Claudia Dishon
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Before it’s too late

January 16th, 2010 by claudia

To do in January…

1-make a grandiose fabric tent in my apartment.  For use as inspiration and ceremonial frivolity space. Also finally untangle and hang up the two tone birds left over from the Garden of Earthly Delights Party.

2- take more pictures of everyone.  Especially Jameelah, Greg and Esteban. To be used in a mourning shrine I will construct after Ive been forcibly removed from Apartment B.

3-hit up any local eateries and sites I may have missed.  Revisit the special ones.  Like the Cottonwood Trail. Get J, G and E over to Ike’s.

4-Launch the PVC.  And document it. (This is a secret right now…so if you know… hush thee.)

5-Thoroughly conceive a project for use at a local hospital, healing center, etc. Hopefully execute in Feb. I have a new book to help me with this.

6- A blog-platform astrological outreach art project. I’ll follow up later with a separate post detailing that one. It requires participation.

7-Watch Spirited Away tonight.

8-Don’t be sad.

Suggestions? Did I miss anything?

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Despised Things

January 13th, 2010 by claudia

I dunno.

-Nick was in town so I spent all of my money on our 6 day bacchanal. The wine flowed.

-As of yesterday my photoshop cs3 is no longer valid and I am without quality image editing capacity. So in steps the iphone with its awe inducing 3 megapixels.  Try not to be jealous of my jpegs.

- Last night I fell asleep and then woke up two hours later only to empty myself of a stomach full of red wine. Horrible, but better than digesting it.

-Later last night I dreamed that Jonas Criscoe and I were in charge of taking care of an important baby.  This was totally fine, except Jonas began casting spells on me and the baby so that we would fall asleep. While we were drifting off he tried to sneak a bunch of aliens into the villa and I couldn’t stop him.  I will confront him about this at the opening tonight.

Also, the whole dream had a Mighty Morphin Power Rangers flavor, especially Jonas’ aliens.

- I am reading the Jungle Book and it is incredibly satisfying.  Mowgli means “frog” in the language of the forest and was christened such due to Mowgli’s defenseless status as a soft man cub. I love reading about the jungle.  Everything occurs in a dark ancient ceremonial way and Mowgli can never fully understand this because he is man.

The introduction of one of my favorite characters.

“…It was the jackal–Tabaqui, the Dish-licker– and the wolves of India despise Tabaqui because he runs about making mischief, and telling tales, and eating rags and pieces of leather from the village rubbish-heaps.  They are afraid of him too, because Tabaqui, more than any one else in the jungle, is apt to go mad, and then he forgets that he was ever afraid of any one, and runs through the forest biting everything in his way.  Even the tiger hides when little Tabaqui goes mad , for madness is the most disgraceful thing that can overtake a wild creature. We call it hydrophobia, but they call it dewanee– the madness– and run.” (p. 2 of TJB, Kipling)

He has many qualities. I always favor the most despised characters.

photo(10)I havent found any images of Tabaqui so far.  Here is Bagheera and Baloo teaching Mowgli to climb trees.

See you all at the opening. No red wine for me, thanks.

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Philadelphia’s Revenge

December 16th, 2009 by claudia

Alright people, I have taken this blog in a coup. No, just kidding, but just to throw some spice in your blog-checking life, this is not who you are expecting to be reading from. I’m actually posting here for a very specific reason. I’m hiding out. It’s a strategy against a hacker that’s been stalking me online…

I thought it was all over, that my sites and cyber life was safe. But it happened again. It must have happened when I was peacefully sitting on a couch in Atlanta. Or perhaps while I was watching “The Philadelphia Story,” which is ironic, and you’ll soon discover why it’s ironic. But like I was saying, nobody was exempt; old long lost friends, ex’s, craigslist ads, whoever has ever received an e-mail from me through my gmail account, even once, are now familiar with this gibberish:

Recommends the net shopping station to you: www.unsico.com
this is a scale very big company, it is a network sale company which establishes by many famous brand company synthesis.This company mainly sells the motor, the computer, the television, the handset and so on, its quality may obtain the guarantee.Now they for the expansion company scale, enlarge sale dynamics, right now hold promotion.If has you to need please to enter the website.
Anticipates your presence!

Thanks

No, fool! Don’t click on the link! Don’t give them satisfaction. Maintain your dignity! I’m sorry to everyone who’s ever received an e-mail from me even once, for this unwelcome terror that lacerated into your own e-mail account like a really fast version of a turtle. But I have an explanation for this mad, mad, bad, sad… whatever, shut up and listen to this:

Several months ago, the internet revealed to me another person that goes by the same name as your more-docile-than-a-manatee narrator. Presumably this man lives in the greater Philadelphia region. Presumably he is a corporate man. Presumably he works for a company known as comcast. I labeled him Philly-G.B to avoid confusion. I tried to get in contact with him. I felt my individuality slightly threatened and had to discover how alike or different we are. You may recall a post on a neighboring blog in which I attempted to reach out to Philly-G.B.

