My Confetti Brain Cells

2011-03-13T11:48:00.000-07:00

2011-03-13T11:44:00.000-07:00

2010-12-28T22:56:00.000-08:00

Here is some of this past years worth of assemblages!

2010-12-15T19:12:00.000-08:00

2010-09-27T22:22:00.000-07:00

FUCK im nostalgic

2010-09-03T11:31:00.000-07:00

about to start something really new and unknown.
reacting negatively to a lot of physical and verbal aspects of surroundings

but looking into and out to the now.
this.
to focus on not what is missing
but what is here.

2010-07-11T21:40:00.000-07:00

Cant you see the soul?

2010-07-06T09:33:00.000-07:00

I would like to go to the Nagano Prefecture of central Japan.
travel japan with me!

last couple weeks

2010-06-27T12:58:00.000-07:00

Debbie Carlos

2010-06-23T09:31:00.000-07:00

this girl got somethin

Barbra, Babs...peep the hairy armpits!

2010-06-10T21:10:00.000-07:00

if you want to hear a damn good jazz record!

2010-06-10T20:44:00.000-07:00

http://rapidshare.com/files/217010082/2397128/Randy_Weston.zip

Posts Combined! WamO!

2010-06-09T10:03:00.000-07:00

Artist Wilfredo Lam watches Luz Maria Collazo Reyes (see below post of first black model) perform a dance piece

Cuban Artist Wilfredo Lam

2010-06-09T09:58:00.000-07:00

Puerto Rican Painter Rafael Ferrer

2010-06-09T09:55:00.000-07:00

First Black Model

2010-06-07T17:40:00.000-07:00

Luz Maria Collazo Reyes
cuban chica

Luz Maria Collazo Reyes
cuban chica

Tight old lady

2010-06-01T09:35:00.000-07:00

Louise Bourgeois, sculptress died age 98

2010-05-31T21:33:00.000-07:00

2010-05-19T12:33:00.000-07:00

things are really strange but im digging the scene.

2010-05-08T19:03:00.000-07:00

saw this in 2005
jesus!
Cornelia Parker

2010-05-07T09:50:00.001-07:00

about a year ago I tore an article out of a magazine I was reading while overseas.
the article, on a group of artists active during the late 50s and sixties in california, totally threw me. I still pull out the wrinkled ripped pages to get pumped on sculpture, poetry, collage, publication and the holistic way these people lived life as artists.
"all they really needed in life was the satisfaction from creating something from nothing"
the above photo is of George Herms. Im not going to say anymore. Discover for yourself!

2010-05-03T09:49:00.000-07:00

I like both rooms i sleep in. one is very minimalist
the other very cozy in a crowded way. I like the santa cruz mountains.
left a crazy scene to go walk around a city I used to live in.
walked down hawthorne twenty blocks and back up another twenty.
bought a pen and a big piece of nice white paper. rolled it up and kept walking.
stopped into Powell's bookstore and bought two books.
religion and poetry.
Stopped in to the Cup & Saucer cafe and had myself a scramble with potatoes, toast and coffee.
read, sipped, satisfied. watched others enjoying the solitude of being waited on.
returned to friends house, empty no one home.
drew and returned to the craziness. Beer from a keg back pack.
sun on my cheeks sweet.
here are some very recent images:

2010-03-25T09:44:00.000-07:00

summer just arrive already!!

2010-03-25T09:41:00.000-07:00

2010-03-21T20:03:00.000-07:00

reflections on a year:

2010-03-20T14:46:00.000-07:00

New home in the mountains as of January 15th:

2010-03-20T14:44:00.000-07:00

2010-02-16T20:03:00.000-08:00

there's too much going on

I really like chard

I need to stop complaining inside my head.

Who would have thought that martha stewart was once young, let alone a babe.

I need to study...
this is Josef Albers teaching a drawing class. Apparently the man to the right of albers with his arms crossed is Robert de Niro's father.

2010-01-21T23:21:00.001-08:00

*constant state of euphoria...most of the time
*obsession with maryl streep.
*Someone Like You starring Hugh Jackman, babe.
*Santa Cruz Mountains
*Beach House
*Beach House
*Beach House
*Beach House

2010-01-14T23:34:00.000-08:00

new Beach House record

2010-01-10T01:24:00.001-08:00

SO MANY ARE FAKIN' IT
I KNOW YOU ARE FAKING IT.

