Freedom Rings-A Painting For Marc Emery

Ready For Freedom

When I first approached this piece, I imagined it green -mostly green with white, and a few splashes of yellow/pink. I imagine big sweeping strokes–this piece is about freedom after all.

But then, as I stared at my blank canvas I thought of Tamara, her feistiness and the first colour i grabbed was red. I used LOTS of it, like plaster, it was hot and red like flames and I thought of what a burning passion-obsession this desire for cannabis freedom was.

People are dying over it, losing their children, houses, family pets murdered by cops,organized crime  taking ownership of  it, gov’t punishing innocents to facilitate this cycle.  then i thought of marc emery, in prison… (out came the black)

But through, shining through was always the green. Brighter even then our passion for it, bright even in the hands of the cartels, the ignorant gov’t, fearful pharma, brighter than the war, the fights, the sacrifice….shining through it all is the green–the reason we are all in this…for the green–its holiness, its healing, its peace.

In a magic book somewhere, i read to combine the colour green & red is a powerful abundance spell.  Knowing this, as I painted it, I prayed on that. That Marc Emery get the money he requires to get free & to free cannabis, that the person buying this piece, knowing the proceeds are going to Marc Emery be blessed with abundance, and that all of us, every child of the cannabis goddess be blessed BLESSED with an abundance of cannabis always!  May all children of the goddess  be blessed and protected all-ways!

Let Us Be Free, Blessed Be

Freedom Rings

2 ft wide x 4 ft high

acrylic on canvas

it looks crooked here because of how its sitting on the tarp drying. once its dry i can  photograph it properly.

Freedom Rings

Freedom Rings under blacklights-can't really see it well in photo--in real life it POPS!

to purchase this piece go to: http://sacc.alberta420.ca

ALL PROCEEDS OF THIS SALE ARE GOING TO MARC EMERY’S LEGAL FUND

If you smoke weed, or love someone who does, you can donate here:   http://freemarc.ca/

Painting For Love & Freedom

black light finish

My time lately has been dominated by this: http://flourishinggardenfarm.wordpress.com/about/

That is not the reason I haven’t been painting much though. As it often happens, my disgust over the nepotism & superficiality of the “art scene” becomes a huge de-motivator for me artistically. I can’t just paint for the sake of painting, it has to be relevant. It has to mean something.  Two opportunities have come up lately that I am very excited about! I am breaking some big “art scene business” rules with both these pieces, but these days, i’m in a devout “fuck the art scene” frame of mind. I’m pulling a Tom Petty on the scene.

The first piece is for Tamara Cartwright, Founder Southern Alberta Cannabis Club.  It is for her auction to raise money for political prisoner Marc Emery (a cause close to my heart.)  I have the perfect canvass too! I can’t wait to paint it! By day, it’ll look like a Daniela Aum abstract of gloriously freeing colour. But under blacklights, the image of holy bud will leap off the canvass all aglow, like the holy glow it offers all who positively partake in it!

The fact that its for Tamara makes it all the more special for me.  She is a brave cannabis freedom warrior who represents the cause with great dedication, and she does it without the fame & entourage that the glammy city folks get to revel in.  She doesn’t have thousands of people blowing smoke up her ass to keep her going.  She does it mostly alone, while championing various obligations, stresses & burdens in this life. I admire her passion & dedication, but mostly her discipline & perseverance.  The money raised will be going to Marc Emery’s cause, which is a worthy one.  But this painting is very much about Tamara, as a shining passionate poster child of activism, about cannabis liberators in general…about the dedication, bravery and perseverance freedom requires. Here’s Tamara’s link to learn more: http://sacc.alberta420.ca/

To learn more about Marc Emery & how to help him: http://www.cannabisculture.com/

The same day, I heard from an old neighbor/friend from the country.  She was blessed to be raised in a VERY high vibration family which was always very warm & kind to me.  This woman is grounded and yet hip, wild & vibrant.  She is as naughty as she is wholesome–a double currant flows through her harmoniously.  If I had to create a spice mix for her, it would be rose petals, lavender & black pepper in a sleek & hip grinder!  I look forward to moving back to the country, and i’m taking this commission as a sign, seeing as that’s where this piece will go! She wants a 4 x 4 piece, and when painting, size matters! For me that’s total freedom. She requested Blues &Yellows and I can already see how I will approach the piece.  I will start with an electric & deep blue and water it down in layers. Slather it on, spray it down…over and over until its SATURATED.  Then will come a top layer of yellow with blue low lights which will cause hints of green where they overlap. I will also do a black light finish, so should she install black lights, she’ll get 2 paintings in one! She has given me her 3 top songs which I will listen to as I paint so I can “tap in” to the DUENDE she resonates with. Music is the most powerful conduit of DUENDE.

