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Extensionism Origins Volume 0 - Genesis and the future

Hi friends, this has been an extended silent period, but only on the surface. Under the hood, lots going on, but we will get to that in another entry.

My identity, the one that has identified itself as myself is that of a creator - I have been crafting works, in multiple mediums, exhibited at galleries, film festivals & microcinemas for years, and with this windy trail, I’ve always held a staunch focus on ownership. In the last few months, I’ve been thinking of what to do with works that have not found homes or were never intended to find homes. Art is many times an act of nothingness from nothingness, a commitment to the now, by extension, a nonexistent future. When we sober up from the trance, we occasionally think of what now occupies my thoughts.

Keeping my works in a vault is an act of unnecessary attachment, even if demand does not exist. They need a chance to breathe on their own, an untethering if you will. My process has always been forward-oriented so things get forgotten, left in an attic once the wheels start turning again. This is not fair to that which is a consciousness of its own. With newfound clarity, I believe these works desire new homes and at the least, a chance to find independence in semi-permanency.

While I work on the new material, I am releasing some of these spontaneous or archived pieces to make their way onto the internet, locked on-chain. This gives me an opportunity to connect, and also keep my process going.

I have several projects that will go live in the coming months. But first, some 2D art from a collection titled Extensionism Origins Volume 0. There is one genesis piece that was put up as an NFT months prior titled MIKASA 2021, just to test the system. I had no idea what, and if I would pursue this space, full of reservations & equally deep in another project.

I know the arguments against NFTs (& crypto in general) but they do not hold up in my opinion. Not after my own personal alpha/beta involvement, skin in the game & witnessing the joy of community & fun. There are plenty of negatives, of course, they just do not outweigh the positives at this time. We live in a world swallowed by controlling megacorps, but for these few months now, the dream of an alternative has blossomed. A dream is good enough for me. The return of fanzines, access & possibilities.

While the OG genesis piece MIKASA 2021 sits as a 1/1, I will start releasing new drops before the other media goes live. These will not be 1/1’s, but a low edition number with low prices. I want people to access them if they desire, & profits feedback into the lab. For one, I have a feature film that is in post that needs additional funds for finishing. I have a record in post that will benefit from additional funds for finishing, and that is how it goes when you own your work. Fundraising never stops.

My hope is of course that the works are supported & I know that I would have to prove that value in time, but, ultimately, it is a process of letting go. It’s a difficult step to take, shooting as it were into the void. Ultimately, the release signifies a movement away from the past, a rebirth.

With that said, below is <\> ~ = duplicate extensionism, an edition of 5 as an NFT.

l i t t l e m o n s t e r s l i t t l e f r i e n d s - limited prints & original avail

“l i t t l e m o n s t e r s l i t t l e f r i e n d s”
Print run - Edition of 44 in various solid hues. (13”x19” - high-quality archival paper)
Original in black & white ink.
Message for info/purchasing.

l i t t l e m o n s t e r s l i t t l e f r i e n d s - 2019

l i t t l e m o n s t e r s l i t t l e f r i e n d s - 2019

those failing bullet points....

The mind and body work in mysterious ways in the "projects" realm.  One of the best pieces of advice I've ever gotten about life in the arts is that, "your story is never linear".  You cannot force your idea of plot unto the real thing.  And when you do, life is a constant and consistent burden, one that always fails to satisfy, along with falling short of these preexisting narratives.

 

Terrence Malick Yo Momma

Terrence Malick is the silent type.  The myth of the artist who lives on his own terms, without the need to do interviews, photographs, premieres and anything  else having to do with the world outside of his own.  (addendum: fucking spoiled brat)

I respect that.  In a perfect world, that's what I would want.  Or, at least, that's what I thought I wanted.

We live in the extreme opposite of that world nowadays.  Everything now is about connecting.  Everything is about being honest, raw, out in the open.  Dignity separates the attention whores from the sincere.     

If you were like me, one who wished that they could get even a small slice of that Malick land, or even the Daniel Day Lewis world of compartmentalized secrecy, best of luck to you.  

Times have changed, and we don't travel to a place we once were culturally.  No, only time we do that is when we pick up pieces to throw in our post-modern potluck.  It doesn't stay, nor last.

More important however, is that it's not about Malick or Daniel Day Lewis, or anybody.  It's about you.  And your choices. You're under no obligation by some force field of protocols that you need to behave someway to be some idealized version of what YOU SHOULD BE. 

First step, kill your heroes.  Not figuratively.  But really, destroy them.  They are just like you.  They worked hard.  They got some breaks.  

Work hard.  That's what you can control.  Learn.  Do. 

Make your own rules.  (yeah, we got cheesy toward the end, but, I'm on that caffeine 101 and some pent up aggression from losing a rap battle last night)

​Terrence Malick Yo Momma.

​Terrence Malick Yo Momma.

The Good Girl.

She was a good girl.  Full of the ethereal and effortless.  An experiment, named one of Darwinian's favorites.  A winner as far as any society was concerned.  

But, she had secrets.  And without a pass into the frontal lobe, the rest looked just like a lizard.  

"Even the best ones look convoluted on the insides", said a grizzled beast downing his tall can inside a black hole, once.  

"Not always, but sometimes", I fancied.

Be careful when you envy perfection.  

​Image courtesy of the artist, Ali Sabet © 2013

​Image courtesy of the artist, Ali Sabet © 2013

35 YEAR OLD MAN plays at IFF

Just got back from a short trip to SF to catch 35 YEAR OLD MAN screening at the 5th annual Iranian Film Festival.  I did miss my screening as usual, but catch the tail end of the program.   I meet Saeed Shafa, the festival director (he also runs a few other festivals), whom was a very cordial and nice man, from my brief estimation.  This has become a very literal update.  And, here is an obligatory picture from the Bay Area.

A nice picture, with a nice filter.​

A nice picture, with a nice filter.​