Monday, May 31, 2010

"Drink Me": More Alice References...

 
 Actual size. Slight Edit Ann reference. Swarthmore, PA.

"... this time she found a little bottle... and tied round the neck of the bottle was a paper label, with the words "DRINK ME" beautifully printed on it in large letters. It was all very well to say "Drink me," but the wise little Alice was not going to do that in a hurry. "No, I'll look first," she said, "and see whether it's marked 'poison' or not... if you drink much from a bottle marked "poison," it is almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or later". However, this bottle was not marked "poison," so Alice ventured to taste it, and, finding it very nice, she very soon finished it off.

Sounds familiar...

"What a curious feeling!" said Alice. "I must be shutting up like a telescope!" 

And so it was indeed: she was now only ten inches high... she waited for a few minutes to see if she was going to shrink any further: she felt a little nervous about this; "for it might end, you know," said Alice to herself; "in my going out altogether, like a candle. I wonder what I should be like then?" - Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

Wow.  I never realized how fatalistic Alice was, or how morbid children's stories can be when you really get into them.  I'm not even talking about the Brothers' Grimm, which are obviously frightening, but even watching "Where The Wild Things Are" as a film left me thinking I must have blocked out the creepy parts out as a kid.

Back to the photo: The chair is actual size.  Its on the Swarthmore campus.  Also the bottle was there when I got there... swear.  When I posted this on Facebook with obvious Alice references, one of the first responses was an Edith Ann quote.  My mother was really into Lily Tomlin, but I never thought my peers would remember that character.   So maybe I will end this post with some Edith Ann quotes.  She was perhaps a bit more savvy than Alice, but both wise beyond their years ;)


"I have always wanted to be somebody, but I see now I should have been more specific."

"The trouble with the rat race is that even if you win you're still a rat."

"Man invented language to satisfy his deep need to complain."

"Reality is the crutch for people who can't cope with drugs."

- Lily Tomlin as Edith Ann

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Cambio es Bueno

Change is good.  Well, its inevitable, anyway.  So, as my sister says, find a way to "get ok with it".  

A few years ago when I was living in Bucktown I would pass this building near the train station.  Every week or so someone would change the art, just a graffiti style poster series pasted to the wall.  The messages were frequently simple but touching and always evocative.  I love how this one conveys that sentiment between hope and mourning.  Its also a very pertinent image for change.

It seems no good change comes without struggle, like a difficult birth, and at the end you're left wondering if the positive feelings you have are from reaching a higher ground or just relief and exhaustion.  I guess the trouble is that you never know what you are dealing with until its long over and you can look back on it with perspective.  

I'm thankful right now for all the positive things in my life the forward motion and I'm using that energy for strength to face all the question marks in my head.

Here are some thoughts on change:

"We cannot change anything until we accept it. Condemnation does not liberate, it oppresses." - Carl Jung

"Imagine a scenario in which you could live your life with equanimity if the situation in question never changed and then meditate on how you may help evolve it into something new." - Paraphrased from a newspaper horoscope
 
Possibly one of the most touching songs ever sung: "A Change is Gonna Come" - Sam Cooke

Goodnight :) 

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Come Out, Come Out, Wherever You Are!

Its Harvey Milk Week, kids!  Check out the schedule in your area: Chicago's schedule

There are some interesting, informative and fun events all week long.  Most cities are culminating with a rally and march on Saturday, May 22nd.  It was not that long ago that this simple freedom of self expression was unheard of, but there are still more rights to fight for!  So celebrate it for yourself, support those in your life that you care about... or  attend an event to learn and broaden your understanding of the people you share the planet with :)
"All young people, regardless of sexual orientation or identity, deserve a safe and supportive environment in which to achieve their full potential." - Harvey Milk
"I have tasted freedom; I will not give up that which I have tasted. I have a lot more to drink." - Harvey Milk
"I know that you cannot live on hope alone, but without it, life is not worth living. And you, and you, and you, and you gotta give 'em hope."- Harvey Milk

Friday, April 30, 2010

Starry, Starry Night...

