4.21.2010
Phrenēsia.
This piece, snapped very late night in Morrison, CO, in August of 09, exemplifies the sweet, frenzied celebration of the gift that is Closeness.
fren·zy (frěn'zē) n. pl. fren·zies
1. A state of violent mental agitation or wild excitement.
2. Temporary madness or delirium.
—Synonyms. madness, insanity, lunacy, aberration; rage, fury, raving.
[Middle English frenesie, from Old French, from Medieval Latin phrenēsia, from Latin phrenēsis, from phrenēticus, delirious; see frenetic.]
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| From R e a l e y e s G a l l e r y |
Phrenēsia, or: In Which A Giggling Anne-Lauren, Rose, Ryan, And Ian Hysterically Unite Into The Glorious Wholeness.
2010 | original 14" x 18" | graphite on acid-free paper vellum
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The Working Title of this piece was Closeness. I emailed Rose about it recently, saying: “Almost done with the piece of the 4 of you in a cuddle puddle. It's been such a wonderful comfort to work on, as a meditation on Closeness ...it was an important reminder that intimacy is healthy and ok to want/need/deserve."
Reflecting on closeness, one cannot help but also examine it’s opposite; separation, and what keeps some people stuck there: fear, insecurity, false concepts, ignorance, ego. When we remove the obstacles to closeness, and one becomes Us, then we can move towards a place of celebration, ecstasy, bliss, devotion, adoration, and unity.
Unity remains for me one of the most important things in life, and to keep my heart there I employ Metta (Love) meditations to dissolve concepts of "other," "enemy," "challenging characters," and just sit with everyone on our planet in open-hearted affection, kindness, and warmth.
More on closeness from the 2007 mumblecore film: I remember this one time, I was sitting in this chair ...and he was like lying on his stomach on the bed… and I asked him, ‘can I ask you something… can I just like, lay on top of you?’ and he was like ‘uhhh ok,’ so I came over here and just laid directly stacked on top of him and we talked for awhile. And I just remember saying to him, ‘this like feels really good… I don’t even know you that well, it just feels really good to be close to someone…' I just sort of felt like sort of sad in that moment for people who don’t have that contact, ever. In a sense it was all I needed… just closeness and like, being comfortable with someone. ~Robin, in Quiet City
4.15.2010
The Bacchantes.
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| From R e a l e y e s G a l l e r y |
The Bacchantes: Movement III, or: In Which Meghan Oona, Rose, And Elia Melt Into Each Other And All-Encompassing Joy.
2010 | original 12" x 16" | graphite on acid-free paper vellum
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This is a Phish Kid Portrait from a late night limo ride from Red Rocks Amphitheater, in Morrison, CO, August 2009. It's a study of closeness and the Dionysian lifestyle.
bac·chant
/ˈbækənt, bəˈkænt, -ˈkɑnt/ Show Spelled [bak-uhnt, buh-kant, -kahnt] noun, plural bac·chants, bac·chan·tes [buh-kan-teez, -kahn-] –noun
1. a priest, priestess, or votary of Bacchus; bacchanal.
2. a drunken reveler.
–adjective 3. inclined to revelry.
Origin:1690–1700; < L bacchant- (s. of bacchāns, prp. of bacchārī to revel).
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