blame her as i loath it myself. Furthermore, i have left her. Yes ladies and gentlemen i have left her, my poor, darling Luci-Ami in the hands of two wonderful ladies in Brooklyn who have given me the kind gesture of including her in an exposition. Now, some may be shocked at my blatant, and sudden abandonment of my new friend, but please understand that it was a decision too difficult to disclose. Also, I am convinced she is safe and not in the least bit lonely. She is there with a group of 25 or so other creatures of the heart in a place called Gureje in Brooklyn. They are all together, sitting atop a very well lit (i hope) mantle. and most of them have been quite friendly and have gotten along, as far as i know, very beautifully. I am proud of my little Luci-Ami and her bravery in accepting to remain with the friends she has only just made. What may appear to have been an abandonment to those who dont understand that "dolls" do in fact have choices, was most certainly a democratic decision. On April 5th the doors of the Gallery will open and the "dolls" will all be celebrated and welcomed. As far as i know, Luci-Ami will not remain on this planet for long, but she will be around long enough to make plenty of friends and have an adventure or two, at least under my supervision, nothing less would be remotely tolerable.

Theres a reason love is blind.... Camille Story (take one)

2007-12-09T15:13:00.000-08:00

Camille had a tshirt once. She has always been fearful of what hearts can do so she put it on her sleeve so she could keep a close eye on it. Unfortunatly for her, she doesnt have eyes and after meeting the first boy who loved her and begged her for her heart, she gave it to him. They loved each other very much, so much that the butterflies that started out very small in their bellies when they met, grew bigger and slipped out when they spoke of love. Some time later Camille went to see him and saw him with another girl. She cried and cried until she drowned herself in her own ocean of tears. At that same moment her heart broke, and the first butterfly that was born out of their love lost its wings and fell. A boy came by on a boat, startled that there was a body of water he had never seen and suddenly saw she was in trouble. He faught off the piranhas and sharks that were attacking her and her already broken heart and brought both onto his boat. They became very good friends and had a lot of fun together. Until one day, this boy asked her for her heart and told her that he loved and understood her and that maybe she could love him too. Camille said she couldnt and gathered the pieces of her heart that she was able to salvage and ran away. When Camille left Boy, the butterfly became the broken hearted Caterpillar as it was given a new life once its heart saw that love could grow again. Most of the love that Caterpillar had when he was a beautiful butterfly was lost with his wings but the little bit that remained, remained ever so broken. So broken, that he can never stop crying. Camille knew deep down that she loved Boy but she was too afraid of love to stay with him. She was too afraid of feeling bad again, now that she had begun to feel ok. Camille had walked very far and returned to the place where she first began to cry. Many weepingwillows had grown there during the time she was gone and she sat under a very beautiful one. She began to cry becasue she missed her new friend and her tears fed the weeping willow until bird began to sing. He came down from the tree to sing to her, as he knew that sometimes singing can help ease a broken heart. Camille sent bird to Boy but he didnt know it was Camille who sent him. This same wellmeaning boy sent her three letters, bird delivered them. The first one said "Darling Camille, where are you? love, Boy and his Boat", the second one said, "Darling Camille, please find me because i cant find you. love, Boy and his Boat", the third one said "Darling Camille, i have to go away now. love, Boy and his Boat". Each letter contained so much love that the when Boy sealed the envelope, a small heart appeared on the paper. Camille knew he would have to go away eventually because she knows about love. Camille knows one tries so hard to wait but sometimes it hurts very much and one cannot bear such pain. Camille has felt pain before and she knew that the pain one feels when one loves someone who is far away, is much better than the pain one feels when one doesnt have them at all anymore. She waited for him. But he has not yet returned. Perhaps this is because he doesnt truly know how much she really cares for him.

The tricky thing about broken hearts

2007-10-10T13:04:00.000-07:00

I know that this blog was originally supposed to be a documentation of the travels camille and i were to share. I have already disspointed most by leaving her at home and im sure your dissapointment has not ended as i have yet to write of any heart break stories i have encountered. It is not out of want that i ignore the stories i have heard but more out of the respect for those who have had the need to share theirs with me. I say need because it has been just that. At each moment, drunken or sober that a new friend wishes to disclose such private information to me i shiver at what it is they are going to share. I have heard horrible stories that are often filled with unsettled sorrow and to share those stories with strangers would be a terrible mistake and careless attempt to prove that broken hearts are amongst us regularly whether we see them, choose to see them, or ignore the possibility that they are within us too.
I am cautious to say even that i made many broken hearted new friends. It doesnt give me pleasure to write about them and it certaintly does not make me feel more settled in my own broken heartedness. no matter how slim it may be in comparison to the stories i have heard.
Broke hearts are relative of course to each person. Some stories sound worse than other when retold but it is unfair to say that the hurt too is greater. Broken hearts are painful and they are all painful in relation to the person that has had the misfortune of being broken. It is a sad tale regardless of the manner in which it has been told.
I have been hesitant to tell any of my brokenheartedness and no one seems to mind. The thing about broken hearts is that often they are looking for someone they can share their sorrow and their feelings with. They need to know that there is someone opposite or beside them who is willing to listen to their brokenness. It is unkind to wait your turn to talk in such situations, as it is often but specifically in these. Broken hearts are wounded easily if that makes any sense. Once broken, stitching is the most difficult part and the broken need their time to hear themselves speak out loud their feelings so they can begin to find a way to stitch them themselves or to find a friend who is willing to help.
Camile tries to be that friend and more and more i see her here with me.
I have been forced to take her place and i try to use words i feel camille would approve of, but she is much better at it than i.
I have come across people from all over the world in need of sharing their story. Again i use the word need because more often than not they choose to share these stories at the most bizzarre times; i.e. late at night before faling asleep, amongst a large group of friends, or in the middle of a garden. It is never easy to choose the right time to tell such sorrowfull stories and i feel very much for all those who have chosed such inopportune moments to share but the truth is, there is never a good time to reveal such stories and as one is alwasy reluctant to do so it is better to just let it out.
So again, I am sorry that i have not had the heart to share the stories i have heard, but i fear it will not only impede the healing of the hearts i have heard but that it will break yours too.
Brokenheart is a terrible matter that must be taken seriously. It isnt always as many people stress the fact that we are all broken sometime in our lives, and unfortunatly often more than once, but it is a serious problem that truly must be listened to with care.
I have heard stories from boys and from girls, the ages too differ in average and i cannot emphasize enough how much these people needed to be heard. They are not selfish, egocentric, narccicistic but in need of a friend who will listen even if it is just for that moment. If you too have a tale to tell it sometimes does help to show that they are not alone but it isnt often necessary. When sharing your stories it will take away from the person trying to heal. They do not need to hear that they are not alone as it is told to them endlessly, in film, in literature so do not bore them even if you are bored by the repetition that may be in their tale. act as a friend would act.
At least that is what camille taught me to do.
I miss her horribly.
I hope i can make her proud and at least be a shoulder to those whose chests can no longer hold the pain that has set inside.

Camille au Naturel

2007-08-29T12:59:00.001-07:00

Bird and Caterpillar

2007-08-29T12:33:00.001-07:00

A classic variation of Camille at her best.

2007-08-29T12:32:00.001-07:00

Shark attacks dont end well (front & back)

2007-08-29T12:31:00.001-07:00

Camille's initiative for learning how to sew.

2007-08-29T12:30:00.001-07:00