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Geminelle: Radiant, Raw, a Woman Rediscovering Herself

Without the story, there is no artist. Without the struggle, there is no sound. Without the journey, there is no soul. With introspection and experience, the path to one’s truth is uncovered in its deep and ever-changing form. Morphing always, the product is not as much a set identity as it is an energy, a humble knowing.

So-Cal bred, Brooklyn based singer-songwriter Geminelle speaks this universal language of self-discovery that embraces audiences with something both resonating and relatable. Sharing her journey through her sound, Geminelle sings not just with candor but a radiance that embraces and invites. A captivating appeal, though, only begins to describe what makes this songstress such a rarity. Entwining glowing vocals with grounded lyrics, Geminelle talks about what it means to be human, to be perfect in one’s imperfection, and to walk through clarity and confusion with spirit and sense.

“I believe that music has the power to heal,” she says in our recent interview. “It’s a beautiful chance to share my story, to share my experiences, my journey, my testimony,” she adds. With roots in San Diego, Geminelle’s aqueous influence is illuminated in her philosophy and entrenched in her music. Growing up by the sea and amidst the mountains fostered an adventurous nature that later found her performing on city streets from Austin and New Orleans to Chicago. Her transition to New York, however, was about being “humbled”, a career move in which she “[learned] how to be a big fish in a gigantic lake, an ocean even.”

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No matter the city, Geminelle maintains a connection and drive that keeps her moving forward personally and artistically. “Every day, I’m trying to figure out myself a little bit more,” she says. “I write from a really real place…and a lot of that is just self reflection and self love and learning self love,” she continues. “All I really want to do is inspire people to be greater.”

With a summer album release ahead, Geminelle’s Audiobook will talk about self-confrontation, self-destruction, and a time in which she was forced to look inside. “It’s my literal journey, for a span of a year and a half,” she says. “I think you can expect from Audiobook this journey of a woman who is rediscovering herself…aside from societal influences, aside from damage and self hate.”

A self-named “writer, artist, counselor,” and “healer”, Geminelle uses her honey-like vocals to grow closer to herself while doing the same with her audience. A woman of many titles, she emanates that which brought her here today. Many roles, cities, and songs later, Geminelle warrants a pensive listen and soothing effect that binds growth with veracity. Like the sea that touches a melding, setting sun, Geminelle abides less by the beginning of one chapter and end of another and more by the remarkable amalgamation of where and how each moment has rippled into the next.

Check out Geminelle’s music here.

A Word With the Wise: Introducing Rael J Wallace

“I’m scared of music, it’s like that perfect woman. I feel like i’m not good enough for her, but I’m addicted.” – Rael J Wallace

I met Ramel “Rael” J. wallace a few months back in San Diego. He was getting interviewed with local college radio show The Beat Bombardment, dawning a strange black cloth over his head and a sense of humble humor outstretched to all present in the studio. I could tell by his goofy get-up and unsuspecting smile that he was a good person to have around.

The first time Ramel and I hung out one on one, he sat on my floor and recited some of his spoken word poetry. “This is the kind of vibe I’m into these days,” he said prompting his succeeding flow. Staring off into the distance, he recited it as if his brain had left him and his words had transcended conventional thought. I was shocked, and meanwhile selfishly ashamed of my own poetry which I had previously thought to be at least somewhat poignant. This was some serious next level art without at all trying to be. Organic and effortless.

A few weeks later, he picked me up for a hip hop and art showcase wearing a cumbersome sombrero paired with a Cuban-esque outfit. Linen pants and loafers coupled with a button down and Mexican headpiece? This was just Ramel. Not needing to prove that he is this or that or to play a certain role. Being goofy if the day’s vibe or sombrero calls for it. No matter the scene or context, Ra(m)el has a reputation for keeping it rael.

For the next few months while I was in San Diego, I got to know him as a person, an artist, and eventually as a cohost on my radio show. His music matched the tone with which he conducted himself – equally hilarious and thought provoking, rhythmically inclined and naturally communally-oriented. There is that all-embracing feel in his music. He wants to uplift himself as much as he does the friends and artists around him. Always as excited about his work as he is enthused about yours, Ramel is the rael deal. The Homie with a capital H.

