but I’m still trying to live at least some of it.
You can catch the brief glimpses of my creative life through my tumblings at Dreaming Eyes of Wonder
Enjoy!
(I’ll be back to normal blogging January 2012)
but I’m still trying to live at least some of it.
You can catch the brief glimpses of my creative life through my tumblings at Dreaming Eyes of Wonder
Enjoy!
(I’ll be back to normal blogging January 2012)
Life has been extremely crazy, but in a good way of course. I finished up my internship with the Cultural Development Corporation, while also interning for the Smithsonian’s National Museum of the American Indian, while also working part time for Solas Nua. I am now just at the Smithsonian until August. And what have I been doing there you might ask. Well I’ve been working in Public Affairs, which I absolutely love, and writing a few posts for their blog. Which is why CSDC has been a little bit neglected.
Here you can read what I’ve been writing for the Smithsonian
Because we are all still buzzing about the Royal Wedding and because I will be accompanying another bride to be today as she begins her quest for the perfect dress, let’s look at our favorite Princess in her Wedding Dress, Grace Kelly
Is it just me or did Princess Catherine’s dress look very similar, if your going to take inspiration from anyone Grace Kelly is the perfect choice.
I am so lucky to be part of an organization that not only continues to produce innovative art but is recognized and respected for it.
TVD Live: British Sea Power at Black Cat, 4/19.
Guest blogging over at The Vinyl District
…she turns to instant netflix as background music, because as long as she is stuck at a single 4 ft X 4 ft dining table might as well get through as many seasons of Prison Break as possible right?!
Sometimes I think that Instant Netflix was the best thing ever created, and other times I curse it for affording me access to titles that I refuse to admit I watch. That’s right SciFi (or SyFy whatever you are calling yourselves these days) I’m talking to you. I now have a relatively comprehensive knowledge base of some of the best/worst space themed shows that have been produced in the last 10 years. Are they good, not really, except for the few exceptions ( I do really like Firefly, and BSG wasn’t half bad either). It’s just that I’ve actually made my way through pretty much all of the acceptable television shows, Weeds, Dexter, Mad Men, you name it I’ve seen it, I even hit up every one of the 20 Great TV shows in Instant Netflix on Paste (to be fair I think I had already seen half of them to begin with). I even did a little throwback and watched some of my old WB favs, which is hindsight may have been the catalyst for what has become a very quick spiral downhill into the world of battlestars and stargates, and who really knows what else (damn you Instant Netflix suggestions, just because I watched all 3 seasons of Roswell in 3 weeks does not mean I am a SyFy nut) It’s like a trainwreck that I just can’t look away from, I just keep clicking that little forward arrow button and moving onto the next episode.
Enter Prison Break, my savior. I had completely forgotten about this one until I was over at a cohorts beginning my week of studying, she was watching it, Thank God. Without this show I would be coming dangerously close to heading out to Comic Con next year to join “my people.” Thank you Prison Break and your corrupt CO’s, shifty Cons, and amazingly gorgeous, and geniously innovative Inmates, yes Michael Scofield I’m talking about you.
So the moral of this story, I think I’ve slowly lost my mind from studying for comprehensive exams. Did I also mention I have a giant territorial carpenter bee that basically dive bombs me every time I try to get out on my deck, so until someone comes to spray something that makes giant carpenter bees go away I am stuck with opening my windows to enjoy this beautiful weather we are having.
* what are you favorite Instant Netflix guilty pleasures?
The Dreamtime story of the Three Brothers
Three brothers go on walkabout in the Australian wilderness one evening. While on their spiritual journey, all three brothers are killed by a witch. The spirits of the brothers slay the witch with a boomerang. The witch transforms into a billabong, and the brothers turn into the three mountains, called the Birroguns, that watch over the Biripi Nation.
Last week I had the pleasure of heading over to the State Department for a very special ceremony, the acceptance of a breathtakingly beautiful piece of art created by artists from the Biripi and Worimi Nations of Australia. The piece was gifted to the United States on April 6, 2011. The piece was presented by Talk Radio Host Craig Huth, who is visiting the US through the State Department’s International Visitor Leadership Program, which “brings over 5,000 world leaders each year to meet with their professional counterparts.” In his case, Mr Huth will be visiting cities throughout the US to focus on investigative and political journalism and talk radio. This program has been organized by Meridian International Center.
And now that we’ve got a background on the program let’s get back to how I finagled an invite to this very special event. Oh the power of the internet, the other day I was going about my day in much the same way that I usually do, checking up on the old blog to see if anything new and exciting had surfaced. A new comment posted by a member of the State Department peaked my interest. It stated that I was being invited to an acceptance ceremony of Aboriginal Art. ”That’s a little odd,” I thought to myself, but I’ll go with it. So I emailed the contact and was sent a formal invitation. I know, sometimes I don’t believe my life either. I was curious how the State Department had stumbled upon my blog so I made sure that was one of the first questions on my list when I arrived. Turns out the US embassy in Australia was aware of the blog and had recommended that I be invited, so a big THANK YOU! to the folks at the embassy.
