Vandals! Bastages!

Vandalism happens. At LIB. So, I am posting this really to draw a discussion and awareness more than gripe about what happened to my car. Someone, I really can't imagine it being anyone too tied in with LIB or our extended tribe, decided that it was 1991 and the Beasty Boys were now all the rage and cut out my VW emblem from my Jetta (yes, which I carpooled with two other people and, yes, it runs of biodiesel).

I admit, at first, I was still so high from the festivities on Monday that I laughed and thought "oh well, better here than in the city" and "I hope whoever ripped it off is putting it to good use in some conceptual art project". It's like having my car vandalized at LIB isn't so much of a rape as if it were in LA or the Western Addition or the Mission, or anywhere else for that matter. Now, I can't even fathom how much it will be to replace this emblem, I might not even deal with it, at least not anytime soon, as it isn't integral to the car's operation. Probably more than $100, I can only surmise. That's not really the point, though. What is the point is that there are some among us, like hangers-on to a rock star entourage, that out of frustration or immaturity, or just being completely fucked-in-the-head pull stunts like this. These are the people that make me angry and protective of my tribe and not afraid to confront with a little testosterone. We are such an open and sharing community, that when someone abuses that, it makes me want to abuse them. Physically.

I suppose I see in my mind a tweaked-out kid, probably male, probably not from the West Coast, who got here without really knowing what LIB was about, heard it was a big party, man! Maybe he didn't even get into the show because no one would sport him his "miracle ticket", kinda lost like so many of that generation, floating from one scene to the next, kind of sucking and taking whatever they can from whomever is just generous enough to allow this punk's bullshit to invade one's unsuspecting life. I automatically surmise this individual to be probably nice most of the time, or able to put that kind of face on; get him a little fucked up and he turns into the twerp that thinks anything is in bounds. Part of me would love to confront this chump and teach him a lesson, I'll admit. Part of me sees the value of mandatory national service, like in Israel or a host of other countries, for those of the 18-24 range. I suppose it is a big assumption that someone older than that usually has more sense of responsibility. Part of me does have compassion, and I suppose that it is a valuable lesson on material attachment, as has been a general theme at all these gatherings from the Burn to LIB. Hell, half my wardrobe is from The Hookahdome's lost-and-found. (Are you missing a black Carhart jacket from 2004?)

What do we do? Can we do anything about this? Could we be preventative and raise our awareness as a community? If we see the warning signs in someone, maybe a friend of a friend of a friend that we don't really know and no one else in your circle knows and their energy is at times a little suspect... he's fucking your friend and she's loving that too much to realize, and the next thing you know, he rips you off, takes your money, your valuables, whatever, then, he's gone, because no one in this circle is going to tolerate him, but it's too late...maybe some encounter session or intervention... ? check in with your peeps about people who you have little premonitions about and whom you maybe want to keep at arm's length (or boot's length); I saw that coming before and didn't speak up until it was too late. Your friends will love you for speaking up! True friends do that for each other!!

This is really not about my little VW emblem or feeling like my Greta-Liesl ze Jetta Diesel was raped with a knife, masticated like a helpless young fawn in some wayward dark kingdom... it's that this shit happens, even at LIB, which we would all love to assume is immune to such nefariousness. I am less affected by this personally than by a sense of concern for all of us; the energetics of this are more important to me than the material. I know it is impossible to prevent all things untoward from happening at LIB or Raindance or Priceless or Earthdance or even the big bad Burn, yet... we do come awfully close for such a crazy crew.

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Thanks, Gail.

Absract

This one is very... textured. He likes to do texturing in remodel jobs as well, like the walls of my sister's old bedroom, 3D with joint compound (and many joints along the way).

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The Curse of Lono

or... maybe... Steadman's Magma? Richard is only peripherally aware of Ralph Steadman. It's me that's making that connection.

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Green Magma SOLD!!

I sold my first painting for him, bitches! Whoohooo! I's an ART DEALER now!


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Fear and Loathing in Sedona

I don't think Richard has been to Sedona. But, I think the harmonic convergence of the galactic wormhole would welcome him there.

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Clouds on High

Richard's favorite thing to do while painting? Watching the Nuggets.

This photo is actually cut off and the painting is longer than it is high by almost 3:1

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New York

This one was painted after a trip to the East Coast for his brother's wedding in 1984.

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Dali-esque?

Another one that has grown on me.

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Symmetry

My mom keeps telling him to make them more symmetrical, so here ya go.

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