Acquaint yourself with the Raelest himself, the Homie, Ramel “Rael” J. Wallace. Read below for our interview…


AN: When did you decide that you wanted to pursue music? Was there an album or an artist that prompted you into thinking that this was what you wanted to follow?

RJ: Music has always been medicine to me, and I know i’m not alone in this world. So if music is medicine for me, it must also be medicine for others. Listening to artist like 2Pac growing up, taught me this was more than music. It was about the human experience, revolution and pushing the issues in the culture. Another major influence is Blu, an artist that reveal himself in so many ways and still keep a sense of humor. They are two artist that inspire you to do better in life, but also recognize that we are influenced by the yearns of the flesh. Artist like that influenced me so much that I had to contribute the art. I’ve always needed a vehicle for my social outlooks, and it just so happened that I was good at creating/writing music. It lead me to being surrounded by likeminded individuals and it opened me up to the idea that music can leap past cognition and hit a person in the heart. Thus music and frequency has the potential of changing people drastically. Art and sound make the mind transcend into areas beyond the flesh. Once I realized the power of music I decided that it was my destiny to be blessed with this gift. The gift to artistically share my ideas on truth and the illusion of reality.


AN: Who is Rael J Wallace – both in and out of the music?

RJ: I’m an everyday person, I love my mom, and I’m a non religious black man in America.  Looking for a new Raeligion and trying to discover my Iniverse in a verse.


j-wallace-art-nouveau-magazineAN: Can you tell me a little bit about the San Diego music scene that you are involved with?

RJ: I represent 8th& G, New world Color, Breakbreadtv & Crateworthy. Bam Circa 86 is my OG and the music sounds like psychedelic dirty South west coast jazz. We’ve been pushing music for the past half a decade, while we discovered the origins of our city. San Diego is like the Galapagos island before Darwin got there. Major things are happening and no juan notices. It’s like once you go there you notice the evolution. I’m like darwin, trying to get people to understand and connect the dots, because the history of San Diego is hidden, it really is like an island. San Diego is known as, “Americas Finest City” and is home to lots of tourist and military influence. ie its political, and all politics slow down art. The counter cultures are strong in San Diego, and I have plans to showcase that idea soon. Artist like Gonjasufi, Gaslamp Killer, Blame One, Masters of the Universe, Mitchy Slick all have a major influence on the perspective of the San Diego, and have all had the opportunity to expand out of the city. It doesn’t happen to most. And as Havana Maxie would put it, ” All art is not for public consumption”. Some and I might say most art is solely created out of a need for expression. And people just want to create and evolve at their own pace in San Diego. It’s not aligned to deadlines. Time doesn’t exist out here to people, but I can’t cast the first stone. I always have the feeling that I need to create or my heart won’t beat the right way, even if nobody sees. You can watch me take the blue pill or not, but eventually you’ll be introduced, and I have a nice smile I swear.


AN: Where is your mind at these days. What’s influencing you?

RJ: Being around other creatives is the most inspirational thing I can do besides live life. So to concrete the idea my team & I are opening up a workspace in Barrio Logan, California (  2151 Logan Avenue, California ) called The Church. A place where art is our raeligion, so we pray to creation. The owners of BreakBreadtv teamed with a local Visual company Milton: Motion & Design to open up a space for creatives (Thanks to Mark Escobar & Frank Luna). we have a community feast and greeting at The Church on July 1st.

I’ve been helping Breakbreadtv for the past year as Creative Director, and working with students at Platt College with visuals. I’m scared of music, it’s like that perfect woman. I feel like i’m not good enough for her, but i’m addicted. It’s fun as a creative because you have to move around and try different forms of expression. A creative or imaginative person just needs to let that out. And as humans we are natural thinkers, so we are instinctually creative. Just look at the imagination of a child; it’s other worldly. So i’ve been helping film things, create ideas and I write music everyday.


AN: You were recently signed to a label. What’s happening with that and how do you see that helping you in the future?

