I do believe that there is enough grief in this world to drown us all, but I also believe there is enough beauty and art to save us.
truth, casting, and more faith
¿What you heard?
One of my favorite projects from the current Artists At Work (AAW) cohort is a piece called Of Grief & Dreams, a ship that Albuquerque artist Naomi Natale is building in the New Mexico desert as a dedicated space for grieving.
Presenting her work-in-progress, Naomi says…
“I do believe that there is enough grief in this world to drown us all, but I also believe there is enough beauty and art to save us.”
She ends with a question.
“What if truth is the highest form of beauty, and what would change if we were to honor it as such?”
It makes me wonder if perhaps another ship in another desert is necessary, one not for grief but for expression, where folk can feel free to be true and through that truth uncover a bit of a more beautiful world.
What you doin’?!
So many videos I would love to share with the people, but unfortunately, I gotta keep them under wraps.
I believe in releasing everything to everyone!
One of the few things I support Trump on is declassifying all these UFO files, but I am not the president. I am merely a film director, and so I have no authority to freely distribute the videos from my work this week.
We’ve been casting!
Casting both for Aisha and for Aisha’s mom for Aisha Been Leimert Park.
By tomorrow, cast will be locked.
We will work on getting our contracts set and schedules coordinated, and then, we shall shoot!
What you seen??
ONE PIECE (1999-) questions of faith are surprisingly nuanced and complex as the Jaya Arc transitions into the Skypiea Arc. It has kept pace with the things I have encountered throughout my experiences with The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.
I never expected though that a baptized member of the church would ever say anything like this…
Yet, in the middle of today’s sacrament meeting as this week’s speaker recalls the testimony of the witnesses of Joseph Smith’s golden tablets, the woman sitting next to me leans in close to my ear, and indicating the speaker, she whispers “science fiction, but I love it.”