motive

love needs a motive. one motive that...

LOVE as LABOR

LOVE as LABOR:

The entity of love can be a spry, mysterious creature that catches us by surprise. It woos our senses and intriques our minds.

However, it is a realty for many of us that love often can be laborious. It can be an organism that requires tending, feeding, shelter, and discipline. So often we take it for granted, neglecting it as it dwindles in the corners of our lives. And then we weep when we smell the decay.

Love is a labor I try to consider a priviledge. Maybe even an indulgence. Some work was meant to be so excruciating, it becomes indulgent.

We should all welcome such indulgences in our lives.

-Robin L. Gillis

p.s. of course love doesn't have to be laborious. http://www.flickr.com/photos/robingillis/3306594798/in/set-72157614815738465/

owt trap

no rest for the lovers.

no rest.

something fresh is coming (hopefully) owt trap


JC

behind all reasons

i bought this dvd from target yesterday. without knowing any plot of this. I found this film very interesting. you should watch this. if you get the idea of this film, then you will know why i start this project, why i want to make this thing work, and what in my crazy mind i wish would happen in the very end of it.

take a look of the trailer


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=siXe9XC723s


it's installation time!

JC

The Woods

the city is dangerous
danger lies in the
over-abundance of man-
made objects, idols

man built the city
to glorify himself
god created nature
filled with beauty and splendor
to remind us

that he lives among
us, sinners
consumed by narcissism and greed
destroyers of his
gifts, outward and inward

god lies
in the woods
his whispers ride
the wind, pushes
the worries away

i go to the woods to talk to god
i go to the city to sin

birthday girl

happy birthday, cherry blossom girl. happy birthday.





--JC




you are sick and you are beautiful.

once

late night snacks under the moon light shine.
I've been so tired lately, but today, I just can't sleep.
I wonder why because it feels like I've been waiting and hoping for thousand years, and why this love I gave out not returning back to me?
maybe it will ended up to be a good novel someday with those typical first line... "once up on a time, there's this guy who met this girl and..."
the novel will also end up with this type of line... "you know what, shit happens, and there's nothing he/she can do about it..."
only if things could be much more simple, right? in life, in love, in things that we all desire.
fuck, i miss her right now while my veggi-burgers are sizzling in the oven.
the cold aluminum of my powerbook serve no justice to this empty space that i put myself into.
late night snacks under the moon light
shine
brighten up the night
but could it brighten up the one that once lost and haven't been found?

--JC