A World Without Categories...Art Is Why I Get Up in the Morning...You?

An S.O.S.: Calling Upon All Angels

Joy Matters*

*Passion & Compassion*

Seek out, seek in...always seeking, always on a journey to bridge the world within with the world around.

Knowing that so many are hurting and alone when there is no need.

If we could just pause long enough to turn the tide.

We are a force of nature because we are nature.

Even when the oil runs dry, the sun will still fuel us. All the panic takes us further away from our natural state, our connection to the creative force, and to the brilliant power of simply being alive. 

Enjoy the ocean if you can and work toward it.

I aim to use my time to add to the creative rather than destructive forces vying for the Earth's resources.

I have found over a million Earth angels on the same mission: to create sustainable beauty out of life.

Let this be a prelude and not the exception.

I honor the lights of this great city as a power point for change, as the center of art, and as a vine of near-ripe revolutionaries.

Artists, women, good people of the Earth rising: rise some more. 

*Revolution begins with personal evolution...

Bless & Be Blessed*

Friday, November 28, 2008

love is all over the place — there is nothing wrong with your face...

Late night, working all night again, working all week long. almost finished creating the sales page. ah, finding ways to fund the revolution within from without...and vice versa. half of us are dying from a lack of means while the other half are dying from a lack of meaning...trying to create some sort of win-win - something for us all...here late at night....

i was seeking inspiration or distraction. i drew this card. i liked the message. thought i would share...

a toast to the rebel in us all.


Osho Zen Tarot : Major Arcana

4. The Rebel

The Rebel
People are afraid, very much afraid of those who know themselves. They have a certain power, a certain aura and a certain magnetism, a charisma that can take out alive, young people from the traditional imprisonment....

The enlightened man cannot be enslaved - that is the difficulty - and he cannot be imprisoned....Every genius who has known something of the inner is bound to be a little difficult to be absorbed; he is going to be an upsetting force. The masses don't want to be disturbed, even though they may be in misery; they are in misery, but they are accustomed to the misery. And anybody who is not miserable looks like a stranger.

The enlightened man is the greatest stranger in the world; he does not seem to belong to anybody. No organization confines him, no community, no society, no nation.

Osho: The Zen Manifesto: Freedom from Oneself: Chapter 9

The powerful and authoritative figure in this card is clearly the master of his own destiny. On his shoulder is an emblem of the sun, and the torch he holds in his right hand symbolizes the light of his own hard-won truth.

Whether he is wealthy or poor, the Rebel is really an emperor because he has broken the chains of society's repressive conditioning and opinions. He has formed himself by embracing all the colors of the rainbow, emerging from the dark and formless roots of his unconscious past and growing wings to fly into the sky. His very way of being is rebellious - not because he is fighting against anybody or anything, but because he has discovered his own true nature and is determined to live in accordance with it. The eagle is his spirit animal, a messenger between earth and sky.

The Rebel challenges us to be courageous enough to take responsibility for who we are and to live our truth.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

giving thanks...

And each person is such an infinite mystery, inexhaustible, unfathomable, that it is not possible that ever you can say that "I have known her," or, "I have known him." At the most you can say, "I have tried my best, but the mystery remains a mystery." In fact the more you know, the more mysterious the other becomes.
Then love is a constant adventure....

*I am thankful for love: in my life and all around me.

thank you to every person and every pool of possibility that has been my life.

thank you for the shared heart-ache and struggle, thank you for the laughter and the moments in between all the big moments - all the moments that count seem to be the ones we are not counting.

thank you to all the revolutionaries who have been fighting the good fight with gratitude in their hearts year round. thank you to all of the people not going shopping tomorrow. thank you to all of those finding god before and in themselves without needing the ugly stories of our history books to make this day something special. just a day to give thanks.

I am thankful for my new president: watch this video - it makes me thankful.

I am thankful for family, for community, roots, growth, for everyone I have ever known and have yet to know.

I am thankful for the breath in my lungs and my desire to evolve. I am thankful for morning and for night...and for the light that seeps from us while we are sleeping.

I am thankful that we always can move into what is happening with fresh eyes. I am grateful for the many rebirths I have had in this single lifetime.

Today I pray for all living beings, for Mother Earth and Father Sky, for the best and the worst in us. I pray that the glimpse of global joy that we have recently received continues forward into a world that learns to celebrate together with as much passion and drive as we have learned to fight against each other.

Everything is waiting for us to dream it - everything is waiting for us to dare it. Everything is everything and anything is better than nothing. so be thankful. just be greatful.

I tell myself this daily. And to all those I have hurt - to the friendships in peril - with sunita, ziad and allison - so much healing is needed. time that we don't seem to have or be able to catch-up with. well, the time is coming. I am so grateful. so thankful for what we share...even when we have our differences. even when we are at our worst cause I am in it for the long haul - for better, for worse, in sickness and in health.

I am grateful.


Monday, November 17, 2008

voting as an aphrodisiac: cause nothing is more sexy than giving a fuck...

I have a long piece of writing to add here...coming soon. I am still caught-up in the moment - in myself.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

An Unprecedented Event Peaks on Waves of Emotions

Published: November 5, 2008

You had to watch, and if you couldn’t watch you had to hear.

In this election for the ages, Albert Watson, 56, was the doorman stuck with the night shift on Tuesday evening at an apartment building on East 96th Street in Manhattan — no television, no radio, no smartphone or smart anything, a man starved of information on this night of all nights.

He had to know.

Joanna Gunderson, 76, from the 12th floor, recognized this, and she padded down and told him about Indiana. His friend from church, Faith Murray, who was home glued to the television in the Bronx, called him frequently with feeds. Here she was with news of 16 states deposited in the Obama column, his man on the way.

As the desired verdict was reached, Mr. Watson knew he was going to “be drinking all kinds of Champagne tomorrow.” He savored the moment. He said, “Today is a date to be glad and rejoice.”