I arrived at the U.S. Department of State building 45 minutes before the acceptance was scheduled to happen. I was greeted by Program Officer for the Office of International Visitors Eboni York and her superior Terry Blatt along with Rachel Wallis from Meridian. Craigh Huth joined us as we made our way to the Treaty Room which was beautiful as well. The furniture was all dark polished woods while the walls were painted in light colors and accented with white faux columns throughout. Think a miniature version of Marie Antoinette’s Villa and you’ll get an idea of what it looked like.
Guests were not set to arrive for another 20 or 30 minutes so I had the chance of getting up close to the piece without feeling pressure to move on quickly. In all honesty I could have spent 3 hours with the painting and probably not have seen all of its elements. The painting represents the Biripi and Worimi dreamstory of the Three Brothers which is briefly described above. The painting itself tells the story from the bottom up. Beginning with the 3 tents placed around the campfire at the middle bottom of the piece. Each tent represents one of the Three Brothers. At the beginning of the story the billabong and the 3 mountains do not exist, instead the Australian bush stretches across the vastness. The Three Brothers go on Walkabout but as they journey they come upon an evil witch who kills them, but their spirits return and defeat the witch by throwing a boomerang (the traditional weapon of the Aboriginal peoples) and she is transformed into the billabong that you see in the mid section of the painting. The Three Spirits become the three Mountains who now watch over the Biripi and Worimi Nations.

Craig Huth explains the dreamtime story to Assistant Secretary of State For Educational and Cultural Affairs
The painting is a true testament to craftsmanship, created by 5 artists over the course of 2 months working 10 hours a day. The majority of the painting is done in the traditional dot (desert) style. the spirits and mountains remain in a more impressionistic style as do the trees, melding the traditional with the contemporary. The detailing on the piece is just amazing. When you get up close to it, which I had the privilege to do you can see each an every raised dot. Throughout the painting are traditional Australian wildlife including the kookaburra and the koala bear throughout the piece. One of my favorite aspects of the piece can be found in the 3 trees depicted, hidden within these trees are 5 hands representing the 5 artists that worked on this piece. The inclusion of their handprints signifies their strength in the dreamtime story. Do you see the hands?

Biripi and Worimi Artists: Gina Varagnolo, Joan McDonald, Sonia Varagnolo, Renee Skerratt, and Wayne Paulson
Along with this piece were presented two hand crafted boomerangs meant for the First Daughters. Carved from 1,000 year old pine (traditional materials), these two pieces are meant as gifts to the First Daughters. One of the boomerangs is mounted on a block of wood that has been hand decorated with both US and Australian symbols ( dot patterning along with an Bald Eagle at the center) while the other piece has been hand painted as well in its entirety. We were told it took artist Gina Varagnola 2 months to complete.
It was an honor to be included in the event. It was one of those moments when I remember why I am in this business to begin with, to be able to experience art in so many different contexts and to understand its beauty and significance on a intimate level is something that I hope I never grow tired of.
The theatre begins to hush, the lights dim, the musicians return to their places, lift their instruments and begin to play. The scene: a dark foggy graveyard, thrust into dark blue hues. The curtain rises. I am already convinced that this will be my favorite act of the evening. Out of far left stage emerges Myrtha, Queen of the Willis. She floats across the stage like a ghost. Her movement is flawless and unfaltering. But for the ever so slight movement of her feet she appears to not be moving at all. It’s breathtaking to watch, and even more overwhelming to imagine being able to move yet not move at the same time. She is more graceful than I can ever hope to be, me who runs into a my bedroom wall on a fairly regular basis. This is what I love about dance, witnessing the human body at its most graceful and fluid, and reveling in that just a little bit. As my mind wanders back, the stage is empty, all that’s left is the orchestra; sit and listen. Then she appears once more, floating out of stage right, forward and back, up and down the stage she moves. speechless.
Last week I had the pleasure of attending the Ballet. It’s been a while since I’ve seen a ballet, the last being in Prague in 2006. My sister and I saw Raymonda at the Náridní divaldo. So that makes it 5 years since I’ve been to a proper ballet. This time around it was the Mariinsky Ballet performing Giselle at the Kennedy Center. Having never seen Giselle before I was thrilled to be experiencing it for the first time, by such a spectacular company.
I was told that the first act was sweet and fluffy, and it was. The dancing of course was beautiful, the beginnings of a fairy tale, where boys meets girl and they fall in love only to be thwarted in the end by the jealous admirer. Which is where it really gets good. Giselle dances her sorrows at learning that her love is in fact the Count and engaged to the Princess and subsequently dies of a broken heart. My kind of ballet.
The second was absolutely beautiful. The dancing more complex and interesting, the skill more apparent. It is no mystery why this ballet has remained as staple in the ballet world. It was beautiful and lovely, dark and sad and in the end a perfect night at the ballet.