RJ: I recently got signed to New World Color, an indie LA record label owned by producer Mainframe and rapper Blu. I’m really just testing the waters, because as an artist you feel like you reach a ceiling when it comes to promotion, my hands can only reach so far. This allows me to feed more mouths, yet have artistic freedom. New World Color was a training ground for cats like Johnson& Johnson, DJ Exile, Blu & Danny Brown, so I feel blessed beyond articulation. I plan to be in the same likeness as my peers but by my own definition. I just have to put in the work and I’ve been working on this deal for about 4 years. From the initial push at recording to 18 of Blu’s productions on a project entitled The Laundry Room I( released in 2011), then doing a followup official project with Blu called Raelblz in 2012. I’m beyond amped that the pot is finally boiling over. I inked a 2 album deal with New World Color  so I plan on building a great relationship with the people that influenced me initially. I’m going to do a reissue of  The Holyfield with 5 bonus tracks. The Holyfield is a project I did with Soulection producer Abjo, about imagination. We are releasing it on iTunes via New World Color along with some dope visuals in the near future. The second project is entitled Kali/Cali which is about time.


AN: Tell me about Kali.

RJ: She represents the Hindu Goddess of time, space, death and reincarnation. When you think about all those concepts, they are essentially the same thing. Death implies life and life implies death. As does time defining space. It also happens that I am from Cali- fornia/Kalifornia. Either way San Diego, California is one of the most beautiful places on the planet. The curves of the hills became Kali’s hips, the oceans transformed into her eyes, and we had pillow talk on the clouds every afternoon. The concepts began to overlap and they eventually became each other. Kali became my California. And I started to study the archetype of the Woman Goddess, and how woman was the foundation of life. Man was to build his renaissance upon her. These concepts became the basis for not only an album but also the basis for how I approach art. Kali is the comic constant within my music. Kali was time, the perfect woman that you can never have back.


AN: Give us an idea of a day in the life of Rael J.

RJ: Wake up, go to Church and record, eat korea BBQ, and try not to get deported. #jamaica

#lyricallyspeaking Lana Del Rey – “West Coast”

Good music speaks volumes… rather than impose analysis, step back and expose linguistic artistry… listen, look, and linger in fantastic rhythmic reality: lyrically speaking

Down on the West Coast, they got a saying
If you’re not drinking, then you’re not playing
But you’ve got the music, you’ve got the music in you, don’t you?
Down on the West Coast, I get this feeling like it all could happen
That’s why I’m leaving you for the moment, you for the moment
Boy blue, yeah you
It’s getting harder to show it
I’m feeling hot to the touch
You say you miss me
And I always say I miss you so much
But something keeps me really quiet
I’m alive, I’m a lush
Your love, your love, your love

I can see my baby swinging
His parliament is on fire when his hands are up
On the balcony and I’m singing
Ooh baby, ooh baby, I’m in love
I can see my sweet boy swinging
He’s crazy and Cubano call my only love
On the balcony and I’m singing
Move baby, move baby, I’m in love
I’m in love
I’m in love

Down on the west coast, they got their icons
Their silver starlights, their queens and cyclones
And you got the music, you got the music in you, don’t you?
Down on the west coast, they love their movies
Their golden cars and rock-n-roll groupies

And you got the music, you got the music in you, don’t you?
You push me harder for the way
I’m feeling hotter than fire
I guess I know and how to be and make it feel I’m a child
Didn’t say you gotta know, boy it’s you I desire
Your love, your love, your love

I can see my baby swinging
His parliament is on fire when his hands are up
On the balcony and I’m singing
Move baby, move baby, I’m in love
I can see my baby swinging
His parliament is on fire when his hands are up
On the balcony and I’m singing
Ooh baby, ooh baby, I’m in love
I can see my sweet boy swinging
He’s crazy and Cubano call my only love
On the balcony and I’m singing
Move baby, move baby, I’m in love
I’m in love

The Show Must Go On

When one chapter closes, another opens. The story is simple. One crisis leads to another climax, another climax draws upon a sudden conclusion, and the conclusion brings us right back to where we started. The beginning, the inciting incident, the boom and the bang that traces our footsteps into another series of narrative problems is not just Hollywood, baby; it’s life.