I opted for my starry-eye look for Step Up For Autism: Benefit for Autism Speaks.

Each performer in the line-up donated their performance to help raise money for this important cause.  Additionally 100% of the proceeds were donated to the cause.  The entire event was planned, managed and emceed by Kate "Sebastian Las Vegas" Versage, who also performed in the line-up, which was filled with some familiar faces in the Chicago scene including Zander Mander, Mid-Tangent Productions, Yuri Lane and Angelique Munro.

More to come ...

Inspiration for tonight's performance...

Still gathering inspiration for tonight's performance. Think: Japanese / Cabaret / Circus.
I wonder how the look will come out?  These pics are not mine, just inspiration, my will follow soon...

This one is from Doe Deere's Blogazine which, if you are into costume-y makeup, you must check out :)




Friday, April 16, 2010

Onstage at The Shady Lady


Miss Midori, onstage at The Shady Lady in Chicago
 
Thanks, Dion, for bringing me back for the opening of The Shady Lady in Chicago.

See the full story below...

Thursday, April 15, 2010

"They can't take that away from me..."

Miss Midori singing on stage at Olive, 1998? 99?

Its been a minute, but I had a chance to get back onstage for a song on Thursday for the opening of Dion's new club, The Shady Lady.

Its a small venue with an even smaller stage, and I sang over a recorded track rather than with live accompaniment, but it was good times :)

Back in the day I led the house band, performing every Saturday night at one of Dion's old clubs (the now defunct) Olive, a jazz club in Chicago.  I Dj'd there during the week and booked talent for the venue during the day. With my band, "Miss Midori & The Jazz Inquisition", we recorded a CD at Chicago's Southport Records, a label known for its jazz and blues artists. I played venues around the Midwest, opened for some of my favorite bands at the time such as Indigo Swing and Southern Culture on The Skids and sang on stages as far afield as Paris, France at Le Caveau de la Huchette. Eventually though, I moved on, pulled up roots, left Chicago, traveled the country and tried my hand at being an grown-up.  I'm not sure its going to stick, but I'll keep you posted ;)

In the struggle between my private and public personas (and I do mean plural personas), I wonder whether performance is something I want or need in my ongoing future.  There is something wonderful about allowing yourself to become someone different through performance.  Its a freedom few people get to experience.  Either way, whatever happens, I'm just going to enjoy it.

*Side note: This is one of the "Dresses with Stories".  It was a vintage red velvet dress (which I still have, btw).  It ripped up the side seam while playing a show on the road (it might have been in Milwaukee or Detroit) and I had to tape it up from the inside with silver duct tape.  Works pretty good if you don't plan on sweating or breathing much ;)

Sunday, April 4, 2010

"Peep-shi"... file under "That Ain't Right"

My long standing Peep obsession started in childhood when, after days upon days of torment watching my brother's uneaten Peep sit, untouched, atop his Easter basket I finally lost control and dragged a kitchen chair to climb up on the counter and reach the basket where it sat, poorly hidden, on top of the refrigerator.   With my precious forbidden treasure in hand I couldn't even wait until I climbed down to eat it - I bit into it right there, or tried to, anyway.  After days of sitting out in the air it had, of course dried to rock hard.  I nearly lost a tooth.  After only a short moment to review my options I did what anyone would have done.  I carefully put it back in his basket (tooth mark and all) and backed slowly away.

Then there was the time in college when, while on my study abroad trip overseas, I couldn't get Marshmallow Peeps.  My boyfriend at the time was kind enough to send me one.  One.  One single Peep smashed flat in a business envelope.  It was hilarious.  I kept it far too long (but did not consider eating it... surprising in retrospect).

Teryn and I used to wait until after Easter and buy trays of our favorite Easter candy for half-price.  I bought trays of Peeps which I stored in the freezer and never ate (because they looked so cute all in their rows :).  She bought trays of Cadbury Eggs which she had to eat in secret so her health-nut husband would not find out.

