Comments on: The LA Experience

By: Sharolyn

Sharolyn — Tue, 03 Apr 2007 14:08:41 +0000

[quote post="464"]We are the breath of God in broken pieces. We are human beings, and we live suspended between two world. We create because, in that act, we unite dust and breath, and our physical selves commune with our spiritual selves. We are the people of the descending God, who emptied himself to stand on our thresholds, not once, but three times. He descended with breath to give us life. He descended with self to give us new life. He descended with spirit to give us full life. We are the thrice blessed people of the twilight, who echo the songs of heaven with guttural voices.[/quote]

I think I just had church.

By: michael lee

michael lee — Tue, 03 Apr 2007 07:13:23 +0000

of course. you don’t even need to ask.

By: June

June — Tue, 03 Apr 2007 03:44:19 +0000

Michael,
Apparently I’ve never said: this post is one of my favorites ever. Ever. Eeeeeeeever. Can I put a link to it on my website?

By: Michael Kelley

Michael Kelley — Mon, 30 Jan 2006 23:35:40 +0000

How interesting, I was just looking through your Flickr album of your trip, and I noticed that the art above the holy water fountain is actually from the the “A Broken Beauty” exhibit that I mentioned (well, at least the original study for the piece). Strange coincedence.

By: Morphea

Morphea — Sun, 29 Jan 2006 19:10:00 +0000

Michael, I’m printing this out and pasting it to my forehead. You are a wonder, my good friend. I spent the entire week playing Miserable Meat Sack and 15 hours of sleep and your writing has just pulled me from the brink of utter self-loathing and pert near anhedonia. Bless your shiny soul, brother.

This reminds me of our one-week October California vacation, actually. A bit. We spent the first 3 days in Disneyland and Cali Adventure, where all was floaty, chirpy, cheerful artifice and reveled in it, I admit. We came out of the experience, however (and the dreadful cuisine and indifferent hotel staff surrounding Disneyland didn’t help AT ALL), feeling rather…maddened by the whole thing.

Driving from Yucky Anaheim through what must be the ugliest bits of LA (we must go and see the city again properly), we decided on impulse to stop at … you guessed it…The Getty. It took one day, nay, 3 hours at the Getty to undo all of the crazed feelings of yore. We stood on the winding stream/path thingy (like a labyrinth that actually goes somewhere) and thought, “Here we are. This is who we are. This is beauty, this is peace, this is love.”

Then we spent the rest of our vacation in the excellent company of two friends who fed us extravagantly, plied us with wine and the best conversation, I swear, of our lives, and showed the love, sibling-hood and spiritual care of true friends. And they had a marvellous Rothko on their bedroom wall…

I’m not putting it as well as you, Michael, and our experience was less Gorgeous Cathedrals and more…Space Mountain…but the same spectrum of feelings you described were experienced by Ramon and I, I think, and in roughly the same area of California. Odd.

Cerise

By: Michael Kelley

Michael Kelley — Sun, 29 Jan 2006 05:48:39 +0000

You might be interested in checking out “A Broken Beauty” as well, seeing as how it is in your neck of the woods at least for a few more weeks. It’s an exploration by many Christian artists of the frailties and joys of incarnate life. You can also take a look at a review from the OC Register.

By: aly hawkins

aly hawkins — Sun, 29 Jan 2006 01:48:08 +0000

I think there must be some kind of soul-sucking curse on MOCA. Ash & I went there in April when we “did LA” for our anniversary, and the special exhibit “Visual Music” was about the influence of 20th century musicians on 20th century visual artists, and vice versa. Cool, right?

Wrong. It took us 24 hours of our precious vacation time to recover from the aural / visual overload.

We did see some unbelievable Rothkos, though. Nya, nya.

Gorgeous writing, Michael. The impulse to touch the sky cannot be explained by the mechanics of human existence.