At last, when the stampede of polls and blogged opinions and phone-bank calls no longer mattered and it was a done deal, supporters of Senator Barack Obama arrayed everywhere from a Las Vegas casino to an Iowa supermarket to a call center in Gurgaon, India, exulted with jubilation and abundant relief.

For Senator John McCain’s backers, it was no longer possible to bank on comebacks and upsets. Spin finally stood still. The underdog would remain just that.

In an energized election heavily draped in symbolism, response was particularly emotive at settings already permanently encased in history’s glow. At the Ebenezer Baptist Church in Atlanta, the home church of the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., a “Watch Night” was accompanied by a candlelight vigil across the street at the crypt where Dr. King is buried.

“It’s just like a new world,” said Leroy Johnson, 80, a former state senator who was a year behind Dr. King at Morehouse College. “It’s a new life.”

The quadrennial institution of election-watching reached something of a frenzied pinnacle. Just about everyone felt compelled to see the concluding moments of this exhausting and exhaustive narrative unfurl — state by state, talking head by talking head.

Throngs of parties and events bubbled throughout the country, almost colliding into one another. Updates turned up everywhere.

At the Izod Center in the Meadowlands, where the New Jersey Nets were hosting the Phoenix Suns, the most raucous applause came not from dunks but from half-hourly election dispatches beamed on the Jumbotron. When Pennsylvania fell to Mr. Obama, the crowd erupted, clapping their thunder sticks together. During timeouts, even the players looked.

Parties were de rigueur at college campuses, where any election (or actually, anything) qualifies as adequate reason to party.

At the Sykes Student Union at West Chester University in West Chester, Pa., the election event was choreographed to be lively. Hence offerings like pin the tail on the donkey/elephant. Hence have a picture taken with McCain and Obama (18 Obama, 2 McCain). Students were urged to dress as their candidate for the chance at “awesome prizes.”

Once victory was projected, students mounted tables, hugged and chanted, “Obama, Obama.”

“This broke the back of racial politics,” said a tearful Marc Fauntleroy, 21.

Matt Whittall, 18, an accounting major and McCain supporter, felt that too many potential McCain voters on campus had been overwhelmed by Democratic “propaganda.”

As pursuit of the highest office tends to do, the scalding campaign had singed certain relationships. At the East Ridge Retirement Village in Cutler Bay, Fla., dinner is communal, starting at — yes — 4:15 p.m., hard on the heels of Happy Hour. In recent weeks, some Obama and McCain supporters had insulated themselves at separate tables, politics overwhelming shared interests in golf, bridge and the best foot ointments.

It was that way again on Tuesday, residents migrating to candidate-pure tables as drinks and later beef stew and maple-glazed turkey were served. At her table, Patricia Bayer, 85, announced that she had voted for Mr. McCain, prompting Frances McClure, 74, who had voted for Mr. Obama, to exclaim, “What? I’m out of here.”

And she was.

Stomachs satisfied, everyone repaired to their units to watch. The McCain voters, like Barbara Sims, 79, and her husband Robert Sims Sr., 86, knew it could be a short and sour evening. This would not be another 2000, when the sun came out, breakfast was served and the election firmly entered the Twilight Zone.

The Simses could take only so much. When Ohio was called, Mr. Sims said, “Forget it.” He went to walk the dog.

Reporting was contributed by Yolanne Almanzar, Lisa A. Bacon, Dan Bilefsky, Nick Bunkley, Ana Facio Contreras, Thayer Evans, Steve Friess, C.J. Hughes, Jon Hurdle, Hari Kumar, Christopher Maag, Rachel Pomerance, Joel D. Stonington and Jennifer Seter Wagner.

A version of this article appeared in print on November 5, 2008, on page P11 of the New York edition.

uncensored waves of excitement...

On Wed, Nov 5, 2008 at 11:02 AM, kortney ryan ziegler wrote:

