We met these dudes from a blues-rock band named Kaleo with our friend Steve at the Old Man Bar in Culver City. We had a drink or two there, then headed over to our place and partied until the wee hours of the morning. They were super chill and we all had a great time.
They invited us to their show at the Wiltern in Mid-City last weekend. We showed up in time to watch the Mayweather vs McGregor fight with them in the green room. We hung for a bit then it was time for them to play. We went backstage to sneak a peak of the crowd. The place was packed. The anticipation was hard.
The bellowing blues bass lines and guitar riffs began, reverberating the entire space. The music rumbled my stomach, like the butterflies you get when visiting some place new. They rocked and rolled with powerful waves of sound and clean, poignant vocals. It was a great night. Hope to see them again soon.
I creep through ancient forests,
decrepit, abandoned- nearly destroyed.
A dense fog lay beneath my shins,
I cannot see the forest floors.
Only a smoky grey ocean,
an unearthly mystic haze.
The morning barely sung,
newborn to a day of solitude.
Creatures nest, flourishing
where I cannot see but I can hear.
Now as dreams have clouded,
this morning is full of realists.
I hear crisp of leaves below
bare feet scratching the palms,
my toes reach hesitant for stepping.
I pull away from some hanging bones
and through the branches
I peek the rest of the world.
With a snake-lake gaze,
I see there [still] lays a strange
beauty in this wasteland,
something worth saving.
This poem was not written with this photograph in mind at all, but somehow the two have come together and I am okay with it. The poem speaks of the plastic feelings humans express when communicating with each other. Most people have such a hard time being real with one another, they would rather lie or put on a show than to reveal what they are feeling, or any truth at all.
The mannequin represents this plasticity in our relationships with each other, the government and the world in general. Perhaps we are all missing something that we never knew we had. If we could find what that is, then maybe we could learn to see each other as ourselves. If only the woods were closer…
This is an excerpt / remix of a few lines from a poem I wrote several years ago, “To the Future”. This photo is from my recent shoot at the Noah Purifoy Outdoor Art Museum in Joshua Tree, California, taken with my Canon ae-1 program. The place is magical, and I have so many photos to share from my trips there. The full poem, “To the Future” can be read here. ♥ Nisi
These photos were taken last month in Colorado with my Canon AE-1 program. We stayed in Frisco and snowboarded at Copper Mountain during the USASA Nationals. We also celebrated my step-daughter’s 7th birthday. The top photo is from a trip we took to Leadville, to visit the rock shop there. The bottom photo was taken from Copper Mountain, looking towards Frisco. The haikus were written last weekend at Mammoth Mountain, reflecting on the whole thing.
Big Bear is the perfect getaway from Los Angeles, being only 2.5 hours from coast. There is a great peace hanging around and the trees seem to support the hymn of tranquility I feel in those woods. A sense of familiarity and belonging is overwhelming. The dogs run around, I take a deep breath to taste it all. ♥ Nisi
One of my absolute favorite places to visit in the desert is an art gem located a few miles outside of Joshua Tree, down the dirt roads of Mojave desert land. I first learned about Noah Purifoy when my husband and I visited the Watts Towers in South L.A. Noah was one of the founders of the Watts Towers Arts Center, as well as a sociologist and artist, in his own right.
I then visited the LACMA 2 years ago with my friend, Vibha. A temporary exhibit called “Junk DADA” featured Noah Purifoy’s art pieces from his desert studies. Since then, we have visited the Noah Purifoy Outdoor Art Museum twice, and I have gotten some great shots with my Canon ae-1 program . The photographs, in turn, have provided some poetic inspiration. ♥ Nisi