2010-01-10T01:21:00.001-08:00

I have hostility.
i think: you are all pussies. Is this real me?
I say I wont leave, but maybe someday I will.
leave you all in dust.
you mind clouders and thought drowners.
a few will be with me. close and nestled
wings against breast.
good night!!

2010-01-05T11:23:00.001-08:00

paz from entrance band

2010-01-05T11:15:00.000-08:00

raphael saadiq

2009-12-15T19:21:00.001-08:00

2009-11-19T00:13:00.000-08:00

wish to own:

2009-11-17T20:47:00.000-08:00

2009-11-04T11:39:00.000-08:00

aching

2009-11-04T11:35:00.001-08:00

freedom!
our environment in motion!
vehicles, thumbs, rides, and more.
need to be engulfed.

2009-10-21T00:07:00.001-07:00

"im cold" he said.
"im eating bread and peanut butter" she said
"can I have a bite?" he said
"of course" she said

.....

"that was delicious and satisfied all my craving," he paused
"You satisfy all my cravings...

all but one."

.......
........

...........

"now you satisfy them all!"
they were both delighted.
"we will no longer waste each other's time" she said.
they sat closer to the fire and closer to each other.

"is there anymore peanut butter?"

2009-10-12T20:19:00.000-07:00

Yo Yo Ma

2009-09-25T10:26:00.000-07:00

teacher of self sufficiency John Seymour read his book.

This is made of wood

by Ricky Swallow

2009-09-22T23:44:00.000-07:00

2009-09-01T21:39:00.000-07:00

2009-09-01T21:37:00.000-07:00

2009-07-20T13:55:00.000-07:00

spiritual sensual session in the tipi
california loving
summer gold dry grass
go your own way fleetwood mac
spin that gold grind that grain
strum strum strum
shred shred shred
sweat!
rolling tumbling tummy swirlin

2009-07-18T15:32:00.000-07:00

crazy cool cover

2009-07-18T15:31:00.001-07:00

one of my favorite slide songs. trying to learn it right now.

2009-07-18T15:30:00.001-07:00

2009-07-18T15:29:00.001-07:00

discovery

2009-07-16T13:44:00.000-07:00

Sandy Bull

2009-07-16T12:02:00.000-07:00

in california listening to california folk.
john fahey spent lots of time on and around mount diablo.

2009-06-29T04:37:00.000-07:00

June 28th

2009-06-28T00:45:00.000-07:00

in Rome
staying at Isabelle McDonnell's apartment.
I do tourist things every other day.
trying to space out my things to see
over a period of 8 days.
its a long time to be in an unknown city completely alone.
2 days ago walked all day long from 12:30 to 5:30
never stopping and always finding.
pictures of my "situation" later.
the days when i dont go out far and about
i walk the streets of this near neighborhood
narrow with lots of bar cafes
watch music videos on mtv in italian
smoke cigarettes and eat cous cous
and biscuits and drink tea.
play guitar. write.
i come back to the small world which i love so dear,
one week from today.

June 19th

2009-06-18T10:48:00.000-07:00

i am back in the countryside near milan.
i am at the first farm i was at and it is even better the second time.
river swimmings, bbqs, beer on top of the stable at night, dirt, all the time dirt.
and the best gelato.
coconut and straciatella is my favorite combo.
the vegetable garden is flourishing and we eat zucchini from it everynight in different forms.
one way to eat the zucchini flower is to mmix flower and water and fry them.
so delicious.
i go on to rome in a few days.
i have learned things in great quantities. big and small about food and about me.
i cannot wait to come and share my new ideas about food with everyone.

June Second

2009-06-02T06:43:00.000-07:00

create, grow vegetables, build things out of wood and metal and garbage, live with warmth and smiling, brew beer make pizza, sell goods, dig in the dirt pet the dogs smell the poop.
I want to live!
I am living!
the dance of experience.

picture this

2009-05-30T07:23:00.000-07:00

at the winter pasture across the valley an old german hippie lives.
his name is Till.
he has no teeth and brown dread locks.
when i met him he was wearing only very dirty white pants that ended at mid calf. around his waist he wore a leather belt and a leather satchel was tied to the belt to keep his tobaccoo and rolling papers.
he was barefoot.
inside the stable he has a huge tipi that he lives in.
he used to live in the most famous commune in italy.