10:32 AM kortney: dude. we have a black president!
10:33 AM me: i know i am watching his speech again right now
it is amazing
kortney: its incredible
me: everyone in nyc was celebrating-
kortney: but they banned gay marriage in ca
10:34 AM me: i went to soho and harlem
kortney: yeah here in chicago too---obviously
i didn't go to the rally--too many people
do you think better things will happen here now?
me: yes
i really do
not because of him but because of how people have to change
10:35 AM kortney: me too
me: last night all these straight latino men came up and apologized for being homophobic and how obama had taught them to be more open minded
10:36 AM men where shooting for a female president next
strangers were buying each other drinks
kortney: :-)
me: it is so fucking crazy
kortney: i think we will have a female prez next
10:37 AM me: for sure
kortney: or a queer one
you're right--people have to change
peoples mind sets have to
he swept the election---it wasn't even close
me: it was a land slide
10:38 AM even white males, even everybody- you should have seen it here
it was bigger than new year's
10:39 AM i think it broken open the new future-
kortney: thats why the world won't end in 2012
me: everyone knows it is not just about him but we all beat the big white big christian beast-
kortney: yeah everyone here was crying and shit
me: it is the first jew vp
kortney: white dudes hugging each other
joe biden is jewish?
i didn't know
10:40 AM all prezzies have been anglo-saxon christians!
me: because it is that dumb church white christian shit and people are done with it
- i know
kortney: hell yeah
kortney: i think people are tired of being sick, having relatives killed or kill innocent people, losing their homes, feeling scared
10:41 AM me: do you know i just went out to get coffee with yuki and all these kids where cheering that they were ready to fight for everyone's rights - chanting it
10:43 AM kortney: :-)
me: in harlem there has been battle after battle between latino and blacks and last night i watched the speech in a barber shop and the blacks and latinos were toasting with champagne
kortney: i think the kids won the election though
all of em are so into the internet
me: saying they vowed not to fight any loner
kortney: i mean youngsters---who can vote
how crazy it must be to be a kid right now and grow up with a black prezident
me: i know
10:44 AM did you see how happy his beautiful girls look
can you imagine the old people who lived in segregation
10:45 AM can you imagine how crazy a leap this is- it is so beautiful
it is the first time i feel like the shit they have always said we are fighting for is real
kortney: i actually felt like, in a way, democracy worked yesterday
i felt good voting
10:46 AM people look at me different on the street now
they have to
our leader looks like me...
me: hahah i am crying it is so amazing
it is true
i feel like i have to bow down to every black person i see
every person i see
10:47 AM that we are all on level ground for the first time
it is weird
i know you may think i am being weird right now and i am sorry if it is unrefined of me but this is so huge
10:48 AM i feel excited for everybody to have a voice that we may have something other than this dictatorship
kortney: no it's amazing
it's fucking amazing
i can't believe after over 450 years
10:49 AM its funny cuz i was watching all the news shows and all these white dudes were stuttering
it's like they wanted it to happen, but now that it actually has, i think they're like..."oh shit!"
me: ha it just has to blow wide open
they chanted for change and now it is coming
10:50 AM what is it like when people look at you?
10:51 AM kortney: iono
just different i think
they have to
me: but people keep smiling right - like a bow
10:52 AM i feel like people are trying to pay respect in the way they look at people of color now - not just black and white
10:53 AM kortney: true
me: i am going to go out in a bit and take more pictures
kortney: i'm in the library. i have to study
me: i am working with liz abzug who is his chief feminist advisor
kortney: btw michigan now has medicinal marijuana laws
me: what president has chosen a feminist advisor
kortney: i saw gloria steinem on tv today
10:54 AM me: what did she say
kortney: she is excited pretty much
what else could she say, right?
10:55 AM everyone is excited
its like south africa and nelson mandela
me: i know
kortney: anyways
i gotta get going to get that phd, ya know, cuz i could be president one day
me: last night was a break in apartheid
you could and should be.
i am your number one fan
10:56 AM you are brilliant
all you have ever done is brilliant
i loved seeing you in nyc
i am so proud of your movie, your art, your mind and your soul
kortney: and people all over the world now have to see our country differently
you know how many people are gonna come visit now
10:57 AM me: it's all up from here - we are alive right now for a reason!!
we are alive in this time for a reason.
i say this over and over- it is what keeps me going
10:58 AM kortney: yeah!
me: i love you, may you have many great visitors
may you make films
honey, i have a ton of work too
but i am going out to shoot right now
kortney: may you take awesome photos of this event
me: i think you need to go film
kortney: did you get good ones last night??
me: put it into one of your movies in the tv background
10:59 AM or something
kortney: i want to get a newspaper but they are all gone. it's ok. the internet is still here!
haha yeah huh
me: yeah but i think you should go out
this moment will never come again
take in all the energy you can while it is out on the streets
11:00 AM anyway, good luck with your day however you take it?
kortney: i'm studying
i have papers to grade and class tomorrow
life goes on
11:01 AM although i feel a bit better about being alive today
it feels good
me: just grade them in the corner coffee shop
it is everywhere
kortney: haha yeah
i'm at northwestern law school
11:02 AM i felt i should come here just to be black
me: i love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! take the fuck over
kortney: i love you too!
me: enjoy the ride. no more need to hide your tattoos
11:03 AM kortney: you'd better be getting some fucking dope photos
me: i am on the way - mission 90
kortney: and now my film will be even more controversial and popular
thanks obama!
me: now people will appreciate my photos of the protest more - thank you obama
11:04 AM kortney: :-)
me: oxox
i was just spelling wrong because i was rushing
kortney: haha ok
talk to you later
me: there were no hidden messages there. just 3rd time's a charm
11:05 AM ok

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Portland: On Thursday the 16th of October, we hope you will join us...Bless and be blessed.

Hello All: I just flew from New York to Portland for this wonderful night of art and healing.

Please do join us. Let's make this a special evening of healing and love.

All my best,


Come Join Us this Thursday in PORTLAND, Ore. For beautiful music, art & purpose. All proceeds go to the Jenny Love MS Angel Fund. Thank you. Bless*



Sept 25, 2008

Contact: Allison Kramer, Studio 79, (503) 867-1713
Taurmani Fentress, (503) 937-8882




Portland, Ore.---It is an event and an invitation highlighting the influential and poetic work of photographer Allison Kramer, photographer/activist Layla Love with spoken word artist Climbing PoeTree. In this time of crisis, we attack compliancy and come together, not only to save what freedoms we are now afforded, but also to work to gain back our rights to health, happiness, and community. The event is October 16th, 2008 at the Olympic Mills Commerce Center, located at 107 SE Washington St. Portland, Ore.

"Change is the Only Constant" is a culmination of work by various acclaimed artists, working with different mediums towards a common goal. Realizing that at this time in our national and global history, it is imperative to work together for the welfare of our community, rather than to rely on forces outside of this sphere to care take for us, they have come together to illustrate the beauty of our world through the hardships and the joys found in it. This work inspires audiences to become active participants, part of the creation and the outcome. The effects of the evening are further deepened by the dedication of profits to the Jenny Love MS Foundation, a non-for profit working towards a cure for Multiple Sclerosis.

Layla Love works both as an artist and as a muse, using art as a method of treatment. Dystonia, a physically crippling disease has given her a unique outlook on and passion for life. Since childhood, Love has adopted the camera, both as a subject and an artist, as her greatest source of strength and solace. For her life has an undeniable impetus to be lived to the fullest. Reveling with the masses and the esteemed alike, Love's admirers and subjects range from public figures to the more personal next-door neighbors and friends. Her life embodies a fusion between a photojournalistic approach -an activist dedicated to providing a bank of images for the revolutionaries to draw upon- to a woman who is a force of nature, living as an example to artists and her community at large of one who is unafraid to embrace and to exhibit all that life has to offer.