I can already feel the piece, I can see it…I can’t WAIT to experience it!!!

The canvass for the Spierenburg Commission

Daniela Aum Is Pulling A Goya On This Bitch!

photo by Adam Ibbotson

“Son, I’ve made my life out of readin’ people’s faces,
And knowin’ what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
so if you don’t mind my sayin’, I can see you’re out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey I’ll give you some advice.
If you’re gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.
You got to know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold ‘em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
Ev’ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin’
Is knowin’ what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
‘Cause ev’ry hand’s a winner and ev’ry hand’s a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.”

The Gambler, Kenny Rogers

On that note–with a recent election approaching, and a guy like Rob Ford at the helm, I suddenly feel like its time to get the fuck out of dodge.  Have you ever debated with a Ford fan? I have debated with racists, bigots, devil worshipers -one who even said he hexed me for criticizing Ford!! Did he EVER pick the wrong lady to hex!!! He’ll be regretting that shortly I’m sure lol)

The cross section of this city’s population that supports Ford is FRIGHTENING–enough to make me question this entire city–one I was born & raised in!!!Anyway, this depression has plunged me into an art rut. It used to be that I was happy to paint just for the experience of it. Lately it seems pointless–just colours.  And the burdens of day-to-day life coupled with the oppression and tyranny of an evil Harper regime, and Archie Bunker types like Ford getting cheers–it just makes me shudder–the only colour i see is the colour of shit, and/or Armageddon.

Over the years, I have evolved  to become quite the political heckler–the difference is I don’t hide in a crowd, or guise it as satire, I come right out & tell them. I contact them any way I can–and call them out publicly through things like twitter & facebook to name a few. My online presence can be fierce, and G20 turned a passion into an OBSESSION.

It gets me A LOT of flack, and I get threatened with all sorts of shit. So when even Marc Emery had to recount his stance on civil disobedience, I had to take pause. It was a BIG alarm. I had to pay attention.  When the brilliant film WELCOME TO DEMOCRACY got snubbed at The TUFF awards even though it got the most votes in its category–BIG WAKE-UP CALL!!!! Time for more subtleness & diplomacy. Time to pull a Goya on this bitch!

Goya knew when to shut the fuck up–he knew when to start painting in code. It saved his life, and it will do the same for me.  I am shutting the fuck up. I am respecting the law, and not abetting in any acts of civil disobedience. I do however send prayers of protection for all that are, and I respect your heroism.

I am crawling into the belly of the beast, like a big antacid. Many like me are doing the same.

They will give us cannabis– to shut us up.  That is coming.  In exchange, they will expect us in gratitude to turn a blind eye to every other act of corruption. Those that speak against it, will disappear.  The smart ones, will develop a new language, through music, dance & art, where truth will be safe.  The very demons we expose will pay big money for the songs & art that ridicule them.  Their arrogance will not allow them to feel threatened, and so, if we are smart, we survive.

Goya let the demons pay his way, and mocked them for it in his work. They, in essence, paid him to mock them–and they didn’t even know.  I now adopt the Goya strategy, so I tell you, that my painting will now trickle down….the pieces I offer will be marking an occasion, will have a hidden message & EVERYTHING about them, title and all, will be a code. This is for all our protection.

My online presence will not change–I still live transparently because I truly have nothing to hide.  Actually, I have grown to become so wholesome, and such a positive contribution, I am actually a poster child of what the gov’t wants. The only thing they hate about me is my honesty, and my passion for cannabis, which they will be legalizing anyway, so even that issue gets resolved soon enough.  My big mouth is the thing they fear & would kill me for. Well, I’m sick of yelling anyway.
I’m not going to defeat them, so instead, i will inspire them.  Just wait & see…

I call on the spirit of DUENDE now!!!!

WELCOME TO DEMOCRACY on TUFF

who's canada? OUR canada!

Every once in a while I’m moved…MOVED….and it happened again.