Don't forget about Peep jousting which, if you've never experimented with exploding things in the microwave, is when you take two Peeps, supply them with cocktail swords or toothpicks, and stick them in the microwave.  As they swell, whichever one jousts the other first, wins.  I haven't made a Peep jousting video yet...yet.  But here is a a pretty good one.

I wholly admit that Peeps are more about how they look than how they taste.  If they were shaped like something heinous or boring they wouldn't have nearly the draw that they do.  Maybe that's why the other Peep products aren't nearly as popular as the one with faces, like the Marshmallow Flags they sell on the 4th of July, there's no personality!  There's nothing funny or cute about eating a flag.  You're forced to realize that you are eating a spongy tasting sugar blob.  No Fun.  Its all about the faces. The row upon row of hapless, slightly deformed expressions, varying just enough to make us personify them with little personalities :)

On that note, I bring you "Peepshi".  Sushi made from Peeps.  It reminds me of an art project I did in college with my friend Laura Kina.  We made "sushi" from traditionally American ingredients like peanutbutter and jelly.  It wasn't mean't to be delicious, just ironic. Click here for the website with instructions on how to make your own Peepshi from Peeps and other candy.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Where Easter Bunnies come from...

I was waiting for my sister in the hair salon and came across this picture in a magazine.  It reminds me of a time when I was little and saw butterflies mating.  I said "Daddy, why are those butterflies stuck together"?

Thursday, April 1, 2010

The Easter Bunny has another surprise for you...


I found this in a book of postcards called "Breaking Bad News With Baby Animals".  Way funnier than any lame "cheezburger" website.

Monday, January 4, 2010

Your Secret Message For The New Year...

I was taking a picture of the pretty glow of the holiday lights through the condensation on the window of The Matchbox and found this message someone left behind.

If you haven't been to The Matchbox, its billed as "Chicago's Most Intimate Bar". This refers mainly to its size (460 square feet) but also to the fact that you can't help but get to know your neighbor, or at the very least eavesdrop on them and spill eachother's drinks.  Yes, Anthony Bourdain has been there.

Yes, it looks like a dive and, well, it is one.  But its a dive that serves impeccably made cocktails and is linked to The Silver Palm, next door. An amazing vintage train car turned restaurant that serves really delicious modern American classics.

At this point I can't even remember what we had other than the table was covered in beef, ribs, onion rings and cheese in various combinations.  I'd eat there again, or bring out-of-towners, but mainly for its novelty appeal.  If it weren't for the frighteningly loud woman at the table behind us talking about the dialation of her cervix during birth (and the fact that she looked like an R. Crumb illustration) I would have really enjoyed my meal.

Hey, how did my new years greeting turn into a restaurant review?  What was the secret message? And who was it for?  If you think it was for you, you are either a stalker or else you also think the TV is projecting your thoughts.  You're not paranoid if people really are out to get you.

On that note: Happy New Year.

Friday, January 1, 2010

Baby New Year... R.I.P.




Mono was my New Years baby, born in January of '95 in Todos Santos, Mexico.  A very kind couple fed Mono and his mother, Mariposa while camping near the beach.  He was her only surviving puppy.



They posted a sign looking for homes for the two dogs and when I saw the picture it was love at first sight.  I knew Mono was my dog.

They couple decided to keep Mariposa and she became their loving companion for many years.  She passed away in Febuary '10, outliving Mono by a few years.

My good boy, Mono, passed away in '06.  I kept him comfortable as long as possible, but didn't want my boy to suffer. We had a lovely Going-Away party for him and said our goodbyes.  Rest in peace, my special guy :)

Friends can visit him at : www.goodboymono.com.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

More Sketchiness ...

I found this sketch among some old drawings I did when I lived in Mexico.  After college I lived in a very small town on the Baja called Todos Santos with my boyfriend at the time.  He would pay the housekeeper extra to bring her children along to sit as models and would paint them while their mother cleaned.  This is one of a few sketches I did of her children at the time.

I like the tension in her hands.  Its a mixture of self-consciousness and boredom, perhaps.