Accomplished photographer Allison Kramer is known for her photo-essayist approach to photography. The intimacy and multi-layered knowledge that this approach allows, is demonstrated in this exhibit of the most intimate, joyful, and fearful moments of Layla Love's journey, shown in all of its beautiful and brutal power. Kramer, through photographs that span years and highlight the most poignant of moments, in an ever-changing environment of hospitals, homes, lovers, and movements, allows us to not just witness, but to share in this most remarkable of lives. Allison Kramer's art is impossible to witness from the outside; it pulls the audience in, creating an event where the line between subject and artist, between audience and participant, is continually challenged and evolving.

Climbing PoeTree, consisting of poets Alixa and Naima, use spoken word to voice their hearts. They are brilliant examples of what we can create and become, when living up to our greatest purpose. Their work combines with their dedication to the creation and execution of hurricane relief efforts, making them an inspiration to anyone who witnesses the moving message brought forth by this dynamic duo. They live by their motto: Art is our weapon, our medicine, our voice, and our vision. Alixa & Naima will bring their skill, their passion and their dedication to social change, enlivening and inspiring the audience.

The scope of this exhibit reflects the various backgrounds and passions of its participants, though the dedication to brave 'over' exposure is a common thread through all demanding that we all strive towards accountability, unable to deny the challenges that we now face. This is art in its truest form, that which touches us and moves us towards that which we know we are capable of becoming. It is a unique and empowering evening, full of art, inspiration, and community.

This exhibit is a one night only event, showing at the Olympic Mills Commerce Center, 107 SE Washington St. Portland, Or, 97214 and will begin at 6pm.

All proceeds from the show will go towards the Jenny Love MS Foundation. It is a suggested donation of $10 and there will be a silent auction at the event.

Space provided by Working Artists Network, an organization working towards creating an empowering environment for creative professionals, emerging or established, whose work fuses art, business and social contribution. Working Artists Network is an invaluable resource for those looking to live a life based on creation, participation and change. For more information on Working Artists Network, please visit www.workingartistsonline.com

Artists Websites:

Allison Kramer

Layla Love

Climbing PoeTree

For further information, sponsorship opportunities, and all other inquiries: Please contact

Studio 79, Artist Management Services: Studio 79 or Taurmini Fentress at Studio79: taurmini@gmail.com

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Portland Bound: To all of you in the Northwest, my favorite region...



OCTOBER 16TH, 2008


This is a time of crisis, when it is necessary to determine if we are on the brink of World War III or the dawning of a new and improved way of life. Ours is a grassroots mission, united in the fight not only to preserve our remaining freedoms, but also to birth a whole new era of consciousness.

Layla has been dedicating the forces of her work into funding the natural healing process of her mother who has Multiple Sclerosis. At the same time, she remains true to her commitment to create a visual-aid bank for other artists, such as Climbing PoeTree and other non-profits who need images for web-sites, grant writing, auctions, articles, and gallery spaces.

Allison Kramer is a documentary photographer who gains a personal level of access into the most intimate and fearful moments of Layla Love's journey. Allison has been a dedicated journalist in this five-year (and running) coverage of Layla's life - in and out of hospitals, homes, and movements. She also has initiated the founding of the Jenny Love MS Angel Fund. Both Allison and Layla believe that through art we can transform the grittiest depths of reality into a meaningful source of inspiration.

Using spoken word to voice their hearts, Climbing PoeTree are brilliant examples of what we can create and become when living up to our greatest purpose. Their dedication to the creation and execution of hurricane relief efforts is an inspiration to anyone who witnesses the moving message brought forth by this dynamic duo. Alixa and Naima of Climbing PoeTree's motto is: Art is our weapon, our medicine, our voice, and our vision. They have spread this message with beauty and grace in nearly thousand shows across the nation, along with international tours.

Alixa and Naima performed during the opening night of Allison and Layla's New York premiere “Representing Women” last summer at the World Culture Open Center in Chelsea. It proved to be an inspirational and moving performance. Last year's exhibit was also the first fundraising event for the Jenny Love MS Angel Fund.

Allison and Layla began working together in London where they met at University and collaborated, on films and photography shows. They have since traveled throughout regions of the Middle East, Australia, Asia, and across the US, and have been featured on news programs, radio, and print media.

It is with great pleasure that we bring the performance, the art, and the intent out West - to the nation's most beautiful region. Now is the time we must come together more than ever. We urge you to celebrate with us, offering what support, press, and perspective you have.

This is not a time to hold back. Now we must leap front and center to create occasions that leave viewers not only visually stimulated and aurally satisfied, but also assist the active audience to find the fire in their own belly. It is a time for all of our stories and all of our testimonials to be voiced.

In an effort to get everyone involved in this project, Climbing PoeTree will provide fabric for audience members to scribe their own prayer, wish, and action, and include it in their ongoing project titled S.T.I.T.C.H.E.D. (Stories, Testimonies, Intentions, Truths, Confessions, Healing, Expressions, and Dreams). It is meant to “Create a future by rewriting our histories.”

Layla and Allison will also be taking pictures of people in the room - not specifically for event coverage but as interactive art. The project evolves as it unfolds - throughout the multidimensional actions within one evening.

Illustrating her experiences with the US healthcare system and the need to change it, Layla will be giving a 45 minute presentation using a story board of photographs and projections of images from her book, “We Are Never the Same Person Twice.”

Allison will be providing the viewers with rich and often challenging images; raw yet classic in nature. The juxtaposition of these two women is not one you might expect to work. It has been a long hard road and there have been fireworks as each tries to achieve their own respective visions. This is our time to celebrate this collaboration with you.

Thank you for your time and consideration. We plan to give all we have to this moment. We are happy to provide any further details, and are open to all suggestions and possibilities.

Bless and be blessed...