Its the Toronto Urban Film Festival time again & a VERY VERY brilliant film has been submitted. In order to view & vote you have to register–sooooo worth it–sooooo worth it!!!!!! Its called Welcome to Democracy
Created by b.side
Boyan Stergulc :: Director, Editor, Writer and Animator
Abigail Pinto Correia :: Producer, Co-Editor and Co-Writer

BRILLIANT!!!!

http://www.torontourbanfilmfestival.com/films/welcome-democracy

This film winning would send a HUGE message to “the powers that be” -please take the time, please vote daily.

My review as a creative director & affected citizen:

i have watched this over & over and each time it makes me cry. What happened to the Rights & Freedoms of all Canadians that G20 day HORRIFIED me. I realized that my beloved city….country…continent had become a Kafka novel. I have suffered PTSD since that day and am now phobic of the city i was born and raised in. The city/country I love, I now fear. I now fear those sworn to serve & protect me.

Your film, in its profound silence SHOUTS VOLUMES and gives me a voice. It legitimizes how i feel. Your film empowers me to do MORE despite the fear. Not only is this piece a work of art, but its refreshingly honest, and so profoundly healing. This is film in its true highest potential and THAT is why it deserves to WIN!

Daniela Aum

Submission Request: TRUTH

the watcher

The DUENDE team is working on our next project–part of it, is a mini-video inspired by the word TRUTH.  We intend to showcase the thoughts/feelings of fellow human beings.  We choose this to be a collective wisdom, as a message that we are one people, living one truth. This film also explores the feeling of FREEDOM and our collective wisdom ready to handle it responsibly.

We are seeking this: Music, Pictures, Video Clips, Audio Clips, Animation, Quotes, Blurbs, Art, Digital Art –anything creative that expresses what truth, freedom & society means to YOU.  These must be your own works–we don’t wish to attract any copyright drama.  Please send high quality renderings to daniela@duendeartproductions.com

in subject heading write: TRUTH

Please state in your email that we have your permission to use it in our project. Please also include your name/organization, as you wish it to appear in title credits.

This film will be made available for free online–we will not make a profit or sell this video. As a result, we offer no monetary compensation for your submission or inclusion in the film.  We offer our gratitude, and a platform for you to share your thoughts and feelings about TRUTH & FREEDOM & COLLECTIVE WISDOM OF THE MASSES.

Although grateful for all submissions, we may not be able to include every submission received, but we certainly will try.

Submission deadline: August 8, 2010

Gratitude in Advance,

Daniela Aum

ps: have fun with this, get creative, get your friends together & model for a pic, record yourselves, etc

We will offer a letter of gratitude and reference for every submission we use in the project!

submissions from children to grown adults welcome!

photo by: MARiA GAGLiARDi

photo by: MARiA GAGLiARDi

honesty–healer & catalyst

I’ve been consumed with G20, and haven’t slept peacefully, felt peaceful, just non stop GO GO GO, mad mad mad. One thing about anger, although a great motivator, it doesn’t allow you to process and really absorb what is happening. Last night at bedtime i opened myself to healing so that i could help heal my city. If i stay angry, the world stays angry, and angry was the main G20 problem.

I wasn’t paying attention to where my FIL was driving. He was driving up & down sidestreets looking for a place to park—we were headed to PRIDE. I was really affected hearing about the gay community being targeted at G20, and i felt it important to offer my support.

Suddenly we were parked & when i looked up from what i was doing, i noticed that ‘holy shit, we’re parked DIRECTLY across from police headquarters!’ i was suddenly paralysed in fear. I have been sooo active online rally crying—am i a target? Are they going to do a snatch & grab if they recognize me from the protest? Oh my god, my poor FIL, he’d either attack a cop or have a heart attack…all these things running through my head and then i got angry, but then suddenly, from deep within, i don’t know where, but i broke down sobbing…i sobbed that this isn’t fucking cuba and it shouldn’t be like this. I should feel SAFE standing there…to serve and protect???? what the fuck happened to that? This is SAD SAD SAD!!!! and i sobbed. And walking around PRIDE every time i saw a cop smile, or give directions, or anything i started to cry. What i was mourning i’m not sure, but man—i out poured grief—pure grief.

