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Palo Alto Racist Sidewalk

Palo Alto, Stanford Indian, Racist Mascot, Silicon Valley, Stanford University, Emerson Street
Every society needs educated people, but the primary responsibility of educated people is to bring wisdom back into the community and make it available to others so that the lives they are leading make sense.
Vine Deloria Jr.

The Burghers of Calais

The Burghers of Calais, Rodin, Stanford University, Stanford Arts, Cantor Museum, Stanford Quad, art, artist, documentation, potography

Nothing is a waste of time if you use the experience wisely.
Auguste Rodin
quoted in Heads and Tales (1936) by Malvina Hoffman, p. 47

Alonzo King & Adji Cissoko

ALonzo King, Lines Ballet, Adji Cissoko, San Francisco, dance, live art, performance, movement, documentation, photography, artist, choreographer, dancer

Art is the inheritance of every individual,
it activates evolutionary growth,
it is an intellectual virtue,
and the fostering principle for all that is made, done, or known.
Alonzo King

Chocolate Heads in The Anderson Collection

Anderson Collection, Stanford University, Chocolate Heads, site specific, fance, theatre, theater, performance studies, Stanford Arts, Stanford TAPS, Aleta Hayes, Museum, Manuel Neri, Figure, sculpture, photography, documentation, bay area, palo alto

Anderson Collection, Stanford University, Chocolate Heads, site specific, fance, theatre, theater, performance studies, Stanford Arts, Stanford TAPS, Aleta Hayes, Museum, Manuel Neri, Figure, sculpture, photography, documentation, bay area, palo alto

Anderson Collection, Stanford University, Chocolate Heads, site specific, fance, theatre, theater, performance studies, Stanford Arts, Stanford TAPS, Aleta Hayes, Museum, Manuel Neri, Figure, sculpture, photography, documentation, bay area, palo alto

Anderson Collection, Stanford University, Chocolate Heads, site specific, fance, theatre, theater, performance studies, Stanford Arts, Stanford TAPS, Aleta Hayes, Museum, Manuel Neri, Figure, sculpture, photography, documentation, bay area, palo alto

Figures in a California Landscape
A dance performance by movement troupe Chocolate Heads
inspired by Manuel Neri’s sculptures.
Anderson Collection
Stanford University

sometimes I want to break the structure down into certain areas,
and I use color to do that for me.
I use color to accent or as a destructive element on the figure.
Manuel Neri

Lines Ballet at Taube

Lines Ballet, Alonzo King, San Francisco, ballet, dance, performance, live art, Taube, choreography, photography, documentation

Lines Ballet, Alonzo King, San Francisco, ballet, dance, performance, live art, Taube, choreography, photography, documentation

Lines Ballet, Alonzo King, San Francisco, ballet, dance, performance, live art, Taube, choreography, photography, documentation

Alonzo King LINES Ballet hosted an evening of music, dance, and discussion
highlighting the company’s upcoming Spring Season world-premiere
Taube Atrium Theater
Wilsey Opera Center

Lines Ballet Rehearsal

Lines Ballet, Alonzo King, San Francisco, ballet, dance, performance, live art, rehearsal, choreography, photography, documentation

Tremble: your whole life is a rehearsal for the moment you are in now.
Judith Malina

Jasper Ridge

Jasper Ridge, Biological Preserve, Stanford University, site specific, theatre, theater, performance studies, arts

When the sun shouts and people abound
One thinks there were the ages of stone and the age of bronze
And the iron age; iron the unstable metal;
Steel made of iron, unstable as his mother; the towered-up cities
Will be stains of rust on mounds of plaster.
Roots will not pierce the heaps for a time, kind rains will cure them,
Then nothing will remain of the iron age
And all these people but a thigh-bone or so, a poem
Stuck in the world’s thought, splinters of glass
In the rubbish dumps, a concrete dam far off in the mountain…
Robinson Jeffers

Women’s March, 2018

Womens March, San Francisco, 2018, Donal J. Trump. photography, documentation, resistance, government shutdown, photo journalism

Womens March, San Francisco, 2018, Donal J. Trump. photography, documentation, resistance, government shutdown, photo journalism

Womens March, San Francisco, 2018, Donal J. Trump. photography, documentation, resistance, government shutdown, photo journalism

Womens March, San Francisco, 2018, Donal J. Trump. photography, documentation, resistance, government shutdown, photo journalism

Womens March, San Francisco, 2018, Donal J. Trump. photography, documentation, resistance, government shutdown, photo journalism

I was going to die, sooner or later, whether or not I had even spoken myself. My silences had not protected me. Your silences will not protect you…. What are the words you do not yet have? What are the tyrannies you swallow day by day and attempt to make your own, until you will sicken and die of them, still in silence? We have been socialized to respect fear more than our own need for language.”