As with many experiences in cultures where the financial situation is in contrast to our own I felt uncomfortable that we paid her so little to clean the whole house, even though the rate was well above he standard for the area.  There was some issue as well concerning the sexist viewpoint that she could not be paid more than her husband, who was an oyster diver earning $6 a day.  If so she would suffer his wrath at his humiliation of earning less than his wife, if that makes any sense.  No, its not 'right' but at the time I think we felt it was not our place to assert ourselves into their culture in a disrespectful way.  We did buy his oysters though and use her services... and drew and painted their children.

It was a very different time.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Gaga Monsters...

Midori, Emily and Danielle (Jim McKenzie behind the video camera).

In response to the Lady Gaga "call-for-entries" we chose to create our own video submission. One of the things I love about her as an artist is the way she and her team continue to create unique concepts and material.  As a part of her current Monster tour she is accepting video content from the public which is incorporated into her tour video as an ongoing, ever evolving group project.  Amazing!

Emily, Matthew and Danielle. (Photo by Jim Mullin).

We shot the video in December and with the help of our amazing videographers (Jim McKenzie and Matt Cornelison) we were able to transform the interiors of my apartment into a surreal and urban backdrop.

Emily, Danielle and Midori. (Photo by Jim Mullin).

The theme Lady gaga chose for this project was "Apocalypse", so our costumes and makeup reflected a futuristic and urban look influenced heavily by, of course, Lady Gaga.  We were lucky to work with Emy CraCra (of Tres Jolie by Emy) and Angel Romero for hair and makeup and Jim Mullin supplied the wardrobe from his JM Couture line.  I will upload links to the final video once its edited, but for now, here are some "behind the scenes stills"!

Midori, makeup and hair by Angel Romero.

Here are some details of the makeup and hair concepts created by Emy Cracra and Angel Romero.

 Midori, makeup and hair by Angel Romero.


































Emily, makeup by Emy Cracra, hair by Angel Romero. (Photo by Jim Mullin).
















 





















Danielle, makeup by Emy Cracra, hair by Angel Romero. (Photo by Jim Mullin).

Matthew, makeup by Angel Romero.

This was such a fun project from beginning to end and came out even better then we expected.  It reminds me that sometimes we just need an excuse to round up or friends and fellow artists and get creative!  So get to it! For those interested, there is still time to submit your entries.  Just go to her link and upload your material: http://www.showstudio.com/project/ladygagasubmit/.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Our Rockwell Moment...

For the past few years my tradition has been to hold a "Thanks-For-Nothing" party on the day after Thanksgiving.  The reason being that on Thanksgiving Day we all have to play nice with family and folks who may not get along.  So the next day, when we are done being thankful, we gather up the left-overs and gripe with our friends at the Thanks-For-Nothing Party!

Its also a great chance to bring people together who, for various reasons, may not be able to go home to for the Holidays.

"Brrr... I need feathers!"

My nephew's Thanksgiving turkey drawing.
What happened to tracing the hand?

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Sketchy

















David Sketching at 4th Presbyterian, by Midori Tajiri

David and I went sketching the other day.  We've got kind of a "Jack Sprat" situation where he only draws inanimate objects (architecture) and I only draw animate living things (people and animals).  No matter, he drew the steeple of the 4th Presbyterian Church and I drew him!

I had forgotten how cathartic and enjoyable it is to draw.  It inspired me to scan some older sketches.  Here are a few of my favorite dog sketches I did several years ago.  The first is my beloved dog, Mono, who passed away a few years ago.  The other sketches are dogs, Jane and Rudy and their owner, my old friend, Sean. 


Mono, Sleeping by Midori Tajiri


Jane and Rudy, Sleeping by Midori Tajiri


































Sean '00, by Midori Tajiri

Monday, November 9, 2009

"The Berlin Wall", photos & book by Shinkichi Tajiri


20 years ago today the Berlin Wall fell after having divided East and West Germany since 1961.  I remember marveling at the fragments that my family brought home and framed.  At the time I had just returned to Chicago from Los Angeles and was focusing on getting accepted to SAIC, The School of The Art Insitute of Chicago, where several of my family members, including my parents, had attended.