I was then further fucked up by seeing not only a massive police presence (although uber-friendly cops) but all sorts of recruiting tents—even for CSIS!!! and then, to add insult to injury, the cops led the fucking parade!!! and the crowd CHEERED!!!! i couldn’t f-ing believe it. So i yelled—”WHY THE FUCK are you cheering? These people BEAT YOU UP less than a week ago!!!!! someone fucking BOO” and i started booing like a pscho and others joined me and one even thanked me (although some gave me death glare though)

The parade itself was a disappointment. besides a few fun costumes & floats (the S&M float was sooo cute—i loved it + the naked old guys were fun too) but i found the bulk of the parade it was mostly advertizing for people running for mayor. WAY too political a parade. The liberal float pissed me off and the the Israeli part was  BIG & beautiful and wonderful. but I found in the parade itself a select few were holding anti-palestine signs that were particularly offensive. Very insensitive signage showing the word palestine dripping with blood and justifying the occupation. That wasn’t the platform for that discussion and knowing that the majority of Palestinians killed are children….well as a woman, i had to leave. I would not support that shit. So i said something out loud–as did others actually, and left.

Walking back to the car i saw a bike squad of cops getting their helmets on—and all the stuff i felt earlier began to kind of crescendo and i got a flashback of something i overheard someone say earlier “Negative feelings are other worlds being imposed upon yours” and i thought you guys are not imposing your shit on me. You aren’t cops, you are human beings and i refuse to be afraid or hate you. I cannot live in that energy-i won’t. The only way to not totally lose my shit is to be honest. That’s all i know how to do. Honesty is my only weapon.

So i walked up on them and started to almost hyperventilate. I could barely get words out and an officer stepped forward and said “mam are you ok? Do you need help?” i nodded as i teared up & responded “i have developed a horrible phobia of police in groups and i have to face my fear. I need to talk with you & look at you in the eye. I need remind myself that you are human” one of the officers was surprised and said “oh my god, why would you be scared of us???” he was in total disbelief but i can tell he was overcome with compassion. I said “i’m scared of you because of what you guys did at G20”

his face collapsed. One of the others said “mam, you know, we had a job to do” and instead of getting mad, i broke down SOBBING…i mean SOBBING—i said “you beat up so many innocent people, so many people you hurt & for what? because they sang the anthem? Because they asked for the poor to be fed? Because they’re gay?” The first cop looked me right in the eye & said “i am so sorry. I am so so so sorry” the more he said it the harder i cried, the harder i cried, the more he said it. The cop that at first defended himself never said another word and looked down in OBVIOUS SINCERE SHAME.

Another cop that until now was in the background said “mam, we’re not all like that, i promise, we are here to protect you. I swear” sobbing even harder i said “how do i know? How am i supposed to know which one of the group of you will kick my ass given the opportunity? How am i supposed to know when you all wear the same uniform? When one of you is guilty YOU ARE ALL GUILTY!!! If you are different, then you have to speak out—you have to speak out –because already we didn’t trust you guys…but now WE HATE YOU. We hate you all, now we have to fear you all, and i don’t want to hate & fear you because you are human just like me. Yet i’m afraid to even enjoy PRIDE because i’m afraid one of you bastards will kidnap me”

the first guy—the i’m sorry cop—said “why on earth would we kidnap you?”

“Because i protest. I hate harper & i tell the world. I’m an activist and that’s why i’m scared of you.”

“m’am, protesting is your right, and its my job to protect you so that you can. It is your right to protest”

“THEN WHY DID YOU HURT THOSE PEOPLE??? WHY???TELL ME WHY??”””” i SOBBED & BEGGED and i could tell it took everything for these guys to not start crying too.

I put up my hand as though i didn’t even want to hear their answer and walked away.

They called out after me “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, we aren’t all bad, we are here to protect you” and i could tell they felt like shit. As we drove past them they all waved with a sad pity look on their face. I gave them a peace sign and hollered out to them pleading & crying very hard ‘WE ARE PEACEFUL!!!” they all watched as we drove away –3 giving me the peace sign back, the others looked down VERY ashamed.

My father-in-law described their facial expressions as “what have i done?”


6 cops that i guarantee will not sleep well tonight

This is what democracy feels like-Canada Day Protest-Queen’s Park

NO MORE WILLFUL BLINDNESS

The day before yesterday we had fun making jokes about what the protest would be like, getting beat up by cops etc. We laughed as we thought of slogans for signs and decorated t-shirts. I have never gone to so much trouble dressing up for Canada day before, but then again, i have also never felt more patriotic. Its not until you lose you’re freedom and sovereignty that you truly understand what it means to have it i guess.

