It takes time to work up to it, but here I am, again. Writing into the void, the aether, the space that is always there, if I want to write into it. And wonder if goodness knows, if anyone is ever going to take me up on any of my 54,590 email invitations. Which, admittedly I myself have lost interest in. I learned so much these last few months, mostly on my own, and mostly, wandering. I read, I wrote, and I even journaled. Notably, I did not blog. I did not do that much email. I also continued to write things but more specific things than just these things here. I wrote zines. With some friends, even. In S P A C E. And now it’s time to try something new. Let’s see how it all works out.
HT RS, IK and F.
#trusttheprocess #projectepicurus #spacethejourney #relationalart
The idea of beauty-seeking and an appreciation for the aesthetic of what nature creates, as well as what humanity can, moved our team to collage this unique collection.
It is natural to make: to discover, try things, explore, express… and of course to shake our heads with wonder, dreaming up still new questions after the fact. As such, the artists gathered for this co-created zine are four very curious people.
Art, natural patterns, and words intertwine in a collaboration between them.
Here’s a link.
It was on a hotel lobby’s shared computers, that happened to have Illustrator loaded onto them, that I first made this image:
Was 2014. Was in Bangkok. Was a long, long road, since then. The concept, however, for connecting people from new and different backgrounds in something called S P A C E, which I didn’t have a name for back then, but today I do (S P A C E, like), well yeah. That was born out of this image.
And today the evolutions since have led to new things, new openings, new doors that open other doors. I need to really thank E. for this last last door. Thank him for asking me the big question that until then, I realized, no one in my community had ever asked me. Or wanted to, I think. Or maybe it was just cool to meet in person in real life organically without all the trappings and expectations that the internet jumbles us up with, when we don’t know each other. I like fresh pages. First steps. New programs. But also, I like to build on what I’ve learned from previous versions. What’s next is kind of like the above, but a version 5.5, or something.
So that might be why. Why, I mean, why I’m doing ‘AoTM.’ Over at DK: it’s this.
This post is for E.
I’ve been writing a monthly column for a magazine back in the US.
You can find some of the writings from the road at the magazine’s website:
Some of the works plus a few new pieces, set with photos and art from my time in Vietnam, will be part of this new book.
#hanoi #vietnam #nostalgiacaphe
“Every single day of my life is about challenging people who think you can’t do something because of the way you look.” Jagmeet Singh, featured in VICE
Today I’m very pleased to share this new zine, S P A C E | Brooklyn, ‘Art 4 Art’s Sake.’
This is probably my favorite, to date. Because it does the work of going and seeking people and stories, playing in the conversation space, then interconnecting people who I find truly gifted and inspiring to learn from.
It’s a magical collaboration that somehow managed to make its way onto the digital page, this week, in, uh… Dropbox papers? (I know, right? What is that about?) I have so much more to say about the conversations and interweaving, asynchronous and international shapes of S P A C E that are beginning to converge in the current issues. It’s all starting to feel exactly right, now. It takes time, right? Art. Takes. Time. Well, well. Here we are.
ABOUT ISSUE #43. One contributor is an editor in Finland. Another is DK | S P A C E’s former culture editor, who is based in Cambodia. More about them is in this blog post. I also included a short story of my own, ‘Continuations.’
You can download the issue all this week here.
‘Please pay now.’
‘Oh-kay…. there you are.’
‘ Welcome to our new place. We just opened three months ago.’
‘Are you from India?’
‘Okay, then…. Switzerland?’
Researching a pscyhology character’s profession, for a new commission.
The week included much reading, and now, I am learning about gaslighting, difficult people, narcissists, and sociopaths.
This came into my focus…
“A relationship with a person who has no regard for others and is using manipulation to selfishly gain advantages in the relationship should be ended immediately.
… and I wanted to share the full piece. Lachlan Brown‘s article: Here is the link..
If you’re already in a manipulative relationship, it may be more difficult for you to pull away, as sensitive people often have a mixed bag of anger, loyalty, guilt, and insecurity tied up in these relationships. Barrie Davenport, at this post.