Saturday, September 6, 2008

I will be displaying images from the movement, adding a gallery show, and contributing to the silent auction. Please join me in this most worthy event

Please attend this inspiring, fire-fueling, love-filled, art-rich event. If you cannot make it, send your good vibes and celebrate the living angels all around you. So that we may rise in joy and passion to the dawning of an ever brighter day...

*This image is of Liz Abzug and myself by Allision Kramer. The details of the event are posted below...

Hope to see you there.



Thursday, September 4, 2008

Love in Training: Inspired by Ms. Liz Abzug and the possibility of FREEDOM ON OUR TERMS*

I was so inspired by the Freedom on Our Terms Convention, made possible thanks to Ms. Liz Abzug. The event commemorates the work of her mother, Bella, and the tens of thousands of women present at the 1977 Houston Convention. The event also continues to bring the wave forward by getting a bunch of new youth ready for the mighty task that stands before us.

In this video you can see the words are raw and unrehearsed, but it is all a matter of just raising our voices, and bringing them together no matter how afraid we might be of the the power and beauty that lie within. Now is the time - today is the moment. Let us all stand together and come close. Preserve the work done by our mothers, maintain the work done by ourselves...and stand for the work that is sure to be done by our daughters.

Please join me in supporting the next wonderful event brought to you by the Bella Abzug Leadership Institute.

BALI First Annual Awards Fundraiser — The Bella Award and Bella-Fella Award

We will hold our first awards fundraiser at the beautiful CITY HALL Restaurant located downtown in TRIBECA at 131 Duane Street (between Church and West Broadway) on Tuesday, September 16th, from 6:30pm to 8:30pm.

This year we will honor Erica Forman, Esq. and partner at Bryan Cave LLP as the very first award recipient of the “Bella Award” for her outstanding leadership as Chair of the BALI Board of Directors and someone who was there from the very beginning helping to form and create our organization and Institute.

The first Bella Fella Award will be awarded to one of our very strongest male supporters, Hon. Council Member and Chair of the New York City Council Finance Committee, David Weprin.

Come meet new and old friends of BALI and some “star” leaders, surprise guests and all sorts of fun supporters.

We will offer some great Hors d’oeuvres and wine as well as a cash bar.

The levels of supporters are the following:

TOP HAT - $500.00

FEDORA - $400.00


BERET - $200.00

BEANIE - $150.00

Of course students and moderate income supporters will also be welcome at a much reduced fee.

You can contribute and pay to attend this event by going to the Donate page on our web site and paying by any credit card on PayPal. Or you can reserve a ticket(s) for the event by leaving your name and number on our BALI event event reservation line: 212-346-9699.

Women Against Anti-woman Women

I was born the year of the Houston Convention where tens of thousands of women and good people gathered for the rights of women.

Freedom on OUR Terms! I have been riding the wave since birth, through its highs and its lows. And now my heart sinks deeper than ever before. Wow! What a terror! I read the front page of a newspaper that claims, "The issue of the glass ceiling is SOLVED!"

With Palin, everything that we have fought so hard for has gone terribly wrong. Misogynist pigs are laughing at us right now - oh, so you want to see a woman in office...well, we won't let you have one who speaks her own mind and fights for the rights of women everywhere, but we will provide you with a shadow of a nightmare wrapped in female form. Those assholes found the most anti-woman woman ever in an effort to bolster patriarchy. I will not accept your offering, Republicans. I not only decline, I refuse to live in a nation run by monsters - male or female.

Any person who hunts, kills, sends their own child into a heartless, unjust war threatens all my rights as a woman. Palin is not a person I want anywhere near the law-making process - let alone at the top where most checks and balances have already been eradicated.

I have the same kind of sickening fear in the pit of my stomach as I did four years ago...and 4 years before that. But now the face of evil is that of a woman who aims to re-flame the cycle of witch-hunting and is willing to wage war on her fellow women's bodies, our choice to love, as well as the separation of church and state that this nation was founded upon.

We must unite as women to say we support and celebrate those with politics that support us.

The sad thing is I really feel that all those white male Republicans - who have said countless sexist remarks about Hillary - are just thinking to themselves, "Look at this dumb blow-up doll of a woman! She is going to bring the big prize home to daddy like a good little girl."

This is truly a time of golden crisis...a time when good peace-loving people, animal rights and human rights activists alike, and even Mother Earth herself is at risk. This will not only have devastating effects upon America but on the entire world, which is already in deep in peril.

I will be praying with all my heart and soul as well as working with every resource I have to counteract this grim possibility.

I have faith in us still. The darkest hour is before the dawn. A new day is possible - not only possible but eminent. We are moving either toward the best moment: the millennial awakening or we are returning to the Dark Ages - and the dawn will belong to another generation.

I am ready for the breaking open of skies and the coming forward of light. I am ready for it now.

United We Stand.

This is my plea: that we all do all we can in this moment to bring forth all of our light.

May the healing and revolution come wide and deep.

I offer my whole life to the fight for women's equality. I live for it and I am willing to die on the frontlines for it. I pray it never comes to that, but I am willing nonetheless. That is how passionately I feel about the goddess within us all, the bearers of life. It is very disheartening for me to see a woman like Palin in a place of power. I feel so deeply hurt and betrayed.

But they will not succeed in their divisive tactics. I will never surrender the rights of my body, of who I choose to love, of equal pay for equal work, for the protection of Mother Earth, for the protection of every living being.

May we all do all we can to help birth the dawning of a new day.

-peace, love and other good things,


Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

50-city Tour: Join us please - The Women who are changing our world for the better - love to the revolution - all the sweat, tears, joy, and time...

Hurricane Season Tour

This is a wonderful tour. I have been blessed enough to be involved in photographing, building, and documenting for this monumental vision as it comes to life. We are coming to a city near you. Please join in the moment and in the movement.