So we hopped in a cab and as it approached Queen’s park we saw almost no pedestrians, only cops—and they were EVERYWHERE. They surrounded the entire perimeter of Queens Park and all surrounding intersections. The adrenalin began to rush & we realized we were about to enter a truly fucked up situation. We got soooo shaky that we actually asked the cabbie to keep driving. Our cabbie said “why should you be scared, they are the ones that did wrong. I drove cab all through the G20 and i saw so many bad things, so many police abuse their power.” He gave us his full support.

We stopped at a bar just outside “the zone” to catch our bearings and take the edge off with a drink before heading in—even though we don’t usually drink-we’re mostly cannabis users. It was THAT scary-drove us to drink. We sat on the patio several blocks away and every few seconds we saw a cop drive by. They were in vans, cars & on bikes—total pigs on parade kind of Kafka shit. VERY intimidating.

We approached the park from behind at about 5:20pm and saw no one–only cops. They glared at us as we approached. We whispered to each other “what if no one showed up” and then we thought “if we are the only ones we are FUCKED”

Half way to the front of the building along the side, my march buddy Wolfy turned around with a glowing grin and said “oh yeah—people came” My heart began to swell as i sped up to reach my people at the front doors of the building. I heard drums, singing, chanting. I saw victims hugging & consoling each other—beat up, bruised up, scared, scarred but not defeated., and definitely not demotivated. These victims were speaking out, sharing their stories about rape threats & sexual assaults, indiscriminate beatings.

A silk screener was on hand making flags for people to wear saying things like ASK ME WHY I PROTESTED G20, ASK ME WHAT THEY DID TO ME WHEN I WAS ARRESTED & DETAINED.

People wore T-Shirts that read ASK ME WHAT HAPPENED TO MY CHILDREN AT TORONTONAMO. I stopped and spoke with one man. White-yuppy, likely once a conservative voter. He was shaken up. His 27 year old son & 22 year old daughter were detained & BRUTALIZED. He seemed stunned, dismayed and as i recount my talk with him, my eyes well up, and finally, finally i can allow myself to cry—as while i was there i had to be alert & too in the moment to process the profoundness of what i experienced hearing these stories from the mouths of the victims. Seeing their bruises and bashed up faces.

So many stories of young women, even reporters being threatened with gang rape. Gays were targeted and they too were threatened with rape. Gays were particularly victimized as not only were they assaulted & detained like the rest, they were further ridiculed & gay-bashed. Talk about nasty flash-back….and just before PRIDE! I hope the homosexual police community do something, actually, the whole police community, as right now, to me, all police officers are guilty by association unless they honestly & publicly admit to what they saw & did.

Anyway, the place was PACKED with people. There were THOUSANDS OF US. We were big, loud, and PISSED OFF. The demographic of the crowd was varied, interesting & really really inspiring. I was particularly surprised by the amount of elderly people that attended—i mean walker old. They poured out so much love & compassion to the detainee victims. They were truly angry and it was awesome to see old ladies telling cops they should be ashamed of themselves. There was a part of us that wondered if maybe they came to act as human shields. Surely the cops wouldn’t stampede the elderly? These days I’m not so sure…anyway, it did feel comforting to see the elderly come out to stick up for us. I was REALLY grateful to see so many.

The young yuppy 30-40 something crowd made an AWESOME appearance—they are the cream of the crop in terms of voters as they will be making a lot of the money—their presence alone should make MP’s squirm as they were screaming louder than we were and were the largest group. I could see they really liked the empowerment of participation-they were hooked- this will become a new trend that is sure to piss off parliament! You could see it. They realized us “pothead conspiracy theorists” have been soap box preaching this stuff for years, and they laughed us off, and now VOILA! We live in a kafka novel! The price of freedom truly is eternal vigilance, and now they know. The mistake of denial & apathy will never happen again.

The most BEAUTIFUL & INSPIRING thing about the yuppy demographic is that THEY BROUGHT THEIR KIDS!!!! Again, i well up. From toddlers to teens the crowd had LOTS of children. I overheard parents explaining to kids about why they were there. My heart wanted to explode with joyous hope that maybe this will be a catalyst for a mass enlightening. Maybe, just maybe, we’ll be alright. The children did that for me. One baby wore a t-shirt that said I MAY BE SMALL BUT I KNOW STUFF.