He did not acknowledge me.

I put his picture up as my facebook profile photo, hoping such an act would eventually reach his Philadelphian heart. I heard nothing for weeks.

Then, one day, I received a facebook message from a woman in Seattle. She asked me how my family was, how I had been, etc. You know, long-time-no-talk-facebook-message-chit-chat. I asked her how she knew me. She said we used to be in the same church youth group, that she knew my sisters, and she remembered me. The truth is, I have never had sisters, was never involved with a very large church youth group, and I have never even been to Seattle. Obviously, my facebook profile photo had mislead her. She believed I was Philly-G.B. I grew confused. Was I becoming Philly-G.B? Like in “The Tenant”? Impossible. Obviously I am O.G.G.B from SLC by PVD by ITA by NYC in Spartanburg. I told the woman in Seattle that I didn’t mean to pull a prank on her. She never spoke to me again. But now I know that Philly-G.B is a sistered, God-fearing man from Seattle. I deleted my facebook account to bury the shame of embarrassing an innocent woman in Seattle.

I know all this about Philly-G.B but what does Philly-G.B know about me? He doesn’t even know that I exist. Not even that I accidentally put some facebook mack-game on one of his old youth group buddies from back when he was Seattle-G.B.

Or so I thought. Philly-G.B is well aware of what is going on. He has cunningly infiltrated my gmail and my blog and has poisoned it with scams and possible investment opportunities from Unisco. Well played, Philly-G.B. You hack alright. But leave my friends out of this, or your old youth group sweetie in Seattle will become an ostrich with African-elephant ears and chicken legs. She won’t even be able to stand up. That’s right, back off, G.

Claudia will be back with you in the next post, now that I’ve thrown off the scent for Philly-G.B.

Godspeed.

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Le Speesh Blemeesh

December 8th, 2009 by claudia

With respect to the archivists of my life, I give you the now famous Blemeesh Speesh I delivered at TALK20 Spartanburg.  I am posting the original Speesh so those in attendance of TALK20 will notice differences.  For my long distance followers, know that TALK20 is a regimented Lecture Series.  Each participant shows 20 images and speaks for 20 seconds about each, so about 6 minutes total of speaking, which is not nearly enough time.  My subject, The Fall of Erik Blemeesh.  The following images are actually Blemeesh quality but wordpress likes to “format” them or something.

“Some men are allergic to medicority.  Erik Blemeesh is allergic to those men.

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The genius of fashion designer Erik Blemeesh is pungent, rare, and misunderstood. He was unable to achieve greatness in his own time (the mid 2000’s) but we see his influence throughout contemporary fashion.  Looking back can you think of Perfume without thinking of House Blemeesh?  The Answer is no. It is impossible.

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Where do we begin?  We could peer into the foggy alleys of Erik’s childhood in Helsinki, of which he speaks nothing.  But better to find him in his prime, a strapping turtle farmer at 23. Like all messiahs, Erik Blemeesh appeared a fully formed youth with a pant load of ideas and a passport.  He would go on to establish the fashion house Blemeesh in 2002.

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His quintessential ideas manifested in his debut scent; Stepbrother.  Stepbrother ripped the besequined neckerchief off the perfume industry.  Stepbrother is a smell of corruption, intrigue.  An odor to accompany people on their path to wrongness.  The campaign encapsulated concepts that would go on to be essential to Blemeesh’s work.

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The marriage of the royal and the profane, the forbidden, the outfits.  There would be no CK1, no obsession, no harajuku lovers without Stepbrother.  Stepbrother is scent,  is impulse, is everything. Blemeesh himself explains..” Stepbrother is wanting. Stepbrother is No, not here. Stepbrother is a locked door. A barred window.”

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Stepbrother also defined his gripping aesthetic. Blemeesh prepares his audience for the intrigue of the garage, the tragedy of the spare bedroom, the lust of your Aunt’s condo.  He became recognized only amongst the fashion elite, granting him acceptance by the most discerning celebrities.

His next line would draw even more attention.

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The fervor over Stepbrother was nothing compared to the panic over the emergence of LeTurd. The perfume made Blemeesh a household name amongst hair dressers and avant garde shut ins.  Celebrity and pop commentators alike divided on Leturd, some hailing it others demanding an explanation.  Blemeesh had to address the rancour surrounding his groundbreaking scent and created quite a stink when he explained. ‘Leturd is the shame of love.  It is a willing failure.  It is a genetic flaw.  Juliette Binoche is Leturd.”