*Revolution begins with personal evolution.
*I love every one of these women and the vision therein*

Kisses to the soul...


Love for Hurricane Season

Sarah Palin will NEVER have my vote.

My heart almost dropped through my stomach. I was walking around the Lower East Side late night - trying to get some air after working an 18-hour day. My eyes glanced down and there was one paper that read, "The issue of the glass ceiling is solved."


A fishing-hunting-NRA member who goes to bed every night with the oil industry is all I see in this woman.

Just because she is a woman, does not mean she gets one ounce of my respect. No Republican gets respect from me. No one who advocates the killing of innocent animals, people, war mongering, or oil drilling gets my respect. This world is falling apart at the seams thanks to greedy, murdering oil guzzlers. They have no consideration for life beyond the white walls of white America. And just because this KKK member has a cunt and a big smile to hide the devil within, she is not fooling me.

Let us be clear: McCain does not give a fuck about women. When Hillary Clinton - a MUCH more qualified woman was running for office - he avowed to 'beat the bitch.' He is a hell raiser and a fucking piece of shit who wants to destroy any chance this world has of beauty and resurrection.

If you vote for these two, you vote America into the grave.

# If Obama's magnificent DNC speech didn't make you fall even more in love with him, how about checking out McCain's SERIOUS screw up "CBS Edits McCain's Whopper Out of Broadcast" (w/original video) on YouTube. On a more grown-up note, Sarah Palin is grody. McCain's awful running mate is Anti-Gay, Anti-Abortion, Pro-Gun. She loves fur coats, hearts Moose Burgers, and is an Evangelical Christian who believes that Creationism should be taught in schools. She is TOTALLY our cup of tea. (Anyone have a noose so we can hang ourselves if we have to call her our VP?!). Of course nothing is more interesting than Campbell Brown calling her out. This is the MySpace page of the teenage boy who impregnated her daughter. That's an articulate kid!

Saturday, August 16, 2008

the first time i turned on the TV in over a year...

*being roped up by the tube - escaping virtual enslavement- concept my own- images by Allison Kramer.

wow - first of all, let me say: fuck.

i do not have enough time to write as much as i would like to about the last three hours. in fact, i could write volumes on every 30 seconds and what affect it is having on life on earth.

quick observations:

1. DRUGS (prescription or otherwise): should not run at all...let alone in every other commercial - prescriptions, cosmetics, food, and sex - manufactured everything- everything polished and air brushed to the point that many of the commercials use virtual people - these have cartoon cyborg 'sluts' selling raisins - fucking raisins - little shriveled up dried out grapes, which yes are a good source of fiber but so high in sugar. and this cyber chick suggests that maybe eating these grapes will land you a roll in Hollywood or at least a porn - the line is thin enough these days that it barely matters...

And the birth control ads - get rid of the 'curse' using this Christan propaganda. whatever happened to the red tent? what every happened to the sacredness of being a woman? of having the power to create life? to bleed and to nourish the earth? this sacred blood that sheds from my womb - giving me time to rest - to feel all of my emotions - to exercise away cramps- to breathe through it - to learn to love being a woman - to learn to love being an animal - it is the full moon - i will dance all night. i love bleeding during the full moon. it is the most powerful way for me to feel my connection to mother earth. These ads were literally telling women to "beat' mother nature - to trick her - to fill our bodies with artificial hormones that can kill. and then while you are at it why don't you have your chest cut open and fill your beautiful natural breasts with some oversized balls of poison? go on cut yourself wide open - no one minds the blood dripping from your breasts. then put lots of chemicals onto your hair that seep into your brain. then go out and get laid - do it. do it fast - make a splash. everybody wants to be seen - this is voyeurs bullshit. the more polished on the outside - often the less polished on the inside. i want to shine from within.

use, be sexy, healthy, sassy, and fun. but fuck all the beauty bullshit just to be some whore on display - just to be another blow-up doll. fuck that - celebrity/reality/America's worst strongest load of shit yet. and more than half the world is dying.

mean while real love is being lost and found.
mean while there are ways - so many ways - for you to be happy without any pills
mean while we can wake-up and tell them to fuck off
mean while we should be reclaiming our bodies and our sanity.

I will not put anything into my body that has chemicals added to it - or onto my body - same thing because the skin breathes.

I will not buy things that are not fair trade and organic. I will not have 50 pairs of shoes and a million and one little bits and pieces cluttering up my life.

I will not use paper that is not recycled.

Ah but all of these good things cost extra - I realize. and right now I AM ACTUALLY HOMELESS - roaming- trying to find the right ways to build this personal revolution without slipping into the thousands of temptations that stand in my path - some of them more tempting that others...but the vices are everywhere. It is near impossible to find integrity in these times...any sense of loyalty and understanding - loyalty beyond sex and money.

Understand that we have a value that is much greater.

much much greater and more beautiful than anything glowing off that screen - I promise.


I did not even make it past observation number one about the world's favorite little pacifier.

Now I must stop this and find some honorable ways to make the money I need to make room for a voice without sponsorship - a voice that is my own. Right and wrong do not exist - just ideas - and I am driven to share mine.

Happy Saturday Morning. I was in bed at midnight on a Friday in New York City - pretty good - not a single drink. I barely drink anymore. feels better. then I wake-up naturally with the sun only to see the nightmare created by these glowing little monsters that seem to be invited into almost every home - so crazy to me.


//not that some movies/docs/media is not also wonderful, great, and enlightening- but unless you have a willpower of steel and refuse to even flutter past all the junk in between, I suggest throw the life sucker out the window. Or better yet, have it disposed of properly. these things are full of lead and poison that is going to be killing the earth and life on earth for even longer than your eyes can stay glued.