END PROHIBITIONThe hash mob made their usual respectful appearance. I always feel safe marching with the Hash Mob. They held the Cannabian flag up high reminding the politicians that many voters in this crowd are Cannabis users & the issue of prohibition won’t be forgotten either. That’s in our list of complaints. Cannabis users have been stereotyped and targeted for years as a cop’s favourite punching bag. People in my cannaculture have lost their jobs, homes, children, have been murdered by police, tased, tortured, beaten, family pets shot in front of children….you name it, we’ve suffered it!

When it was just blacks & pot-heads being beaten up no one cared except blacks & potheads. Now the rampant abuse has spilled out to the general population, now people see that we weren’t making this shit up.

FREE MARC

Medics shared stories about being beaten by police for helping victims of assault. They had their medical supplies confiscated. Volunteer medics were arrested & detained. Medics said the only people that needed medical assistance were police brutality victims. Even people with SEVERE head injuries were denied medical treatment.

I could go on forever with the horror stories. At one point when we approached Police Headquarters & a group of cops confronted us, blocking our path to the building-we yelled SHAME. We screamed about rape threats & brutality while looking these pigs right in the eye and they stared back at us laughing in ridicule. This is the shit the news won’t show you.

Just before our protest ended, we heard news from the speaker that one member from our crowd had been pulled out of the crowd & detained. We were asked to stay close together & to travel in groups. We were warned that past protesters were targeted and harassed by police after the events when on their own. We were warned that we were all now targets & that we should leave in groups as those traveling alone were at risk of being snatched by police.

Despite our police force behaving like 3rd world terrorists, here is where my beef actually lies: THE MEDIA. The public now knows our politicians are treasonous and our police chief a criminal, and our Mayor a pussy. What they don’t yet grasp is that most local media these days are AGENTS OF THE STATE, CENSORED, AND DISHONEST. What you see on CP24 is PURE BULLSHIT. They are lying to you—blatantly. They are sincerely UNDER-REPORTING in a desperate attempt to keep the public NAIVE about recent events in an effort to diffuse or distract people from what clearly is going on in this country. They fear a mass expression of resistance, which is going to happen anyway, so the media better get on board and start telling the truth, or we’ll do it for them. We are doing it already anyway, and THAT is why they want to shut down the internet. They are scared, and well they should be. YOU CANNOT STOP THE POWER OF THE PEOPLE BECAUSE THE POWER OF THE PEOPLE WON’T STOP.

Please understand, there truly is strength in numbers. Start being accountable for your own education. Think outside the box of the news. Start listening to your fellow citizens. Start joining hands & energy. THOSE OF YOU WHO REMAIN SILENT ARE GIVING YOUR CONSENT TO TYRANNY.

July 10 at queens park is our next rally. Let’s make it too big for the news to ignore.

Daniela Aum

Silence Means Consent. say NO!

ps-these pics above were taken by myself, but Photographer Maria Gagliardi was there to witness the protest & here are some preliminary photos raw & unedited for you to preview of the event:

Apolgize

time for change hash mob-love these guys

a8 does this look like a terrorist? c'mon

these boots were made for walking... you can't stop the power of the people

freedom is a celebration! dissent is not a crime

rub it in who's canada? OUR canada!

And so it begins…

Tonella

Until the Tonella piece was in Jordan Friedman’s hands I could not move forward with ANYTHING. It was like that transaction was the catalyst for something grand, and until it happened, alchemy couldn’t happen. How ironic that the first painting I do as “Daniela Aum” sells instantly–before its even done…the numerology didn’t lie!!!! As soon as i changed my name, EVERYTHING changed!

So now the plan: quite a big one!!!! where to start????? Get its photo edited & posted on the website.

Well….Tonella/Isaac/Me/Glenn are going out on a double date to brainstorm & get on the same page. See how we gel as a group…me & tonella—so easy…..so cozy…giggly….now let’s see how the boys play.

Then us 4 are going to visit Jordan to see the piece hung—i might cry. Anyway, the idea is to photograph us all and hopefully film an awesome conversation about how the piece came to be, and how art & music is a symbiosis etc etc to be used in a film format. Soooo many overwhelming ideas coming to me about film…..overwhelming ideas.

She gave me a copy of her unmixed upcoming LP with the promise that I will keep it sacred. (I feel honoured) Holy f-ing shit-its AWESOME. The kind of stuff that gives you shivers. Strong-deep-emotional openness.

