The Denver International Airport.

9/12/2012

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The next stop on our journey brought us to that eery plot of land in the middle of the desert known as the Denver International Airport, where we explored the conspiracies hidden within it. Unfortunately, the idea of writing about conspiracy theories is generally an overwhelming thing for me, as there are always a million sources on the internet to convince you in either direction about every single one of them. So in his native tongue, here is Evan to explain to you our experience getting to see the mysteries of this place in person.
I have never flown into the Denver International Airport, but I have now visited it. I have seen many paintings in my life, from all over the world. I've even painted murals myself, well, with help. Nowhere have I seen paintings or murals of this caliber, and with such intense imagery, coincided with what basically boils down to tourism and the travel associated. There are four permanent murals in the Denver Airport which display a very radical change; this is simple and plainly easy to see. The murals are lined up in display as 4, 1, 3, 2, and are not meant to show chronological order. The first is of three women dead, what appear to be an African, a Native American, and a Jewish woman. The fires rage behind them, burning and displacing all of its victims. The next mural shows a storm-trooper slaying the dove of peace with one hand and armed with a machine gun in the other. He is trailed by what appear to be the weeping mothers of their dead children. The next mural consists of the storm-trooper dead and all the children of the earth celebrating the creation of a newfound world; a world without need of all the weapons of their native cultures. The weapons are being forged into something new by a blonde German boy. The last of these murals shows all of children again in harmony with nature, centered by what could be a Christ-like person. I am not even going to tell you what I think… this is your decision. I will hopefully only display the facts, thusly in the above I say "appear" rather than as fact of the matter. Leo Tanguma, a Mayan, is the painter of these murals, and I've not spoken with him to verify any interpretations. 
Now before any of these murals could be painted by Leo, the airport had to be constructed. Somehow the New World Airport Commission is to be thanked for its completion on March 19, 1994. Yet there is no New World Airport Commission. It doesn't exist. Okay nevermind that. So construction started and five buildings were erected, but they were apparently no good and buried. So then only four were built this time. Maybe "they" could get it right the second time around. Wait, wasn't there already an airport in Denver? Well they built a new one anyway. So the new airport consisted of four buildings and had less runway space and apparently no new technologies. What is does have over the old airport is a much larger footprint totaling about 53 square miles. And even though these five buildings were buried, there is still, essentially, a massive man-made mountain nearby. How much dirt had to come out of the earth to create such a massive amount of excavated debris? It is said that now all five of the underground buildings are connected by huge tunnels with sprinkler systems to extinguish any and all fires in this sheer rock tunnel system. 

Now in the middle of the main concourse on, I believe, the west side, there is a capstone. It reads "The time capsule beneath this stone contains messages and memorabilia to the peoples of Colorado in 2094" This dedication was created by the Free Masons of Colorado. The Most Worshipful Prince Hall Grand Lodge F. & A.M. of Colorado and Jurisdiction, GrandMaster Claude W. Gray Sr., as well as the The Most Worshipful Grand Lodge A.F. & A.M of Colorado, GrandMaster Benjamin H. Bell Jr.. So unless the contractors brought in to do this work were all legitimate Masons with the most high of stone carving skills, then I think this strange. 
So all in all I say to you in the words of Lavar Burton of Reading Rainbow "You don't have to take my words for it" So check it out for yourself.
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New York City Warehouses Transformed.

8/19/2012

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I may not be the right person to ask about New York City. I've been known to have personal conundrums with the lifestyle and overall attitude of artists and the culture of arts there in general. I realize that much of this is due to the blatant overabundance of people there making art, as well as a living by a wide multitude of crafts and skills, and because of this, there are some people in the city's art scene that are catering to this fact. The key to this is one magic word that'll get any New York City artist to perk up their ear and stop talking about themselves for just a few seconds, and that word is "Warehouse."

There's a million warehouses in New York, and they all have the capability to serve a mass population of people in different trades if they end up in the hands of the right people. We met up with a few different warehouse owners and organizers during our short stay who have started their own spaces in the hopes of providing difference walks of artists in New York with a place to practice, create, and market their work.

Tom Beale started the Honey Space studio in 2006 when he saw an ad for a warehouse and got a handful of artists together to go in. The warehouse soon became a collective art studio for which they were able to pay their rent in art, and was only supposed to last for two years but due to the recession was able to last six. Unfortunately, NYC's millionaires need their loft apartments, and though they knew the space wouldn't be permanent, it is still a shame to know that it'll be getting torn down in the coming year.

We met also with Jon Williams, who although is a recent adopter of a space, is no stranger to collective efforts. His studio, which was still in the building stages when we plopped our media station down in his living room, has the space to host eleven people, with rooms that can be used for studios. The house itself runs what they call a "no-no-noise ordinance," meaning you could very well have the loudest sex of your life there and policy says that no one can tell you to shut up.

Perhaps one of the most successful examples of this is the corseted world of the House of Yes, started by Anya Sapozhnikova and Kae Burke who also head the troop of circus-arts goddesses known as the Lady Circus. They use the House of Yes as not only a living space for some, but as an aerial acrobatics workshop space, as well as a performance venue. When they're not teaching anything from aerial silks to stilt walking or putting on elaborate performances, the girls get hired for VIP events all over the city.

I may not be the biggest fan of New York City, but I can recognize and appreciate when certain people are doing it right by focusing on the potential success in group efforts. It's hard to get your foot in the NYC art scene door, but sometimes it's just important to know the benefit of association.

Also, as I wrote this, the cap of an apple juice bottle exploded off at no less than a zillion miles an hour at Zelde's chin. Let's all pray for a speedy recovery, yes? Thank you.

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