week thirty five >> "know you're alive" BLUE december

Z BLUE pages continue in December with "Know You're Alive."

"know you're alive"    click to view

Connectivity, the ensuing nuances of life experience, and the thrill of it all speak to me as I revisit this page.  BLUE veins surging between words of chance and response, curiosity and release.  I remember drawing very early on, perhaps the first markings on this spread, the computers facing each other with their reaching screen protrusions.  It was while we were still at school in 1996/97 and the internet had just hit the scene.  Only on campus though, our computers at home were merely for word processing back then.  Each student was given an UCSB email address and account.  Jennifer and I enjoyed a dialogue on line through email, even though we saw each other on a daily basis.  It was another arena entirely for us to commune through and what we conversed about in there was kept exclusive to only that realm, something we seemed to naturally agree to do with out ever speaking about it.  Having different arenas to converge our minds and hearts in turned out to be a mainstay of our friendship and collaboration..... Hello ZBOOK!  And unequivocally, our ever alive postcard exchange.  And now we find ourselves in yet a new playground right here.... ZBOOK 4EVER!  Exploring Z pages together via this blog has been quite thrilling and super fun.  So very much an extension of our art and storytelling and musing, ZBOOK4EVER is our home away from home, like a special place you visit in your mind... Jennifer and I meet up here and explore these pages that bubbled up through our fluid expression over 14 years of friendship, kinship, and co-creative partnership... and discover, right along with you, all the peculating possible adventures that ZBOOK presents.  Creating this art and traveling through it make for one heck of a way to Know You're Alive.

∞ ceci

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swoon

There is a heady drunkenness bubbling all around in this spread of “Aguatulnico”. As if we, the viewers, are the senor, just emerged, from the martini glass. I personally prefer to take the stance of the winged bubble rider, floating up and out of the blue hue. The words at top “Traveling with style” apply directly to that sprite of fancy, decked out with her sweet umbrella. This tiny apparition, reminds me of myself I must admit. For a span of time, I styled around with the hippest umbrella; a purchase from an original cirque du soleil sighting – sections of red, blue, yellow and black. I tried to open it for a piece de resistance photo opportunity screaming down the drop of Splash Mountain – unfortunately, it did not survive, and to my dismay, the photo was awash as well.



Aguatulnico

Cec and I were invested in a triple threat theme park extravaganza at that time – episodes full of story. For now, I leave this page, a favorite of mine, for its sparkle and lunacy, with these deciphered words:

Luna, every woman’s friend,

To me, thy goodness, condescend

Let me, this night in visions see,

Emblems of my destiny.

How do I get there?

Sensing the road

Where can I get this?

In my dreams.

Be well and Blessings –J.G.