Saturday, October 24, 2015

RESOLVE


Oct 18 - 24th 2015




I've had quite an eventful week. I hope I'm not being too dramatic when I say that I've hit some euphoric highs (in dance class) and then dipped into some rocky lows (in introspection). Though the contrast has been stark, my inner man has been, to say the least, gliding in peace and satisfaction. In addition, the simple "I love you" from my sister on friday night + the conversations with people who matter have made even the difficult moments a delight in disguise. The only thing missing in my life: live music. Anyone know of some good spots?

In all that, I've made some resolves. I'll share one. The book "Boundaries" by Henry Cloud, reiterates over and over again that good boundaries help us distinguish our property parameters so that we can take ownership of the things we are responsible for. I am realizing the blurriness of where my responsibility for me begins and where my responsibility for others ends. It has caused me to overextend my ample empathy on people, words, and relationships that do not deserve my attention. Some of us have the disposition to take each word hurled at us far too weightily... um, yes that would be me. And so, as badass as it may appear to be, I've taken it upon myself to do some heavy haul abandoning. Lets cut out the BS in our lives, yeah? It is indeed liberating. 

Sunday, October 18, 2015

UNEARTHING


LA, you have a charm to you. Beneath the shiny surface that seems awfully impenetrable and cheap, there is this rich profundity that I am slowly coming to unearth. Today more than ever, I realize the shortness of time that lies for me ahead and it makes me incredibly sad. Can the weeks be extended? That is a question from the heart because oh man, I have finally adjusted to this place.
 
Today I frolicked around the LACMA and The Farmer's market amidst beautiful works of art and a bizarre amount of food. Coming home with stomach wholly satiated in a plate of Brazilian BBQ was certainly a different kind of evening. Yesterday was no different in all joyous occasion, but with health-conscious choices of course. 

Friday's "Ostrich Farm" in Echo Park was perfectly savory and on par with my tastes. The uptown+minimalistic features of the neat space made it even better as always. And more importantly, sitting across the prized encourager and now jet-setter (slash partial hipster, ha!) Brady Miller really reeled in some peace + familiarity. Words on authenticity, traveling, long-term visions and the sharing of God-ordained processes is always gratifying, but it is exceptionally meaningful when it is with Brady. Being moved to tears in front of another person while talking about the things on my heart? Well, thats been a while. What an amazing weekend so far. With absolutely no time to waste, I am pairing excellence with enjoyment, enjoyment with excellence, and taking it step by step.

Friday, October 9, 2015

THE LINE HOTEL LA + AUTHENTICITY

Today was sunny as ever and I took an uncommon morning quick stop in K-town at The Line Hotel. "Commissary" is only as good as it gets in pictures, but when you actually enter the plant-ornamented space, something about the sun peering in through the glass and reflecting off the garden greens gives off this magical elation for all who breathe. Lunch is an arm and leg, but the exquisite visuals — I mean absolutely stunning and serene — gives you a bang for your buck, I'll say. Sigh, loved it. 

The meat of this post will be my quick conversation with Katherine [check out her work here] about what lately has been the most important thing for me as a creative. I've been having a lot of conversations about art, social media and modern day communication. While the accessibility and resources are rampant, it seems to me that people in this day and age are deprived of art with substance. Deprived, not in the sense of absence, but rather in that authentic content is somewhere buried in an assortment of easy-bakes and replication. Where's the authenticity?




As I am growing to discover myself as an artist, I am quickly realizing how important it is to be honest and original. With that, I've been very intentional about whose classes I walk in to. I can take class from the youtube stars and wiggle my way in to my own self-promoting measures (they are amazing and I learn a lot from them!) But I've decided to be more discerning about where I can really benefit from. And by 'benefit,' dear friends what I really mean is, who's class I'll walk away challenged, educated, and maybe even a little confused. You always need to find your intention with class, or so I've learned from Beverly Bautista, therefore I make it a point to choose personalized and focused development over what's easy, comfortable, and popular. Lower body grooves, dance hall (ugh, love it!) and even jazz funk is where I've been spending a good chunk of my time in the studios.  I'll even take contemporary, though I legit laugh at myself for looking like a flailing chicken in water. Thank God class is confidential.

For me, there isn't anything more empty as soulless art though I am often guilty of being more technical than free. Even so, I am learning and trying, and the conversations with fellow creatives is good fuel for it. After all, it's the meaningful depth of story-telling that give us the bone-chilling sensations we all long for, that speaks into the fabric of our society, and busts norms, isn't it? I want that, so bad. Tonight someone said this: "Don't just chase after steps. Sometimes you gotta go back to the basics and listen, listen to the music to create something original."

Friday, October 2, 2015

LA WEEKENDS

September 26, 2015 | Tarpits Festival accompanied by Sukiestyles + Megan Ba, Ba, Batoon. 
The extent of my general knowledge of Los Angeles is fairly limited, given that my M-F is so routine. Saturdays usually give me space for proper exploration though I'll be honest, I find myself naturally gravitating towards North Hollywood for another set of classes. (This week was so good btw!) Last weekend did some justice to the wanderlust as we walked around the LACMA vicinity. After all, I am a junkie for all things sky, city, and beautiful eye-pleasing aesthetics. Add a coffee in there and I'll be eternally happy. Now off to Chicago for another (hopefully impeccable) weekend.