Wednesday, August 20th, 2012 from 9pm(ish) until 12(or later) at Akbar, it’s CRAFTNIGHT!
Project: Paper Pony Magnet Magic!
$2 Processing Fee
$4 Cosmopolitans: Nothing’s as fresh as a pinkie!
Special Note: GOTHTOBER Applications are OPEN until TOMORROW at midnight!!!
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New Development: CraftNight, in addition to art therapy now has massage thereapy! Sky is a certified Kripalu bodyworker and will have his table set up and ready to go this week and (hopefully) subsequent weeks at CraftNight. Kripalu emphasizes “following the flow” of prana, or “life-force energy, compassionate self-acceptance, observing the activity of the mind without judgment, and taking what is learned into daily life.” It’s fine to approach Sky about times and prices while he’s already doing bodywork on someone else, there’s already so much going on, it’s not a distraction for him, get on his list!
I hope you’re excited to “pin one on” because we’re making pins so you can do just that. I have the facets, you have the might and the will and the way and all the materials to make a fashion SPLASH!!!
Now then: I’m not saying I’m glomming on to the recent hoopla about the 80 year old woman “screwing up” the Jesus fresco… oh… wait a minute… I AM TOTALLY ABOUT TO GLOM.
We’ve all seen Jesus, my goodness have we seen him, just about every representation you can think of has come to light, boy do we know what he looks like, beard, thorns, bleeding, full of light, helping build a boat, multiplying the bread loaves, all that stuff, yep. And so here’s the latest rendition, a version made with great effort and care. The final product looks crazy and weird and modern and clunky all at the same time. It looks like a winter parka moon face fur person. It looks like someone’s GRANDMA painted it, it was “unauthorized” and “alarming”, people are shocked and outraged, and that is why it is glorious and totally the most authentic and telling Jesus portrait of our age.
How many “sacred” images of Jesus exist, and how many of them were farted out by apathetic yet talented artists hired by vapid and hypocritical religious rulers in a pitiful attempt to reflect the rare and ethereal state of holiness, of complete and utter devotion?
The question of god’s existence is futile, but the grace and fortitude of the human spirit, the joy and misery that many equate with a higher power is unquestionably affiliated with the compelling, inexplicable paradox of love. Love comes in every form of delight and irritation known to all, it is hardly ever predictable, and never practical, it’s an ancient and modern miracle.
And I’m just gonna say that love kicked ass this August as a determined octogenarian, her paintbrushes and a really really old fresco that’s more meaningful now than it ever was.
See you a the Craft Table,
JP Craft Captain