2009-05-30T07:19:00.000-07:00

currently in caldirola. Piemonte, italy. surrounded by tall green mountains. i wake up and let the sheep out, feed chickens and bunnies, drink some coffee and eat an apple.
the past two days i shoveled urine and shit soaked straw in the sheeps pen and put new straw down. hard work. after that i drove to the horses winter pasture across the valley and lifted hay bails.

during the day i sit on a grassy hillside with other wwoofers and play guitar or just sit. we explore the woods. we found the villages designated bone dumping area. tons of wild bore bones and teeth. like a spooky graveyard.

2009-05-06T07:23:00.000-07:00

DH Lawrence and Saul Bellow:
recent and current book reading

2009-05-06T07:19:00.000-07:00

i want to read them

balcony views

2009-05-04T02:37:00.001-07:00

2009-05-04T02:35:00.000-07:00

the kitchen

p.s. im taking these pics with the dude´s lap top so they are crap.

me!

2009-05-04T02:31:00.001-07:00

this is the apartment ive been staying in the past 4 days.
its got one really cool old brick wall.

2009-05-04T02:08:00.000-07:00

im moving to my third place within barcelona.
im staying in a hostel and i am looking forward to it.
i really did not intend to stay this long in spain but finding a farm
to work on in italy before may 7th was impossible.
so here I STILL am.
hopefully ill meet a person or two in the hostel that
doesnt creep me out. so far the strangers i have met have been old men.
old creepy pakistani men.
today i finally have some real alone time in this apartment and im gong
to take advantage of it. i just ate a banana and yummy cup of coffee.

I finished the book i was reading. Lady Chatterly´s Lover.
i enjoyed it. it contains ideas about romance and human behavior that
have been floating around in my head but just wasn´t able to articulate.

here is a quote

´perhaps you are just a slave to your own idea of yourself´

and

´poor mountains! poor landscape! it all had to be squeezed
and squeezed and squeezed again, to provide a thrill, to provide
enjoyment. what did people mean, with their simply determined enjoying of themselves¨

and

´this tourist performance of enjoying ones self is too hopelessly humiliating. its such a failure. ´

on thursday i go to italy!

2009-04-29T01:44:00.000-07:00

I peed under the arc de triumph,
april 28th, 2009
barcelona spain.

2009-04-28T01:29:00.000-07:00

im still in spain and might make a trip to grenada. a small hippyish sort of town.
barcelona is treating me well. its quite touristy though.
i am living in the moment for the most part but a part of me is very anxious to get to the farm lands and get out of these cities.
pictures maybe later.

lone wolf

2009-04-23T08:53:00.000-07:00

thats what ive been the past few days

it is so sunny and nice here in barcelona.
i walk around during the day and make my romantic fantasies come true.
these fantasies dont involve men.

just me being inspired in a city and making beautiful little scenes come to life.

one such scene was me walking to the market La Boqueria in central barcelona, buying fresh ham right off the pig leg, manchego cheese, salmon, wine and baggette. I bought my special romantic picnic for one items and headed back home to the apartment.

i set it all up on the little table out on the orange tiled patio with white walls surrounding, poured myself some wine, rolled myself a ciggarette and feasted.
the ham was so rich in flavor and mm the bread so soft.

i was in lone heaven.

2009-04-21T04:54:00.000-07:00

when i look out to my left as i stand on the terrace here in central barcelona, i see this arc.
a market opens up in the plaza on the weekends with delcious pastries, breads and other goods.
a man was playing trumpet all day down by the arc and i could hear it from the apartment. he played the god father theme, strangers in the night, and other italian type songs.
it was very romantic.

2009-04-21T04:25:00.000-07:00

alrighty
i am now in barcelona.
i came from amsterdam and i will tell you about that.
amsterdam was so beautiful. i got to know
a lot of the city staying in two different places on opposite sides of the city.
i found my heaven in northern amsterdam. the man max i was staying with took me on a drive up to the country side. the street we drove on was so narrow. we drove slow and winding. the sun roof was down and i leaned my head back and let the sun warm my cheeks. a wave of complete content came over me. the small houses so close together and so close the sweet water of the bay. small green grassy knoll right next to the car as we passed. people sitting on their small porches drinking beers and laughing. the skies were blue and clear and decided i wanted to retire to that small town in northern holland. it was called durgerdam.

then we drove to a small island called markem. touristy but very beautiful. a small fisherman town with a tiny harber and a stand to get raw herring. we walked to end of the harbor and sat on a bench over looking the bay. max did some sketches while i dozed in the sun.