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Leturd was also groundbreaking for Blemeesh as it is his first experience with his muse “She’s Stefany”.  Blemeesh hailed She’s Stefany as the reason for the success of Leturd, citing her average looks and her remarkable lack of range.  Despite her inspirational role, She’s Stefany only modeled as the face of the Leturd campaign.  It was her first and last modeling role as she quickly succumbed to a tragic addiction to eating.

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The new level of visibility gave Blemeesh an opportunity to express his many perspectives on fashion.  “That looks terrible on you. Never take it off.” was a famous compliment to Alexander McQueen.  He would later chide John Galiano  “That waistcoat, it is poisonous, it is amazing,  tre Blemeesh.”  A low jab considering Galiano was rumored as having copied Blemeesh’s  pattern for an experimental pair of transparent breeches.

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The marginal success of LeTurd lead to the release of LeTurd for men.  Blemeesh further developed his definition of masculinity and expressed it to skeptical audiences.  Around this time it was suspected numerous greats borrowed their most provoking ideas from Blemeesh.  One such instance involved a coffee between Marjan Pejoski and Erik Blemeesh. The next day she designed the swan dress Bjork wore for  her infamous Dancer in the Dark performance.  It is suggested the swan dress was a concept by Blemeesh he deemed not good enough for She’s Stefany.

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The modeling industry felt shunned by Blemeesh’s insistence on using himself and incapable unknowns in place of professional models.  Blemeesh’s runway shows tended to be exclusive unplanned affairs.  He’d debut a whole line of work in an ikea parking lot instead of  choreographing an event.  He claimed to be too impatient for big productions. The fashion press were the last to know.

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It is essential when discussing Blemeesh to indicate his many  muses. Post-Leturd Blemeesh struggled to convey his ideas.  His first muse was himself, which was an eternal source of inspiration.  Despite his attempts he could not fulfill all the necessary scope of the Blemeesh image.  This lead to his working relationship with Shes Stefany.

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She’s Stefany made up for what little he did not possess.  She is Shown here modeling for bed bath and beyond’s failed campaign in Europe.  He recalls seeing her modeling an ad of BOGO on towels, “She was always so Stefany.  She was unable be anything else and her homeliness could not be tamed.”

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When Blemeesh lost She’s Stefany to a career ending 8 pound weight gain, he reached blindly for a replacement.  He discovered Gorta Buuna.  He was astounded by her talent to repulse the viewer and used her skill to debut a new line of perfumes in America.

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So began what would become the renaissance of Blemeesh’s international advertising campaign.  Who could forget the his gritty chic classic “wampire”? A line that all but tortured Karl Lagerfeld into early retirement.

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Wampire was followed by Je’Peg.  Blemeesh hailed it as “Le file format most technologiq of the future. It is about being always so available.  Always waiting and doing things.” It was his first successful collaboration with Gorta Buuna.

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HE LOVE was a tormented crescendo alluding to emotional themes in his later work.  It contrasted so much of the powerful confidence of his early work suggesting hidden softness. “In so many ways I am He Love, it is true.”  he is quoted. “When you cannot sleep, to be haunted, like when you are wanting to go to taco bell but no one will accompany you because it is too late and you are ashamed.”

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At this point Blemeesh’s style was well established. “I am a citizen of the world,” he is quoted as saying ” but mostly Europe.” At last he presented his signature smell Blemeesh by Blemeesh an idea that would later be clumsily emulated as “Gucci by Gucci”. House Blemeesh seemed on the verge of main stream success when the bottom fell out of the luxury market.

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Christmas Odour was a vague attempt at a commercial campaign but came too late for Blemeesh.  His greatest supporters (mostly transgender) abandoned him  in favor of less passionate glamor.  His descent into emotional expressions was an unwelcome change.  The fashion industry would not follow him as he attempted to describe the plights of the human soul.

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Like many so many, Erik Blemeesh was lost in the recession. As of 2008 his talents could no longer sustain him and anyway Target released this line of perfumes called “Smells gone Couture” that all but desecrated his accomplishments.  Distraught he became bedridden.  Pneumonia claimed him in 2009.

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Owiginal

December 4th, 2009 by claudia

Hey hidden treasures.  Ive been something of a hidden myself.  Its the weather. It gives me the SAD.

Tomorrow I will have the BYOA.  Local artists and artisans will be Bringing their (Y?) Own Art to the Leader Building for sell and display.

I will be contributing two things to the event;
Glühwein and Cat paintings.  If you havent tried either you must should!

