Talula Love Bottoms is the artist that resides in all of us. She is reckless. She is passionately fearless. She is all of the things you are....that society has convinced you - is not the norm. Inside Talula...we embrace our faults and flaws and spontaneity defines us.
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
True North? What is the meaning of this show?
True North.
What does this show mean to me? It has been such a struggle trying to figure out what I'm doing with this art. I still don't know. Honestly, when I think about this month, these past few months, this past year I often feel bad for handling it as well as I have. For finally getting to the point where I have enough information that I finally understand how to choose happiness.
I did The Artists Way January until April of 2014.
I didn't talk about it - (and I talk about stuff because as an artist, a public figure, someone who really cares and wants to make a difference in the goodness that exists (at least in my world - daily) I think that my art and my voice have a visual connection. It's important to me that I use these two things to share the love...)
You see, you aren't allowed to talk about The Artists Way (aka Fight Club..I swear). I did it because I needed something to keep me focused off of what was going on with my dad. I needed guidance and it fell into my lap and it made me do the work. I did the work; it was really hard but I found a few things out about myself that have been holding me back from my purpose, my intent. Obstacles that come my way are always extreme and constant. I've been pissed off for years throwing blame into the sky...the whole why me thing.
Losing the baby last June (note the month) really showed me what it felt like to have a broken heart. It also really made me question this body. It's hard not to put blame somewhere when bad shit happens. I decided, after doing The Artists Way - that I had blamed this body; this amazing creative machine for so much of the pain in my life. The reason why I am a blocked artist is because I haven't honored my body..I haven't always treated it kindly. I've compared my West Coast body to my East Coast body for years.
The Artist Way taught me to take myself for walks and look at the trees, and to spend sweet moments with myself, to spend time on acknowledgement and forgiveness.
After 16 weeks; sure enough - I felt open. I literally had a moment where I felt my heart chakra burst wide open (sorry if I'm being too Asheville for you, but it's the truth). I embraced the opportunity that I had for love...but mostly to give love.
It doesn't always go easy for me...as quickly as I open up I close back up. I decided I wanted to do a fast for the month of May. To finally put into action a system of honoring my body for its creativity. Strengthen the core. Last May was the only full month of my life I was ever pregnant. (Of course..you know where I was when I realized I was pregnant - on a 15 ft. ladder cleaning the top of a vintage bus.) I wanted to stop blaming this body for it's failure to carry a baby and honor it with it's ability to carry this creativity. I told someone this and their reply was "So, you are punishing yourself?"
...and that stopped me.
I thought...am I?
Am I doing it again..without even knowing it am I repeating the behavior that I have been engaging in for years? It kinda put me down for a few days because it's a hard thing to know when you are being an extremist - and as an Aries; I've been known for extremes to say the least. Was I punishing myself..good question. Better answer -
No. Not at all.
This is how I figured it out. True North. What is the reason of this show..this art? I sat here and stared at these maps more than I made art on them this month. I had nothing. I thought the fast would give me the restful time and space to be creative but instead it made me crazy(er). I was foggy, distracted, moody...etc..ALL of the things that come with fasting. In this struggle though and dealing again with heartbreak on a different level I realized something...
because of The Artist Way that there didn't need to be a story about why this is True North.
It really is my True North. Making art is the only thing I need to do. Creating, engaging in creating, looking at art, making art, being art, that's all. True North is exactly that...just doing it. It's right now..I was involved in the meaning of my show...who cares about the show.
Who cares if it's my best work ever, or not, or even if it makes sense to anyone but me...it only matters that I do it. Everyday, all of the time. This body, and treating it kindly, is the only way I can make this art.
"You take care of the quantity, I will take care of the quality". -The Artists Way or God or True Source..whoever it is for you - Mr. Fucking Rainbow.
Yes. I did this for me. All of it. So that I can be better for you. YOU.
Universe. I am inviting love into my life with open arms...and if it doesn't come these arms are strong enough to wrap around and hug myself.
When the hurt of the loss comes in - in any situation now; even the most recent on with Lunar - I let myself revisit crazy fuck all Maryanne and then I pass it thru me and out pops this courageous, kind, amazing person I'm just getting to know.
It's an adventure - True North; my everyday is my best art show. xo
Thursday, May 22, 2014
14 miles away from a landfill grave
Hammer
Nails
Open the door, shut the door
Nail the fucking door.
Jump out the window.
Queue "Emergency Exit"
14 miles away from a landfill grave
Never pawned my watch and chain
To the landlord living inside my head
Never paid my rent till the lights went dead
Then I saw my sign comin' up the road
A dead ditch waiting for to bury my load
On the avenues in the plain of day
I threw a Roosevelt dime in a bucket of rain
Now hold your hand onto the plow
Work your body till the sun goes down
What's left of death is more than fear
Let dust be dust and the good lord near
It's a little too much to ask of faith
It's a little late to wait for fate
So tell the angels what you seen
Scarecrow shadow on a Nazarene
Kindness will find you
When darkness has fallen
Round your bed
Kindness will follow
Children will wander
Till
The end
Never pawned my watch and chain
To the landlord living inside my head
Never paid my rent till the lights went dead
Then I saw my sign comin' up the road
A dead ditch waiting for to bury my load
On the avenues in the plain of day
I threw a Roosevelt dime in a bucket of rain
Now hold your hand onto the plow
Work your body till the sun goes down
What's left of death is more than fear
Let dust be dust and the good lord near
It's a little too much to ask of faith
It's a little late to wait for fate
So tell the angels what you seen
Scarecrow shadow on a Nazarene
Kindness will find you
When darkness has fallen
Round your bed
Kindness will follow
Children will wander
Till
The end
-Beck
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Thursday, May 15, 2014
I'll wear this skin suit to the masquerade
" Masquerade"
Available
*serious inquiries only
I've crashed into a million pieces
Available
*serious inquiries only
I've crashed into a million pieces
Every bit as broken as before
I'll wear this skin suit to the masquerade
I'll dance Black Swan
Blue
Consequently I'm engaging in disengaging
If you hadn't noticed me noticing you
and the pauses in between
My body shook over and over
Repeatedly repeating
And over again
And then nothing
More pauses
Springtime came and went and the pounding in my skull was resolution for the new
Idk lol omg ok, wait for it
.........