Monday, August 11, 2008

she has won my heart, mind, and soul

this fierce and beautiful woman found me sad and shaking in a back alley. she has brought me back to life and given me hope in the good of people, the realness, that purity I was searching for in a world of so much glitter...but all that glitters is not gold...I have found through trial and error. but this woman, this creator, has brought me back to a place of hope. it feels nice to believe in someone so deeply.

love is possible.
realness still exists.

there is hope for us all
to shine.

to breath deep, to make the commitment to take it deep, and then deeper, to really plant and sow, honor and understand.

I feel so lucky to be growing the garden of life with this wonder, this shining star*

thank you,
thank you,
a million times.

bless and be blessed.


celebrating the life of a snow-queen-punk-angel who has all of my heart*

*she has an aliveness that I celebrate, a beauty that heals, an openness that leaves me in awe. She is soft and as individualistic as a snow flake yet as sharp as a sword. She has my heart open and my armor down. I celebrate her being alive and the privilege of being part of her life.

happy birthday ms. queen bee. happy birthday wonderful goddess. let the magic spin within you until it lifts us out of here like a big harvest moon, orange and warm.

the world is ours to play in. ours to love in. ours to care about and incite revolution for. ours to disappear from into the open waves. sail away with me. let us search out the paradise within.

like always and like never before.

i will meet you under the mango tree.

all my love.


Wednesday, February 20, 2008

donna: behind every strong woman there is another strong woman

My wolf-eyed queen. I remember seeing you for the first time, walking down the halls of that great British monastery in your Italian leather thigh-high boots. I remember women's studies class became like a holiday in which we would raise our hands faithfully like good old patriots raise the flag. Breaking into offices to do more work at 4am when the library had closed. Laughing at almost everyone all the time and loving it. Ah, ten years ago — ah, now 12 years ago. Shelves have landed on my head. You almost scared my Californian lover to death with your earthquake-causing romps. I have been pregnant with your love-child, been married to you. You put me on the New York VIP list, and ever since I have been in love with the wit, the charms, the brains, the unpolished perfection of laughter gone wild, lived free and open...

Let's do it all together. Yeah, let's do it all imperfectly.

To the queen of love letters and the details of words, the secrets of my depths are entrusted to you, my love.

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It's 5am. I just got off the phone with one of the world's most famous beauties. She is stunning, really — one of those people who looks as enchanting at 2am with smeared eyeliner and boxers as they do on the silver screen and glossy magazine covers. Ah, the fiction of it all, the fantasy wrapped-up in the empty calories of strangers' sperm. How much we swallow in one lifetime. Me, drinking from the sweet rivers of a woman's nectar. How intoxicating is the taste of the creator, her soft, warm, hard, woman flesh, her woman's intuition, her soul in a swirl underneath the flesh and bones. There is so much more underneath the flesh and bones, between the flesh and bones. We roll around together and talk of being queens, of having lost our power and how to regain it or having more power than we know how to handle, sharpening ourselves into the rising. I have to become harder, she softer — we balance out each other with wolves' eyes.

Emotions are not limited to the rich or the poor, to the spiritual or the logical — the conscience does not fit within the science — the way that we feel inside rarely reflects the outside. I think we can have it all. Let's try. Ok, now. Let's go to sleep first. I love you. I love you, too.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

if you think there is anything missing, it is an illusion...

I listen to songs on repeat. I find something I love and I play it over and over. Each conversation, each breath, and each glance. Each only happens once. I cry from the joy and the sadness of letting go and of holding on. The girl with no roots, no national boundaries to tie her...family scattered to the wind. She misses her past lives where mama and papa lived in the same village and sisters were on-hand to play, to imagine, to create. She dreams of a time when her best friend returns from Iraq. She watches her love grow with each day circling around lovers as different as the sky and the sea. She is the horizon where they meet — meeting never in more than the conversations she brings them into.

What world is this? Modern plagues of isolation behind these screens. Empty. Distant. The glow replacing the light. She is able to detach from it all she says — disappearing into another haze — pushing away clarity cause the picture may just be too scary - too powerful and/or too scary.

She has given up almost everything to create art — with the hope of sharing it — in hope of returning the energy that all her heroes have given her throughout the years. She has ripened and rotted several times; seasons pass and she matures into her role. But what is that role?

"Standing just outside the circle of light is where you've been living your whole life...you got to step back into the corners of the room where it's really black and launch your attack." Ani sings to her for the thousandth time and this time she swears she is almost there. Slow is beautiful she reminds herself of that when everything in the modern world tells her that anything short of mass production and lightening speed is falling short. She rushes ahead like everyone else, but not really. She skips those five shots of expresso that keep her New York peers running. Forget the cocaine; give me a joint on a lazy Sunday morning in bed with someone who blows my mind before they've even said a word.

It is hard to see society have its way with her. She worries about all the superficial things — her teeth aren't white enough, her body is not thin enough, her skin is not flawless. When will she feel safe, know there is money in the bank, know there is someone to come home to, a job to leave to...

On Valentine's Day she has a gallery opening that looks beautiful and costs her more than it should for the six people that stopped by. The culture and the men around seem to want more than her art. They break her plasma screen and offer her a t-shirt that says "pornothug" as compensation.

It is Valentine's Day and infection fights in her kidneys. The woman she wants to marry is having her one-year anniversary with another woman and the one man she could spend 'forever' with is holding his new baby girl, less than one day old. She comes home cold and alone, she forgot her jacket. She throws-up in the dark over a cold generic toilet bowl. Shaking, she peels off her clothes in a lethargic motion, crawls into bed like a wounded animal, and cries until her eyes are swollen shut and sleep somehow finds her. She wakes up to the tears. A crazy-deep kind of sad...the kind where the tears wake you before the sun does.