Glühwein is a German spiced red wine served warm, a traditional Christmas time treat.  I haven’t had any in years and thankfully the Deli Korner had the necessary German spice packets.

Cat Paintings will be framed and priced to move.  I only have four; 3 domestics and a lion.  Its a one time thing.  Im not going to like make cat paintings from now.  Actually I might.

Below is an example.

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The tom cat is looking “outside” and thinking “This is mine. I was born to rule this green. But how will I know justice when I am full of contradiction?  I am so full of love and so full of the need to explode myself on small things.  No one understands me.”

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Chrickens of a Distmas

November 30th, 2009 by claudia

I know.  I haven’t written.  I never write.  My writings reek of obligation.

But you see it is all worth it because tomorrow I am going to be seriously dropping some glitter on Dickens of a Christmas.  Myself and the other AiRs will be reunited in a perfect moment in which we will yet again make for spectacle and/or make a spectacle. Or maybe even make some spectacles.

We will be hand crafting christmas cards from 6-9pm at the Carolina Cash building.  I think we’re selling them.  I cant remember.

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October 18th, 2009 by admin

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A Beautiful Party

October 4th, 2009 by claudia

Sometimes my life feels like garbage but then I remember that no matter what i have a totally achievable back up plan.  If life doesnt work out I am going to move to a trailer park with Ann Flowers.  We will have trailers right next door to each other and we will have coffee together every morning.  I will live in complete undeniable squalor where as Ann’s trailer will probably be beautiful and trinket filled.  We will support ourselves by breeding tropical fish and selling crap we make.  We will casually date men in the landscaping industry and no one will ever have to know that we have MFAs.

To see what some of that crap might look like you should check out her aesthetic.  Ann’s prints and collages explain what happens to pop culture when its contorted by a sensitive imagination.  She is better at upkeeping her blog than I am and its worth a read.

http://abeautifulparty.blogspot.com/

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small soul

September 18th, 2009 by claudia

Special Man died today.  It was sadder than I thought it would be.  We were with eachother through some truly dark times.  He survived four moves of the tank on my travels from Central to Clemson to Greenville and finally Hub-Bub.  There were moments when I could have taken better care of him.  The tank would become clotted with mats of algae, or parasites would infiltrate his slim body.  I tried.

I buried him in the sparser of the two succulents plants in front of Hub-Bub.  His final rites included a couple drops of olive oil, rendering him a tiny filet.  I said a few words to the flat shape in the cup.  Greg, Jonas and Jameelah attended.  The hole was dug with a spoon.  The whole affair lasting maybe 4 minutes.

The tank feels pointless without him.  We actually had a relationship.  Clumsy but benevolent god and devoted acolyte.  He had a dynamic little shape, reminiscent of a dulled exacto bladed.  His greatest attribute was enthusiasm.

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Six Slumber Piles

September 12th, 2009 by claudia

A working title.  Here are more views, taken yesterday, during the SPACE anniversary party.

Greg and I were painting plein air at the event, allowing me to privately spy on reactions to the pieces.  Most people in attendance didn’t know who made the work you see.  Especially not the packs of children that were most vocal in their assessments.

At some point I heard an enthusiastic dialogue from a troop of six year olds to the effect of…

“Oh Look, there’s another one.  Another Bed!”

“Its Creepy!”

“Look, its Creepy! Look!”

“We should come here at night.”

That reaction basically satisfied all of my goals;  Recognizability, perceivable oddness and an imaginative response in which the viewer fantasizes about spending the night in the forest.  I need to invite more six year olds to my openings.

*For Locals- the First four pieces are easily found on the eastern end of Cottonwood Trail near where it meets the Turkey Cut Trail.  They all run along the creek.  The Roommates piece can be found on the right side of the Highlands Trail beyond the Wetlands.

Kunst Fur Uns:

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Kunst fur uns (right)

Lion Head Nap Flag:

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Lionhead (back)

Casper with Claudia and Winston Pillow:

Casper 1

Casper 2

Zebra Stains with Greg Bae Pillow:

Zebra Stains

Roommates:

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roomates 3

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Like I said we also did some good old fashioned plein air painting.  Watercolor for me. I haven’t attempted a plein air watercolor in like 3 years so I really got to know my inability.  It was incredibly relaxing and fun and I intend to return to Cottonwood to recreate the experience.  Below is my attempt to describe a dynamic cluster of tree parts sunken in a creek along the trail.  I believe I would have been able to finish it but all manner of bugs were eating me.

Coinciding with our remedial drawing theme, Greg is teaching a figure class from 2:30-5:30 tomorrow.  I look forward to brushing up.

Murray State Style Grandpa drawing:

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