Both spell it out about the kinds of people you want to show to the EXIT in your life.
Do it ! It’s so great.
D: ‘… and that’s it. So I think he needs me to be an ocean of calm.’
A: [Laughs uncontrollably]
D: ‘What’s so…’
A: ‘You? An ocean of calm?’
[Developmental psychology professor] Monisha Pasupathi says. If you don’t tell, “your memory for that event may be less flexible and give you less chance for growth.” This is basically the premise of talk therapy.
Just as there are consequences to telling, there are consequences to not telling.
If someone is afraid of how people might react to a story, and they keep it to themselves, they’ll likely miss out on the enrichment that comes with a back-and-forth conversation. A listener “may give you other things to think about, or may acknowledge that this thing you thought was really bad is actually not a big deal, so you get this richer and more elaborated memory,”
Read the full story here >
It started with ‘The Forum.’
Writing with others. In shared spaces.
This was an outtake of the design to talk about that. It wasn’t quite right. It was too… formal. We are not.
We write and talk.
Quietly, asynchronously, internationally. But most important: conversationally.
‘Writing is all rewriting.’
Discoveries. Sharing the things, in the online journal. Attentively. Creatively. And… selectively.
The opt-in conversations are so, so good.
The journal begins. For registering guests, meet me in the online forum.
So many updates.
Posting here about the things posting in the e-post.
This below note is one, I just sent it to my supporters for S P A C E. It has really been fun.
Honestly, I’m not sure how long I’ll keep it going but for now, so far, so good. Sustainability is an issue, as always, but I appreciate the people who appreciate me.
Somehow, I feel a handful of people who have been at this blog, when it was a WordPress site before and now it’s this, following Kismuth from the very start, and who even took part in things here and there ought to be included in this communication. About appreciation. And… since I stopped emailing so much (I know, right? Can’t quite believe it myself, either. But… quality. Means… selectivity. And opting-in. I can’t just keep emailing all over the universe, can I ? That’s quite dull, anyway. The conversation, after all, is what intrigues me. I design for that.)
You can read the comment on the site, but I’ll just put this screenshot here…. click it to see what the context is, the crowdfunding page which, really, is more like a sign up to get S P A C E page, more than anything. ;)
S: You link to your crowdfunding campaign everywhere!
D: [Thinking: You should be glad you were not on my email list(s). Sheesh.]
In the old days I would find pics on the internet that felt like they fit the mood for what Kismuth wanted to say and be. Of all the ones I kept, this is my favorite.
To be sure, self-publishing is sometimes seen as a sign that an author believes in his or her work; for instance, photographer-turned-publisher Max Bondi said that “investing in a project shows that you believe in it”.
Nevertheless, part of the reason for the negative stigma is that many self-published books, particularly in past decades, were of dubious quality. For example, in 1995, a retired TV repairman self-published his autobiography in which he described how he had been stepped on by a horse when he was a boy, how he had been almost murdered by his stepfather when he was a young man in Mexico, and how his ex-wife had clawed his face with her fingernails.
The repairman spent $10,000 to have his 150-page masterpiece printed up, and, for promotion purposes, he sent copies to a local library, to the White House, and to everybody with the repairman’s same last name.
These efforts did not lead anywhere; today, the book is largely forgotten. —Wikipedia on ‘Self-Publishing’
The rain came.
The rain stopped, momentarily.
It was one hell of a rain, just now. And I got stuck at a cafe. I got stuck because it was raining so hard I didn’t want to dash even the less-than-four-minute route it would take to get from that spot to this one, where I am, thanks to the spell of a breeze and some sun.
Meantime, while waiting, I chatted someone up and it was incredibly dull. I mean, really dull. I should probably refrain from even saying that because, well, it’s dull and that’s that, right? But as much as I give out about being the way I am (occasional curmudgeon, fully admitted, and antisocial, etc), the truth is, when four plus days pass, having packed everyone off for their own adventures so as to FOCUS and WRITE SOMETHING, and I haven’t spoken to anyone in real life I get a little… wigged out.