during the days I would wake up to an empty house more or less and make myself delcious strong coffee and cut up fresh fruits from the plentiful fruit bowl of the woman i was staying. i would sit in the garden and watch her black cat miyo hunt flies and frogs in the small pond. then i would leave and just walk. i walked so much in amsterdam the first couple days. one day I left the house at 12 in the afternoon and returned at 7. whew my legs were tired. the canals and house boats were so `pretty and romantic. i started a "to do before i die" list and living in a houseboat in amsterdam was on the list as well as seeing machu picchu (sp?)

id stop off at a canal side cafe and have a heineken and a coffee.
everyone rides bikes. and fearcely. women ride side saddle on the back of their mans bike and it all seems so casual. mothers just plop their kids on the back and they hang on and appear very brave and calm.
i went for a ride on the back of max´s bike one day which was fun.
then i started using the tram which was very easy. a stop in front of maxs place and a stop right in front of els (the woman i was staying with) one day i went with her about an hour north of amsterdam to see her cottage she is working on in the country side. her carpenter was a dutch man who lives in barcelona and is almost completely self sufficient. but his wide and kids live in amsterdam so he goes back and forth.
i would love to see his little house with his vegetable gardn. which brings me to barcelona.

the first day i arrived in plaza de catalunya i was wisked off by becky to go to a lunch with her and her brothers and sisters and cousin from bolivia. a crowded, fancy place. it was the perfect introduction to barcelona i thought.
we ate an appetizer of bread with tomatoes juice on it and garlic butter. pretty tastey. everything was dark wood and white table cloths and fancy people around but loud and lively. and me lookng like a bum with my back pack and guitar.

i got asperagus. mmm.
ive been walking the streets of barcelona with the maguire family and with myself. they have a great view of this huge plaza and an arc. their apartment is very small but they have a terrace about the same size. huge. very good for sun bathing.

i will have the place to myself for the next 4 days because they are leaving ona family trip to pamplona.

i look forward to making coffee and eating fruits in the morning on the terrace and drinking wine and smoking a ciggarette at night. walking during the day. always walking. its so good to walk in a new city. meditative.

i smuggled a large joint from amsterdam to spain and last night connor becky and i smoked it and got very high. a really good high which i have not had in a while. i slept on the terrace last night in my sleeping bag with no pad and i was so happy. not unmfortable at all.

sometimes though, in dul moments when i am bored by conversation or i am just feeling quiet i think to myself "how cool would it be if all the people i truely love were here and we were all together?" on that note i will leave you.

go do something!

love dyll

2009-04-11T10:40:00.001-07:00

2009-04-11T10:08:00.000-07:00

sunny in amsterdam

tea and cookies on the balcony

cold beer by the canal

sun on my face

bikes bells ringing to say:

"watch the hell out"

gift purchased for wyatt

walking and watching

that beer got me

empty stomach is to blame

much love

dyll

breakfast in amsterdam

2009-04-11T01:50:00.000-07:00

oatmeal, dried blueberries, raisins, cranberries, mangos, cream, honey.
small cup of very strong coffee.
simple pleasure.

2009-04-10T04:30:00.000-07:00

today is wet. I like it.
gentle drizzles.
today I am still in London
today I fly to Amsterdam.
today I am wearing a really dirty shirt.
today i'm a little anxious.
I look forward to being in another
new city.
I would put pictures of london up but
I am not taking digital.
I could show you this though:

one place I may be going in the mountains yet near the coast of italy.

come on people now

2009-04-03T08:22:00.000-07:00

this is what I want us all to do

2009-04-03T08:12:00.000-07:00

Side note on my theory I mentioned below:

I developed this theory after walking around london and soon after read a similar theory in Even Cowgirl's Get the Blues by Tom Robbins. When I read it I was amazed and reveled in the coincidence.

here is part of the passage:

"scientists concluded that in order to perceive an object properly we have to establish some kind of pattern of movement in relation to it. Because Sissy had perceived the events of her lifetime always in relation to her pattern of constant movement, perhaps hers had been a far truer vision than many assumed"

I suppose you would have to have read the book to really know what's being said but maybe you can conclude for yourself.

till next time
later.