Insert eye roll.
Friday, May 9, 2014
Despite not being heard, I will not start screaming.
Serious Inquires Only
I don't always feel heard. It is the one thing that frustrates me to the point of disappearing.
I'm trying to learn how to be transparent.
How ego is pointless and serves no purpose.
How to selflessly love with no expectations.
To feel hurt and then to put it away.
How to deal with the feeling of intuition when it presents itself.
To say what I mean each and every time I speak.
Despite not being heard,
I will not start screaming.
..and I'm not going to disappear because I want to be here.
I want to be exactly where I am...making art.
You are more than welcome to stop by but I will not ask.
My door is as open as my heart...
but my mouth is shut.
"Thoughtless" SOLD
The National
"Slipped"
I'm in the city you hated
My eyes are fallen
Counting the clicks with the living dead
My eyes are red
I'm in the crush and I hate it
My eyes are fallen
I'm having trouble inside my skin
I try to keep my skeletons in
Is it weird to be back in the south?
And can they even tell
That the city girl was ever there
Or anywhere?
I'm having trouble inside my skin
I try to keep my skeletons in
I'll be a friend and a fuck-up
And everything
But I'll never be
Anything you ever want me to be
I keep coming back here where everything slipped
But I will not spill my guts out
I keep coming back here where everything slipped
But I will not spill my guts out
I don't need any help to be breakable, believe me
I know nobody else who can laugh along to any kind of joke
I won't need any help to be lonely when you leave me
It'll be easy to cover
Gather my skeletons far inside
It'll be summer in Dallas
Before I realize
I don't want you to grieve
But I want you to sympathize (alright)
I can't blame you for losing
Your mind for a little while (so did I)
I don't want you to change
But I want you to recognize (that I)
It'll be easy to cover
Gather your skeletons far inside
It'll be summer in Dallas
Before you realize
That I'll never be
Anything you ever want me to be
I keep coming back here where everything slipped
But I will not spill my guts out
I keep coming back here where everything slipped
But I will not spill my guts out
My eyes are fallen
Counting the clicks with the living dead
My eyes are red
I'm in the crush and I hate it
My eyes are fallen
I'm having trouble inside my skin
I try to keep my skeletons in
Is it weird to be back in the south?
And can they even tell
That the city girl was ever there
Or anywhere?
I'm having trouble inside my skin
I try to keep my skeletons in
I'll be a friend and a fuck-up
And everything
But I'll never be
Anything you ever want me to be
I keep coming back here where everything slipped
But I will not spill my guts out
I keep coming back here where everything slipped
But I will not spill my guts out
I don't need any help to be breakable, believe me
I know nobody else who can laugh along to any kind of joke
I won't need any help to be lonely when you leave me
It'll be easy to cover
Gather my skeletons far inside
It'll be summer in Dallas
Before I realize
I don't want you to grieve
But I want you to sympathize (alright)
I can't blame you for losing
Your mind for a little while (so did I)
I don't want you to change
But I want you to recognize (that I)
It'll be easy to cover
Gather your skeletons far inside
It'll be summer in Dallas
Before you realize
That I'll never be
Anything you ever want me to be
I keep coming back here where everything slipped
But I will not spill my guts out
I keep coming back here where everything slipped
But I will not spill my guts out
Monday, May 5, 2014
True North - I hope this finds you on a similar journey...I do hate to travel alone. xo
I'm 25, packing my car to drive across the country to an unknown.
California.
The only thing I knew back then was that it was where the art world was....it was where my heart strings (sinew, fiber, heart) pulled me.
I was successful there. I was in love. I got married. I was happy.
I suppose it didn't really matter to me so much that I wasn't making art.
Fast forward to a few years later and I'm suddenly in New Jersey, failing, unsuccessful and unhappy.
Depression introduced itself into my life for the first time. I spiraled out of control.
Drug addict, psych ward, rehab, reckless, divorced, unhappy, sad, lost, lonely.
I started making art.
I've spent years pulling myself out of that black hole; but it was in the black hole that I found myself.
It's funny how the two worlds collide and where you end up...
Asheville:
Happy, successful, grounded, healthy, open, kind, strong, independent, still a little lost, still a little lonely.
Making art. It's been 6 years.
Here I am in the throws of creating my first collection of Map Artworks for Asheville. This is why I came here.
I work with maps because I relate to the lines that intersect, cross over and pull us in different directions. My own life has that grid. This body of work needs to tell that story. I-40, I just turned 40 - it's the hardest number I find myself having to write. It has it's own map, it's own direction, it's own compass rose. True North.
True North - intuition. The direction your intuition pulls you is your True North.
I have worked really hard to get to this place where the art, the intent, the intuition and the act of creating are all connected. A 4 way stop where everyone smiles and waves at each other. I am so grateful for the highways and byways, the pit stops and the pot holes that have gotten me here to this amazing mountain. To this body of work; however it may unfold in front of me. I surrendered into the darkness to finally see the light.
I hope this finds you on a similar journey...I do hate to travel alone. xo
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