The fall of The Berlin Wall, November 9, 1989 

My Great-Uncle, Shinkichi Tajiri, had also attended SAIC on the GI Bill after WWII.  This was after he fought as a decorated US Soldier in the 442nd Regimental Combat Team with his brothers Jim, Tom and my Grandfather, Vincent Tajiri, and before he expatriated to Europe, where he spent the remainder of his life.



 
Rubble from the Berlin Wall

Like many young Americans in the 1940's, my grandfather and his brothers were fiercely American.  They were born in Los Angeles, grew up speaking English and had faith in their government.  Like many Nisei (first generation Japanese Americans), however, he and his siblings were classified as "4C" or "Enemy Aliens" after the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor (which ironically fell on Shinkichi's 18th birthday).  Nonetheless, they still fought for their country, even while their family was interned by the U.S. Government in Arizona at the Poston "Relocation" internment camp and their family property, real estate and home were confiscated by the U.S. Government, never to be returned.

Barracks at Poston, the interment camp built by the U.S. Government on a former Native American Reservation to house Japanese American civilian families for the duration of WWII















U.S. Government Issues Instructions to Japanese Americans re: "relocation" to internment camps

Although the U.S. Government initially segregated the 442nd due to suspicion based on their Japanese heritage, they became the most highly decorated military unit in the history of the United States Armed Forces, including 21 Medal of Honor recipients.  Despite this fact the soldiers of the 442nd experienced intense racism upon returning home to the U.S. and were denied jobs and homes due to their race.  Even other Asians did not want to be mistaken as Japanese during this time, lest they also experience ostracization. 

















Japanese American shop owner declares citizenship the day after Pearl Harbor in a futile attempt to avoid racism, Unknown Photographer 

Naturally disillusioned by all of this Shinkichi chose to leave this country and returned to Europe where he could live and pursue his career in art in a (somewhat) less racist environment.  In 1969 his travels brought him to West Berlin and to the Berlin Wall at the Brandenburg Gate.  As someone who had experienced, on a very personal level, what it felt like to be segregated, ostracized, trapped and forbidden in his own country, he must have felt a special affinity to the significance of the wall and the political situation at the time.

Brandenburg gate, 1969, Unknown Photographer

He began a photo project that lasted several months and documented every kilometer of the inhabited areas near the wall in 550 black and white photographs.  He could not have known the significance of this project or what would become of the wall over the years.  His photographs show the wall and its surroundings in its "clean" state, in 1969, before it was covered in the colorful graffiti it became known for, and before its fall in 1989. The project was shelved for 30 years before interest in it was renewed.  















Excerpt from "The Berlin Wall", Shinkichi Tajiri
 
During those many years his art career soared and he became known for many different works, most notably his "knots" which have symbolized, among other things, a "coming together" of separate forces; an ironic or perhaps idealized concept considering the subtexts of these significant experiences early in his life.  Through his many "knot" sculptures he symbolically reunited what was, in his life, divided. The walls that kept him emotionally separate from his family and place of birth would not fall away before his death, like the Berlin Wall.  But in his work he found a way to bind them together.

"Friendship Knot", Shinkichi Tajiri (Little Tokyo, Los Angeles, CA)
 
Shinkichi passed away earlier this year.  I saw him one last time in January.  We discussed this project and we spoke about ways to promote the book and the collection of original photographs.  He was ill at the time but hanging on fiercely for many reasons, the completion of projects among them.  Or perhaps, it was the continual addition of projects that gave him new reasons to continue hanging on.  

Either way I have come to understand the many roles that art plays in our lives.  That we, as visual, auditory, sensual creatures, find ways to communicate and create solidarity through creative expression.  To leave our mark on the world and to let others know, in good times and bad, that they too are not alone.

The current exhibition of Shinkichi Tajiri's "The Berlin Wall" opens today, November 9, 2009 (on the 20th anniversary of the fall of The Berlin Wall) at the Exposorium at the VU Free University in Amsterdam, Netherlands where it will run until January 6th, 2010.

For information about the Shinkichi Tajiri Foundation you can visit the website at: www.Shinkichi-Tajiri.com.