2009-04-02T09:02:00.000-07:00

I have begun my long planned journey in europe.
I am currently in london.
I spend the days wandering around the streets,
reading in cafes, writing, playing guitar.
I like to pretend it is the sixties
and I am a bohemian beatnik, poet, artist who is cavorting
the streets with actors, actresses and fellow artists
trying to stir things up.
but really it's just me cavorting on my own for the most part.
i'm trying to soak everything up.
I have this theory that a person cannot form
any sort of real connection to their surrounding
environment unless they see it in motion or while walking.
So I walk.

here is a picture of some wisdom written on a chalk board in front of
the coffee shop called Munson's that I frequently sit in here in Ealing, London:

until next time live passionately

-Dyll

2009-03-20T10:04:00.000-07:00

what's the point of being creative if you turn down other's creativity and only accept your own?

2009-03-20T10:00:00.000-07:00

there's nothing like feeling yourself change

Dream Men

2009-03-12T11:03:00.001-07:00

The Rugged Farmer

Thoughtful Songwriter

Strong Happy Beer Drinker

the bad ass

the tortured artist

2009-03-05T10:23:00.000-08:00

Heading to italy in two and a half weeks.

soakin it all up

2009-02-22T21:03:00.000-08:00

Some Kind of Wonderful.

i have the hugest soft spot for stories of best friends becoming lovers.
it really gets me

2009-02-19T20:26:00.000-08:00

Tom Robbins

2008-12-08T00:49:00.001-08:00

2008-09-29T10:40:00.000-07:00

I want to be with maa good ol friends
goin a little bit nuttso
I can't stand anyone

2008-08-30T15:50:00.000-07:00

Maybe you won't be able to tell from these photos or maybe you will, but I had the most amazing summer I have ever had:

2008-06-26T13:45:00.000-07:00

Back to the Bay in less than a week
Let's have some BBQs please?

2008-06-08T19:27:00.000-07:00

I have a serious case of the poopy blahhs today. I am missing my home.

2008-05-21T19:09:00.000-07:00

I've never been a fan of people

but at least i've got my siblings:

2008-05-19T19:37:00.000-07:00

Summertime plans:

work and camp

2008-05-15T23:46:00.000-07:00

I'm trying to sleep but can't. it's so hot.

this kid below got back from india three days ago.

good to have him back. I missed him.

summer will officially start tomorrow for me.

I want to see my family because i'm sick of people

here. damn right.

2008-05-12T15:07:00.000-07:00

mom and dad about ten years ago? maybe more? ^^

mom and sista, peep the bride behind

high fives are cool

Canada Adventures

2008-05-12T14:37:00.001-07:00

crazy canadian family^

New friend I made in vancouver named kyle ^

bros at the memorial. the little one looks Amish

My uncle scattering my grandma's ashes ^

My grandma had a house overlooking the water and we

scattered them there. Right when my uncle

poured the ashes out of the urn everyone dropped

yellow roses into the water and a Hawaiian lai

(she loved hawaii) We all started crying silently

and it was a mystical few minutes watching the

flowers float farther and farther away and

listening to the water against the boat.

then comedy kicked in and my uncle chucked

the urn into the water and we all laughed.

the family waiting for a boat to get to granville island

from the plane flying over canada

tug boats by my grandma's condo

bro gaze

2008-05-05T16:16:00.000-07:00

I miss canada and I regret not going there before my grandma passed.

I am feelin poopy but this dogs face cheers me up.

2008-04-15T21:13:00.000-07:00

Summer was in the air, it burned my face, It was 80 degrees, we had a BBQ, I went to my first bar as a 21 year old...All in all it was a thoroughly jam packed weekend.

SUPER CUTE!

2008-04-14T12:25:00.001-07:00

2008-04-11T14:12:00.001-07:00

I just want to say how thankful I am that I don't live with a disgusting Ho-bag anymore.

it's really a shame because the experiences I had at San Francisco State really soiled my over all view of that city and the
positive feelings I had for it are finally starting to come back.

on that note here are some really cute mini horses used like guide dogs and also I pic of my sister and our good friend Tom

Spring Break

2008-03-17T19:46:00.000-07:00

Soon to be livin large.
back to the Bay Area on friday
been missing San Fran...and the beach.

Something i'm working on:

2008-03-15T12:51:00.001-07:00

2008-03-13T13:20:00.000-07:00

"I'm the Biggest Boss You've Seen Thus Far" - Rick Ross

No One Looks At This

2007-12-12T16:50:00.000-08:00

Very soon a bunch of photos will appear and then maybe you will look.