She curses emotions and the way we all seem so addicted to each other and how pathetic it is — all these crappy, sad love songs — love's not like it used to be she thinks. Just like artists used to work on songs until they were masterpieces of rock in rock, of rhythm and blues. Now everyone just samples, little pieces of 10 old songs must make a good new one, right? We can sing about being rich or poor, black or white — we can sing a few lines to feed our egos on top of whatever mix they bring us. Just like the cultural phenomenon of piecing 10 different people's attributes together to create the perfect balance of everything we 'need.' I mean, you just can't get it all from one place can you? And you have to have it all, right? I mean, why wouldn't we have it all? When we can. While we can. Maybe because it is like thinking we can just have another plastic bag until we hear shocking truths like there are collections of plastic bags in the ocean that come together in the currents to form masses larger than the United States — and three is more than one, anyhow. Just like those dating reality shows. It amazes me that there is even one, let alone many. The carelessness.

I look at all the fat people, all the little women stuffing themselves with diet pills, the men with steroids. Or we take hormones to change our respective sex. We cut holes in our chests and fill them up with rubber tits.

I shake my head at how sick it all is and then catch myself looking in the skyscraper's reflection glancing along the street to the 'prettiest' girl. I think, "how can you ever find love that lasts until you look like this?" The truth is she knows better. She knows supermodels feel more alone than she does. If you think there is anything missing, it is an illusion. She breathes deep and the love of the universe pours over her. She knows self-love, she knows she knows it. She holds herself close and with so much tenderness. She eats rose petals and blackberries with wamm tea and munuca honey.

She wonders if we are all as super-saturated in lovers as we are in body mass? She walks by bars in the cold shuffle-by and catches glances of hands on asses, cleavage everywhere, men hoping to score another point. Dating becomes as meaningful as video games, becomes as surreal as the real killings we watch play-out on the evening news or each time a women gets fucked in a porn. And the distance between the soul and the body widens with every shady story, with every genetic wish your girl was as hot as me on the dance floor. He tunes-in with a little bitch slappin' rhyme and it's all in good fun.

Work is so stressful, we are all so sad and lonely, insecure, we need to go out and fuck and be fucked. Ah, old romantic living during the fall of Rome — the sequel.

The idea of having one partner to share the whole story with excites her more than anything else she can imagine. She wants that old-fashioned bond, that union. She has set aside the idea of having children of her own so that she may birth herself during this lifetime. This is the first time in centuries that she has had a chance just to raise herself. The idea propels her forward. How amazing it would be to put all that diaper-changing energy into birthing a revolution, in preparing for 2012, for living in the forest, for being primal and wild, for being never tied-down to anyone, tasting every person like the rare and exotic fruit that they are. I have loved. I have had more love, so much more love than I could have expected, hoped for — I have never screamed for love. I don't ever go out to seek love. I am alone until it finds me. I work all the time, Friday nights, Saturdays. I feel like I never get anything done. I do...just slower than I would like to. I miss structure, guidance, company, a place to go other than the living room.

I should have a huge space that I can turn into a center of creation, inspiration, movement. I want a publishing company. I want a media center. I have twenty books inside my mind and this computer - one on the environment, another on mothers, fathers, war, sex, abstraction, primal nature, poetry, uniting in diversity, the meaninglessness of it all and the meaning therein, the hopelessness and the hope therein, the meaning that is actually meaningless, and the type of hope that breeds hopelessness and the distinction therein.

It has been a hard week for my family. One sister calls me crying from small-town England because she can't find a minimum wage job and she is brilliant. The other calls crying from the Middle East cause she is locked in a royal palace — she is the bird in the golden cage and she is brilliant. My mom cries because I am not with her now, and I really fucking wish I were.

So frustrating to be born poor and have to climb so far just to reach a place where no one has anything to say. How often do you speak with an automated response? How deeply ingrained are our programmed responses? I know, the eternal optimist in me knows we all have something precious and rare to say. So I wish we would burn the fat and cut the small talk or even the big talk and just share sound and glances, share eyes and stories, universal and personal.

Two amazing women came over tonight. Beacons of light, beautiful, living heroes. Such a blessing to have them in my home, and yet, I see that I am only half there — closed. We talk about furniture instead of sharing the cool story about how I found two of the same bamboo rocking chairs on two different streets in the same week and now they are sitting in them like a perfect set. Instead, I just say the furniture belongs to my roommate who is never home. They ask me if I am in pain, and I say "yes" and answer a few questions about CAT scans and other tests when really I want to say that it is my heart that hurts the most, that I feel heartbroken from not waking up to look at the same curve of a back and intertwined fingers everyday, that I miss having the partnership that I see in them, that I miss living in a big group house with so many great friends making so much art, sharing so many hugs. Why did you all have to die and disappear? She needs to be held; these beautiful women hold her flesh but she is trapped inside like they say her birds are trapped inside of her. How am I meant to take flight with them?

She is an angel ready to raise hell. Sick of all these Biblical references — looking instead to the warrior goddess who was born of no one's sacred story but her own.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Hope you can join me at my lovers' day gallery show — February 14th...

Art is an Aphrodisiac
Copulating Creatures
Step into the love tunnel
Art lasts longer...
A Valentine's Day Gallery Show:
Cheap Prints and A Collector's Wet Dream...
Photographs by *layla love
(curated by Michael Richardo Andreev)
Thursday, February 14th
Sapphire Lounge
249 Eldridge Street (btwn Houston and Stanton)

Every inch of wall will be covered with beautiful erotica.
And in the main bar area: Get your Lovers' Day Portraits taken for FREE. You have the chance to be featured in an upcoming show and on: http://www.nyc-artparty.com
**Photographers Layla Love and Becky Yee have professional lighting, glowing backdrops, and great talent — now, all we need is your face. Enjoy the passion of the moment, immortalize yourself in ART, bring a friend, bring a someone you love, bring someone you play with, bring your self-love*
Add a little shoot before or after...
*In the spirit of art as passion, I am scheduling private photo sessions: a great way to explore the love of another, a great gift, a beautiful activity to bring to your day. Self-love shoots available and encouraged.
To RSVP, inquire further: layla@lovephotography.org