When we met & bonded at my beloved HotBox Cafe in Kensington, we discussed the personal resistance we get from some family in our artistic pursuits. She said something to the effect of (totally paraphrasing here) about how it would be different if she was “singing for the lord”….that line really struck a chord in me and I kept hearing it over and over in my head all night & the next day…until it hit me…that girl is definitely singing for the lord—what a vehicle. (see below on a commentary about my concept of lord & god) Her music is heavy hitting…i keep comparing her music to an ocean wave because that’s how….powerful…yes, powerful it is. Its personal. Its her digging within, peeling back the layers, who am I? Who are you? How can I love you? Why am I with you? Why I love myself enough to move on…..god can send a FUFILLION (a term my work-buddy came up with) people to her—here is an anthem…something to sing at the top of your lungs when you are seething in emotion and have no where to put it. So healing—how can that not be a god thing????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

This is a wave I intend to ride live & IN COLOUR.

9 canvasses, 1 for each song…first for the LP -but then….let that good “lord” we ache for grace us with the means to tour live-so that I can paint live to it, night after night, different crowds, different places, different hearts, different minds, different experiences. We are both ready.

And when you buy her album…put it on track 5 just …is awesome-especially LOUD—FUCKING AWESOME—can’t WAIT to paint that one live!!!

My Creative Command Central

My painting spot my creative command central

My Concept of God

I have no friggin idea.

i’m sure there must be something…a higher…being? energy? love…universal love-ness? big alien-we are a petre dish? Like most, I struggle with the balance of things in this universe. Why do we have to devour to survive? Why suffering? makes it hard to see the benevolence in this so called god. but then, i have been blessed with apparitions, i have had experiences with entities, have been graced with miracles to the point that i cannot deny the evidence of the mystical, the magical, the holiness….and yes the benevolence of this universe. when i refer to god, its not to some cranky old bastard sitting on a cloud ready to smite the world.  my god is a mysery…but one i ache for.

Not Just Any Gig…

All The World Is A Stage

As a mystic/artist its easy for me to connect with every person I meet on some level. As an empath, I tend to “feel” those around me…all those around me. Obviously, as with anyone, I resonate with some more than others. Some places better than others.

On February 13, 2010 I painted live in the “Lover’s Lounge” at The LOT http://lowerossingtontheatre.com/

Daniela Aum

The event was so…important…on so many levels…I had to let it digest for a bit before being able to write about it. So much to describe: the place, the owner, the audience, the coquettes, Jordan, Tonella & Isaac…what a night!

The Place: No detail forgotten, to the extent of having rose petals sprinkled at the entrance leading you all the way into the theatre, your heart was opened before even stepping into the front doors.  Its cool, funky, pretty- sure…its all those things…but more importantly—THE ENERGY. WOW!!!!! Awesome AWESOME energy to paint in!!!!! I could have painted all night….which means Nuit Blanche is going to be a BLAST!!! I feel soooooooooooo blessed to be able to do Nuit Blanche in such a HIGH VIBRATION place!!!!

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The Owner: I was so overwhelmed I never even got his name: I only got a few whisps of him…I love him….kinda reminded me of a “moses znaimer of the arts” type of guy. He is VERY important energetically to anything of indigo light. He is a safe platform for talent. He is VERY blessed…I was honoured to have been able to paint for him. such a….’profound’ aura. that’s the word for him—profound. His energy had a HUGE impact on me. I felt very very blessed to have been able to paint for him.  I hope to do so again one day—I feel there is a lot he could teach me.

The Audience: SEXY. What a FUNKY crowd. It was classy but not yuppity…it was artsy…funky…refined…brave…sexy….open…jovial….hot—what a HOT crowd. They showed me much love & kindness.

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Les Coquettes: The crowd went wild—enough said! From the reactions of the audience & their happy willingness to dry the bar (no worries-they had back-up stock), I’d say Les Coquettes are AWESOME!! Their costumes are AMAZING—these girls go ALL OUT!!! Its sexy…but its so much more than that—this is the kind of high caliber, multi-faceted theater performance that makes Toronto the raging inferno of brilliant that it is! http://www.lescoquettes.com/ STAGE4

