Gureje Boutique....and Doll Neighborhood show!!!

Doll Neighborhood was a Collective of artists who for whatever reason got together once every few weeks and made dolls.We exhibited our work at the Gureje Gallery in Brooklyn.
Each week we would sit together, eat, sew, and talk about our dolls. It sounds crazy. It was awesome. If i could go back and do this everyday, i would.
Thank you Gureje, and Doll Neighborhood!!!!!!!!!

Meet my neighbor- his name is Mous(tach)e.

A balloon ride

Hello? Are you there?

noise

There is silence. In the meantime, however, there is mostly noise.
Comfortable noise, loud noise, quiet noise, the noise that's in your head reminding you to finish what you started, your neighbors making noise, your friends making noise that you participate in, noise on the street, noise in your dreams, and the noise that you hear when your reading a book, the noise inside the book, the noise you aren't hearing at the moment but know what it sounds like. Noise, like silence is a very complicated and simple thing. It is forever contradicting itself. Its there when you dont want it to be and when you want it its not.

There's something about noise that's just as wonderful as silence. The noises your lover makes when sleeping, the noises you hear in the park of children laughing, the soft hum of a favorite song or the low notes of a deep ocean. There is sound. and there is silence. and they need each other to survive.

The language of a stranger, the language of a foreigner, the language of a friend, or the language of a lover, all take time to understand. There is an undeniable comfort in hearing someone speak a language you understand. To relate to things using the same vocabulary you would yourself. Of course i dont mean language in its generic use, but language in its purest form. One definition says that language is the "communication of meaning in any way". i like that.

Misunderstandings are never to be dismissed. If we were to ignored them, we would never be able to understand anything. Misunderstandings are just as important if not moreso.

But all this, this is all noise. This is all a simple matter of sounds and science. Its mathematical. It is understood that its existence has an equation.

But its just noise. The comings and goings of waves and intangible matter at a particular distance from our ears.

and then there is silence. There is nothing. Can we mathematically find that silence is there, apart from the lack of noise? In that lies its beauty. The beauty of noise and the beauty of silence and that they will never touch. They will be one for all of infinity by our standards, our meticulous calculations...and yet....

In our presence, noise and silence meet at the very final moment between when one begins and the other stops. We know that there is noise when there is silence, but we are too weak to hear them at the same time. we can see a silent couple holding hands, but perhaps we are with a group of 30 people at the time, all of whom are making a tremendous amount of noise! How can we know for sure that that couple is so silent, perhaps he is whispering that he loves her, or that she is sweetly whispering that she too loves him.

Maybe there is a place, where silence and noise can coexist. Maybe it is a beautiful place. But id rather not live in such a place, i dont believe there would be many misunderstandings in a place like that.

i hope you know what i mean.

love,
JP and Camille

pink clouds can be held up on their own, but lonely caterpillars arent as brave.

The beginning of a series of love songs

Dont forget the empty spaces

Sometimes there is a silence.

There are couples in bad restaurants, at the beginning of a movie when the previews have but just started, in a tiny coffee shop. In hundreds of places and some of these couples talk to one another as if they have hundreds of things to say, to tell, to retell, to repeat, to announce, to question. They propose all this information voluntarily, and hope that the other person can relate, or argue or understand. They talk as if there weren't enough time in the day or even in life to say all the things they need to say.

but then there are couples. The ones who have been married for years, who appear to have used up all their words, or have lost all their words. those who look so bored, those who don't look at one another.
There are the friendly lovers who caress each other and laugh at every word and appear to be immensely jolly and fulfilled.
There are the serious lovers who talk about all those things the man of consequence worries himself over.
Although all these instances come up in any said relationship, none of them are specific to any kind of love. But there is one, filled with little complications, that is so subtle that it is deserving of a certain recognition in a certain tiny world, called Camilleville.

There is the couple. The one that you notice right away. The one you cant pinpoint at the instant you see them. Are they in love? are they terribly bored? are they wonderfully happy? You cant know! And it drives you mad. So you stare at them.

They pass each other the hot sauce as if he who picked it up first, was only lifting it to pass it to the other- because he knows she needs it very badly. Then you notice they are blushing, and it is because they grazed fingertips ever so gently, but you do not know this. So you smile because you now doubt that they know each other very well, you smile because you think you've captured a moment of new romance.

You look at them moments later and they are laughing at each others jokes, but you know they didnt say a word because you are sitting right beside them. and now you are lost. It wasnt a laughter of awkwardness, it was something that can only grow from something small, like the pleasant realization of a mutual sense of humor.

Chopsticks in one hand and shyly holding each others fingertips under the table and laughing then beaming at one another then nothing. and suddenly, as though they just remembered they were in a restaurant, they resume eating.

There are couples like this who with a glance, nod in tiny agreement. It may not have even been a nod but such tiny gestures don't have words. Words are too long and complicated and mean too many different things when paired together. But it is a physical appreciation for knowing something that wasn't said, nor will be said, that matters a great deal.

They have full conversations in silence. they have amorous exchanges about travel and lovemaking, about needs and wants, about bad days and how better days are on the way.

Then something needs to be said and they say that something. But even as they speak they know that these silent intervals are more carefully chosen than even the most special choice in words.

They leave. And you will never see them again. Sometimes you'll feel sorry, and sometimes you get annoyed at yourself for seeing something you don't understand and maybe its complicated and you wish they'd just come out with it! And sometimes they do and in that case they lose it. They lose the quiet gestures and the hand flutters and the butterflies and the way they look when they look at you and the purity of the silence. so you keep the silence. because its more precise and more gentle than any flirtation.
Most times all you have to do is run very very silently and grasp that person and shake them and say nothing and then just hold them and they will know. You should try this in a library, or in a very old museum. These are good places to practice because when you cant create the silence on your own, its helpful to allow someone to create it for you.

With love and a short hum,
JP and Camille

ONC Mag. Update!

Hello Hello 'Ello!!

So here are the updated submission dates for ONC Mag: I.N. - International Newsletter for Artists and their like.

Submission due date for Art and Writing is March 6th!!!!!!!!

The first issue will be out on April 6th so get your stuff in QUICK!
Release party will be announced shortly.

For submissions or more info contact ohnocamille@gmail.com