Friday, February 28, 2014
Lohbado worked for a painting company two summers in a row, then formed his own company. He remembered placing forty-foot ladders, climbing to forth and fifth story balconies. He would stand on the balcony rail to paint hard to reach spots. He also used a step ladder to paint the top of window and balcony door frames. Sometimes people were inside. He fantasized about being invited in to have some fun. It never happened. He painted many buildings. No drama, other than paint drips here and there, or getting hot, exhausted, sore muscles. He carried a lot of gear up the long ladder. He carried a step ladder, drop sheet, a bucket, screen, rollers, brushes, a roller pole, rags. He had to be fast and neat.
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Even though virtually everyone carries a device that allows picture-taking, paranoia happens when one pulls out a camera. Why are you taking pictures? To take pictures is not a neutral activity. It signifies an intention, which could be threatening.
Friday, February 21, 2014
Thursday, February 20, 2014
How do you feel about your body? What would you like to say? The body experiences many sensations of various functions. Digestion, blood circulation, heartbeat, breathing, nervous energy, hormonal ups and downs, sometimes the body is torn about, pushed and pulled, squeezed and bloated. This affects the mind. Often a cloud covers the mind. The mind floats, oblivious to sight and sound. The mind sinks into a stupor, soft focus, day dream, cloud 9. For a few seconds, the mind awakens from dullness, experiences a little awareness, then blurs back into dullness again, or into agitation. The mind alternates between dullness and agitation, between day dream and compulsive thought loops, memories, emotions, concepts, fantasy, endless mental activity, neither good nor bad. That’s how it is with the mind, most of the time.
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Monday, February 10, 2014
|ink drawings from Lohbado's sketchbook|
Speaking of foot slap tap dance vibrations, which incidentally is invigorating for the nervous system and has a positive influence on one's health and well being, Lohbado watched another Luis Bunuel masterpiece called "Susana".
One could interpret the movie however one wishes. Gilles Deleuze writes about the movie in Cahiers 1, with a complicated sentence that is best understood after reading more than once.
Lohbado wrote about the movie in his diary. In Susana, a super-heroine of the Oogah-underground escapes the reformatory, which looks sort of like a mental hospital/prison from the fifties. Locked in the basement, in solitary confinement, she gazes at a bat, hanging from an overhead beam, then at some rats and at a spider. She sees the shadow of the cross on the floor and prays, as if to the Lord of Prisons. She prays a second time, asking the Lord to do a miracle. The Lord answers her prayers. The bars come loose. She escapes in a burst of thunder and lightening to a farm, where like the lovely Satan in Bunel's Simon of the Desert, she takes delight in turning the household upside down. She laughs at how easy it is to seduce and overpower the three main male characters. There's a scene like from a Dostoyevsky novel, when son clenches his fist against father, as they quarrel over Susana.
Susana almost succeeds in controlling the household as she unleashes the power of basic instinct, but then pushes things too far. It's almost like she's having so much fun playing the game, she doesn't really care how it turns out in the end. After her project is on the verge of succeeding, the whole thing falls apart. She's taken back to the reformatory. The household can return to its genteel, respectable routine. Even the horse that gets sick when Susana arrives and is on the verge of being put to sleep, miraculously gets better.
They should have listened to the maid who recognized that Susana was the adorable Satan. But then they wouldn't have got to experience what happens... what lurks under the surface of bourgeois respectibility.
Friday, February 7, 2014
Thursday, February 6, 2014
|pencil drawings by Lohbado|
Later, Lohbado went to the plaza and read his own bar code. The bar code contained the story of his life.
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Monday, February 3, 2014
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Saturday, February 1, 2014
The core hospital extends from the corner of Cote Des Neiges and Cote Saint Catherine. Lohbado walked past the hospital complex just about every day. He often paused to take photos with his pocket camera. The pattern of windows, the beige earth tones drew his gaze upwards, towards the sky. The face of the hospital was like a cliff. He knew people who were born and who died there. Lohbado even went in himself a few times for various tests.