I began to ask each time: “What’s the worst that could happen to me if I tell this truth?” Unlike women in other countries, our breaking silence is unlikely to have us jailed, “disappeared” or run off the road at night. Our speaking out will irritate some people, get us called bitchy or hypersensitive and disrupt some dinner parties. And then our speaking out will permit other women to speak, until laws are changed and lives are saved and the world is altered forever.

Next time, ask: What’s the worst that will happen? Then push yourself a little further than you dare. Once you start to speak, people will yell at you. They will interrupt you, put you down and suggest it’s personal. And the world won’t end.

And the speaking will get easier and easier. And you will find you have fallen in love with your own vision, which you may never have realized you had. And you will lose some friends and lovers, and realize you don’t miss them. And new ones will find you and cherish you. And you will still flirt and paint your nails, dress up and party, because, as I think Emma Goldman said, “If I can’t dance, I don’t want to be part of your revolution.” And at last you’ll know with surpassing certainty that only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth. And that is not speaking.”
Audre Lorde

The Magus

site specific, theatre, theater, bay area, performance art, live art, documentation, photography, San Francisco, John Fowles, The Magus, Stanford, literature, art, faith, adventure

‘During the war, when I had a great deal of time to think, and no friends to amuse me, I conceived of a new kind of drama.  One in which the conventional separation between actors and audience abolished.  In which the conventional scenic geography, the notions of the proscenium, stage, auditorium, were completely discarded.  In which continuity of performance, either in time or place, was ignored.  And in which the action, the narrative was fluid, with only a point of departure and a fixed point of conclusion.  Between those points the participants invent their own drama.’  His mesmeric eyes pinned mine. ‘You will find that Artaud and Pirandello and Brecht were all thinking, in their different ways, along similar lines.  But they had neither the money nor the will —an doubtless, not the time — to think as far as I did.  The element they could not bring themselves to discard was the audience.’

John Fowles, The Magus, 1966

SFMOMA: Desire Lines – Retrofit

SFMOMA, performance art, live art, dance, san francisco, documentation, photography, durational, jamie lyons, desire lines, choreography

SFMOMA, performance art, live art, dance, san francisco, documentation, photography, durational, jamie lyons, desire lines, choreography

SFMOMA, performance art, live art, dance, san francisco, documentation, photography, durational, jamie lyons, desire lines, choreography

SFMOMA, performance art, live art, dance, san francisco, documentation, photography, durational, jamie lyons, desire lines, choreography

If ever again we happened to lose our balance, just when sleepwalking through the same dream on the brink of hell’s valley, if ever the magical mare (whom I ride through the night air hollowed out into caverns and caves where wild animals live) in a crazy fit of anger over some word I might have said without the perfect sweetness that works on her like a charm, if ever the magic Mare looks over her shoulder and whinnies: “So! You don’t love me!” and bucks me off, sends me flying to the hyenas, if ever the paper ladder that I climb so easily to go pick stars for Promethea—at the very instant that I reach out my hand and it smells like fresh new moon, so good, it makes you believe in god’s genius—if ever at that very instant my ladder catches fire—because it is so fragile, all it would take is someone’s brushing against it tactlessly and all that would be left is ashes—if ever I had the dreadful luck again to find myself falling screaming down into the cruel guts of separation, and emptying all my being of hope, down to the last milligram of hope, until I am able to melt into the pure blackness of the abyss and be no more than night and a death rattle,

I would really rather not be tumbling around without my pencil and paper.
Hélène Cixous, The Book of Promethea

DESIRE LINES: RETROFIT 
Destination Performance
thru January 13th
Gina and Stuart Peterson White Box
San Francisco Museum of Modern Art

Hawaiian Automobiles

Kauai, Hawaii, Automobiles, cars, landscape, Jamie Lyons, photography, documentation

Kauai, Hawaii, Automobiles, cars, landscape, Jamie Lyons, photography, documentation

Once the automobile appeared you could have predicted that it would destroy as many people as it did.
Ray Bradbury, The Art of Fiction No. 203, The Paris Review, #192, Spring 2010

