MAGIC
BREATH
HONESTY
SILLINESS
SPONTANIOUS AND OFTEN PUBLIC ACTS OF FREEDOM AND INNOCENCE
CARRYING MY LITTLE LADY
SINGING OUT
WORKIN IT
PERFORMING
and THE SUN
I'd like to meet:
Many individuals, heart wearing folk, seeking folk, listening folk, action folk, thoughtful folk, different colored folk, different cultured folk, artists artists artists artists artists, artists who are in it for the art, not for the title. professionals, bums, intellectuals, visuals, homo-sapiens, horses, birds, fairies, my ancestors, my home lands, the spirits of Hungary and my soul.
Any and all who come to me, any and all I come to, are possibilities for breakthroughs in living. I welcome you all.
Music:
Often in need of a rooted bass.
A sick ass beat, tribal or hiphop. bass juxtaposed with ethereal is wonderful and then also, melody spoken and played from the heart. something high in the heavens and low in the earth.
Zap Mama. Dar Williams. Manu Chau. Radiohead. Siguros. Aceylone, specifically "book of human language."
Anything my brother, Jeremy, shows me. Thanks Jeremy.
Movies:
Dear Fern Gully, The Last Rainforest,
Thank you for affirming my adolescent enviornmental heart thumpings. Your trees and fairies were beautiful, but thank you for showing American children there is an enviornmental fight to be fought.
Sleeping Beauty- for the beautiful paper cut out animation and for giving me the dream to sing and dance barefoot in the forest.
The Matrix (1)- for diving into a magic and offering a visual aid for feelings i've always pondered.
The Labrynth- for inspiring me to grow breasts, be a teenager and have David Bowe fall in love with me while I conquer a labrynth and leave him alone with his MC Escher stairs.
Amelie- that's all there is to be said about that.
Y Tu Mama Tambien- hot.
Heaven- a beautiful visual representation for love (sillouettes on the hill).
Intermission- thank you for bringing me closer to Dublin when I'm not there.
Lost In Translation- humans are funny.
Spare Change- children are funny.
Honey I Shrunk The Kids- for inspiring me to be a teenage girl getting wound up in a phone cord while I talk to some boy on the phone.
Books:
Anpao
The Vampire Lestat
Julie of the Wolves
Hatchet
Collected Works of Samuel Beckett
For some reason my heart remembers book from when i was young rather than from the present. I suppose my fresh young mind really ran with the stories, however, I always found myself drawn to survival stories, a young person surviving alone in the wilderness. I always wanted to have to do that, or thought it would somehow come to that some day. now I don't read those kind of stories. My adult mind wants non-fiction more and I probably don't like being reminded of a dream that never came true. But you never know, I started StarShip and The Canoe. Someday, some life, it will be time.
Heroes:
My guardians, whoever they are.
Artists who are really doing it for a greater good, who want to add to this world, who want to share, who will work against the odds with humility and vigor, who are rooted in rigor and development, who rejoice in entering a relationship with an audience, who can mix the light and dark of this dream and carry our breath. Artists who never presume they know better, artists who carry their inner child on their skin and in their eyes. Artists who are different, not because they must stick out from the rest, but different out of their necessity to be true. Artists who can do it all and at the end of the day are silent and content.
