rue St. Hubert Montreal

Rue St. Hubert is one of my favorite streets in Montreal. Walk the stretch from Jarry down to Beaubien. The density of alphabet, signs, shops and people makes it a lively experience. One can point the camera and click endlessly and come up with interesting images. I used a pocket camera in order to avoid attracting attention, since people have become increasingly hostile and anxious about photographers, even though just about everyone has a camera device. Pictures are being taken constantly and yet, there's still tension. I never understood this. I respect privacy and rarely take people shots anymore.

North of Jean Talon on St Hubert one will find numerous fabric shops. Montreal used to have a thriving textile industry.

secret rapture

It's pouring rain and likely to rain all day. Even in the darkest of weather, Oogah is there. Squeeze the lemon. Loosen the chain. Enjoy the secret rapture.

Worm Dance

Dr. Jane Wormsly and Lohbado

After a two hour wait at the medical centre, Lohbado wormed his way into the examination room in order to deliver a sample of worms that wriggled out the crown of his head last night.  Dr. Jane Wormsly smiled and placed the vial of worms under a magnifying lamp.

Lohbado in the garden

picture in progress

Lohbado went into the garden to commune with Oogah. Here he could relax the limitations of personality, no need to say anything or to pretend. He knew that soon his body would become a corpse. Hopes and fears would vanish in the snap of a finger. His stream of consciousness would come to an end, along with his sense of self. It would be as though he had never even existed. He felt warmth and peace and he contemplated space and the nature of being.

happily ever after

and they lived happily ever after... I want to be happy. He wants to be happy. She wants to be happy. They want to be happy. We all want to be happy. Be happy. She happy. We happy. They happy. Everybody happy.

Oogah comic

The above is from the upcoming issue of Club Morono to be released in the autumn of 2013.

Club Morono Vocabulary

spasm glock

warning speil

sound

Spasm glock: when one gets too excited and starts coughing.

Warning speil: used to assert boundaries when a person oozes with unasked-for advice, because the person feels they know where you went wrong and exactly what is needed to change you.

Sound: the absence of sound is a luxury. Background music is a form of pollution, or cultural conditioning, a low level mind-control. Sound could be a pleasure when one chooses the music. It could be a nightmare, if someone chooses it for you and you have no say in the matter. It's annoying when you want no music, radio or TV. Would somebody please turn off the noise making device... My mind generates enough noise of its own.

Club Morono Picture test

ooo, food

food spill test

A Club Morono picture test: What do the above three pictures have in common?

ooooooo

Oogah Bardo

lost in thought

Lohbado lost in thought

Lohbado metaphysics

don't lose your head

a Lohbado watercolor

noodle and stew lunch

Lohbado stood outside in the garden and fantasized about turning into a flower and being blown away, petal by petal, in a spring breeze. Then his stomach told him it was time for lunch.

ooo cha review

ooo cha

acrylic on paper

acrylic and pills on canvas

OOO CHA is a sound that can frequently be heard in any large city if one listens long enough. Lohbado first heard it as the sound of a super-bass, as a car drove by, stereo cranked up so loud, the windows of his apartment vibrated. OOO CHA is the thud of bass, providing a dance/chest-beating/head-banging rhythm.

Ooo Cha also likes to tango, the sound of love, being swept away in a wave of spine-tingling joy, breathless with intoxication, spaciousness and relaxation. In Club Morono, one can experience love any time, any place. One could be in a relationship with the earth and the sky and with forms in between. Lohbado is currently in a relationship with nature. He makes love to nature by stopping to look, listen, smell, taste and touch whatever may or may not be happening.