Kauai Chickens

Kauai, Chickens, Hawaii, photography, Jamie Lyons, documentation

Kauai, Chickens, Hawaii, photography, Jamie Lyons, documentation

Kauai, Chickens, Hawaii, photography, Jamie Lyons, documentation

Kauai, Chickens, Hawaii, photography, Jamie Lyons, documentation

Kauai, Chickens, Hawaii, photography, Jamie Lyons, documentation

We all like chicken
Malcolm X, The Autobiography of Malcolm X

There are no mistakes…

Davenport, Santa Cruz, photography, jamie lyons, train tracks, documentation
There are no mistakes
only happy accidents
Bob Ross

The Goal

feel free to switch out acting with whatever task being performed
instant can be thing you are creating

Whatever you portray you should always portray
As if it were happening now. Engrossed
The silent crowd sits in the darkness, lured
Away from its routine affairs. Now
The fisherman’s wife is being brought her son whom
The generals have killed. Even what has happened
In her room is wiped out. What is happening here is
Happening now and just the once. To act in this way
Is habitual with you, and now I am advising you
To ally this habit with yet another: that is, your acting should
At the same time express the fact that this instant
On your stage is often repeated; only yesterday
You were acting it, and tomorrow too
Given spectators, there will be a further performance.
Nor should you let the Now blot out the
Previously and Afterwards, nor for that matter whatever
Is even now happening outside the theatre and is similar in kind
Nor even things that have nothing to do with it all – none of this
Should you allow to be entirely forgotten.
So you should simply make the instant
Stand out, without in the process hiding
What you are making it stand out from. Give your acting
That progression of one-thing-after-another, that attitude of
Working up what you have taken on. In this way
You will show the flow of events and also the course
Of your work, permitting the spectator
To experience this Now on many levels, coming from
Previously and
Merging into Afterwards, also having much else now
Alongside it. He is sitting not only
In your theatre but also
In the world.

Bertolt Brecht, John Willett, trans.
Poems Brecht wrote between 1947-1953.

The eye exists in its primitive state.

Palo Alto, El Camino Real, Church

The eye exists in its primitive state. The marvels of the earth a hundred feet high, the marvels of the sea a hundred feet deep, have for their witness only the wild eye that when in need of colours refers simply to the rainbow. It is present at the conventional exchange of signals that the navigation of the mind would appear to demand. But who is to draw up the scale of vision? There are those things that I have already seen many a time, and that others tell me they have likewise seen, things that I believe I should be able to remember, whether I cared about them or not, such, for instance, as the facade of the Paris Opera House, or a horse, or the horizon; there are those things that I have seen only very seldom, and that I have not always chosen to forget, or not to forget, as the case may be; there are those things that having looked at in vain I never dare to see, which are all the things I love (in their presence I no longer see anything else); there are those things that others have seen, and that by means of suggestion they are able or unable to make me see also; there are also those things that I see differently from other people, and those things that I begin to see and that are not visible. And that is not all. […]
Andre Breton, Surrealism and Painting, 1928

Davenport

Davenport, Portuguese Water Dog, Sharka, Ocean, Beach

Lindsey Dillon, Davenport, Portuguese Water Dog, Sharka, Ocean, Beach

So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.
Virginia WoolfTo the Lighthouse

Capitola Warf

Capitola, Warf, Beach, ocean, boardwalk, portuguese water dog, Sharka

Klimpt & Rodin, Legion of Honor

Rodin, Klimpt, Legion of Honot, San Francisco, sculpture, art, artist, documentation, photography, bay area

“I have the gift of neither the spoken nor the written word, especially if I have to say something about myself or my work. Whoever wants to know something about me -as an artist, the only notable thing- ought to look carefully at my pictures and try and see in them what I am and what I want to do.”
Gustav Klimt

divino inferno screening at Cantor Art Museum

Bruno Aveillan, Rodin, Gates of Hell, The Thinker, divino inferno, Cantor Arts Center, Stanford University, Stanford Arts, Museum

Bruno Aveillan, Zoé Balthus, Jean-Babtiste Chantosieau, Rodin, Gates of Hell, divino inferno, Cantor Arts Center, Stanford University, Stanford Arts

The artist must create a spark before he can make a fire and before
art is born, the artist must be ready to be consumed by the fire of
his own creation.”
Auguste Rodin

RODIN AND THE GATES OF HELL
A film by Bruno Aveillan
written by Zoé Balthus and and Bruno Aveillan

Following the screening there was a Q&A with Bruno Aveillan, Zoé
Balthus, and Jean-Babtiste Chantosieau (Editor, Musée Rodin)
October 12, 2017, Oshman Hall, McMurtry Art Building
Screening presented by Cantor Arts Center at Stanford University

Aleta Hayes: Djerassi Resident Artists Program

Djerassi Resident Artists Program, Djerassi, Art, Woodside, Bear Gultch, practice, photography, Jamie Lyons