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Jordan: My heartbreak of the night. Jordan “got me” –he got my work & there was a resonating kindness that sparked between us. I knew this boy had a pure soul, and the universe has crowned him a future prince of something and it would do me well to endear myself to him. You meet a lot of nice and cool people along the way when in the arts, but this boy was/is special. He asked to buy the ‘signature’ piece I was working on-called Tonella. Looking at it, I knew it would be put on the block for at least $500…but I so wanted him to have it—as I could tell he really resonated with it…and we really resonated to. I loved this boy and wanted him to have a piece of me. It all felt so holy and I thought “holy spirit” so I said $333. Steep for his budget yet already half of its worth. So, thinking with my heart & hippie head I negotiated both for that price. Its taken me a decade of starving poverty-at times literally moving into my car—to pursue this bloodlust to get me at this point in my art career. 2 joints and a glass of wine, and I threw it all out the window. In art, all your pieces are measured up (often by size) based on your last sale. So as your latest stuff gets pricier, so does all your past stuff—this is why people look at art as an investment. It tends to appreciate over time. BUT if your pricy work suddenly hits bottom-of-the-barrel prices, so does everything else—it doesn’t matter ‘why’ its cheap.  Hard to cut deals in art—it hurts everyone. You either sell it proper, or gift it….hard to negotiate it. My husband glenn is usually my guardian in these areas. At these events he fields the buying questions-he keeps it fair for everybody because his integrity is top notch….and it keeps me from making these types of emotional decisions—its decisions like these that are the reason why at 35 I’m still a starving artist. That night he wasn’t able to stay because of my lack of responsible foresight. This one was all my fault.

A few days after the show I called Jordan and told him of the situation. My husband felt very betrayed as all the work he did to get me to where I am at, I just cut in half w/out even consideration of him. I would have honoured it but Jordan, in his pure heart decided to free me of the agreement saying that he couldn’t hang something on his wall that brought me harm…see why I love this beloved child of the universe??? I am honoured to be the first piece of fine art he buys. I want him to have the piece Tonella. Its f-ing FABULOUS. It will double in worth By October as she & I have decided to collaborate on 2 different projects: Nuit Blanche as well as another creative gem that I’m not quite ready to discuss yet—it combines art/music/film and examines the relationship between them. BIG BIG project. Also, this is the first piece I painted in my new name. I recently changed my surname legally-I decided to choose my own identity/numerology-name. I even had it changed on my birth certificate. Tonella is the first piece I painted as DANIELA AUM. –this is an awesome investment & I hope Jordan still goes for it. I’m calling him today as this issue has been HAUNTING ME. I’m still keeping the price of $333 (but only for him)–but it can only be for the one piece. I hope he goes for it. If he doesn’t, I could easily sell it for twice that–but I really want Jordan to have it. I’d be thrilled to see it hanging on his wall.

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Tonella: Ever meet someone and feel like you’ve known them your whole life? That was me & Tonella. My Indigo sister & I reunited!!! It was sooooo deep & abiding. Her voice…dark…ebbed and flowed and swelled until it crashed in like an ocean wave. Wow…WOW!!! What a talent. The Duende Spirit LOOOOOVES her…she’s a tortured kind of artist…much like me….it was almost painful to paint to her—I resonated that deeply with her music….fucking AWESOME!!! She owned that crowd.  You must understand, these people drank the bar clean, were partying HARD and had just spent an hour watching sexy bodies, and laughing their asses off, hooting, hollering…they would come into the Lounge all loud & crazy… Tonella would really get into her ‘zone’ and the whole room would fall completely silent, awestruck by her, hypnotized and when she reached the end of a song, the crowd literally BURST into applause.  We begged her to stay long after her set was over…and she generously obliged!

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& Isaac: Her partner/manager. Love this boy. Heart of GOLD—great quality in a Capricorn!!! He’s to Tonella what Glenn is to me: BARBED WIRE. These are the guys the universe appoints to act as barbed wire to keep conflicting energies away from the purity of what we do. This allows Tonella to be Tonella & Daniela Aum to be Daniela Aum.  Like Glenn, Isaac has his own talents. Glenn runs www.tripleeyemusic.com & Isaac runs: http://www.i5aac.com/ He’s in film and I think these boys can do GREAT things together. I believe as a 4some, we can collaborate on an AWESOME project!!!

We sooooo need to go on a double date with thee two!!!  As soon as I felt Isaac’s heart centre,  I knew I wanted to collaborate with him professionally. He’s so….wonderful and oozing with talent. He reminded me so much of glenn. I kept thinking “glenn will love him!”

There is seed planted, for this wonderful idea I mentioned earlier….my heart races every time I think of it…..Us meeting them is a huge catalyst…something wonderful is about to happen! I can feel it in every fibre of my being!

…what a night!

Spankings $10:)