So, where are we now? What part of the story are we in and where are we going? One must wonder. If life is like a movie, let us just say we have not quite hit the big screen. This is the uncut version, just as raw as Harry meeting Sally and just as real as Stella when she got her groove back and lost it all over again. At some point, the cameras must stop rolling. The makeup must come off. The flashing lights must flip their switch and the characters must flee the scene. But, the show? The show, ladies and gentlemen, must go on.

The dice are rolled.The cards are played. The winner takes the luscious blond back to his hotel room. The losing players take a last swig of their whiskey and leave. The table empties. The attendant stacks the chips, shuffles the cards, and introduces the same game to another set of players.


At the beginning of the night, no one knows what role they may end up fulfilling – the winner, the loser, the blond? All they know is that the game must be played. The script is improvised, from one blank page and one mad game to another. Maybe Act One did not end where we wanted it to. Perhaps the ordinary world never called to adventure, or the adventure did not quite cross the first threshold. In something like a Hollywood stripped of its star, we stand subject to the crazed narrative. No matter how many times the dice are rolled, we can never tell what the outcome may be. In this life, we can’t choose our genre nor can we choose our theme. Even if we tried, they seem to always choose us.


We surrender to the unwritten script. Whether we play our cards or our cards play us, there is one truth to every tale: The show must go on.

While you are enveloped in sleep, JoKa is toiling into the night stippling acrylic paint to blank facades

While you are enveloped in sleep, JoKa is toiling into the night stippling acrylic paint to blank facades, using images of styles and faces of yore. Having a penchant for meticulous and detailed work led JoKa to his method of hyperpointillism, wherein he uses only toothpicks to apply his tiny dots of color. Although his images may be skewed from direct interpretation, the meanings behind his work are usually dark in tone and leaning more towards a devious nature. Currently residing in Philadelphia, he has exhibited from coast to coast as well as lands afar.

This weekend, JoKa will be apart of a four person show entitled Disassemble Required opening March 9, at C.A.V.E. Gallery. The show features Young Chun, Craww, and Muneera Gerald. Sometimes things must be taken apart and scrutinized to understand their full meaning. Human interactions are subjective to the aspect of each individual viewer, and therefore, one can only assume the understanding of the other partaker. If miscomprehension occurs or the lines of communication get fuzzy, without detailed blueprints it is sometimes hard to put the pieces back together.

JoKa will be releasing a limited print of his piece “Some dont sleep and know our secrets” at the opening. Take a closer look at some of his vibrant new work and if you’re in the Venice area check out the opening of Disassemble Required.

Without you the night will tear me in two

Forever Speak is Eternal

Running from a spinning world only leads to headaches

Prey before Slumber

Every Direction is Interchangeable

whisper a song of death and fear will blossom in your dreams

Indigo Charlie: She’ll Be Vintage One Day

The Beverly Hills sun has decided to take its daily retirement, watching from afar as its once orange glow transitions into a flushed pink haze; it seems as though the city has been placed under a tranced and momentary hush. As the the streets’ inhabitants stroll about, they allow their delicately mellow energy to mimic that of the unwinding sky. Some are making their last purchase at Jimmy Choo, others are grabbing a glass of wine with a significant other, and the select few are even observing the warmth of the day’s close. Whatever the case, it feels as if there is a vibrant energy amongst, a celebration of sorts, of the present phase. The cashiers make their final close; the lovers, their romantic toast; and the silent onlookers, their first step into the eve. The break of day has been attained and the fall of a Beverly Hills night is upon us.




As the couture-lined streets glisten under the peeping moonlight, I enter the scene. Emerging through the doors of The Farm on Beverly Hills Drive, I find my songstress subject, Indigo Charlie, sitting at a table nearby. She dons a black and white striped, floor-length dress and a mane of untamed brunette curls which rest atop her shoulders. It is glamorous for a work uniform, but not when considering her workplace is the ever-glamorous Giorgio Armani. And it is there from which she has just come.


From the get-go, Indigo exudes a boldness about her, an undeniable ambition. Yet, she takes on a humble demeanor that truly is a breath of fresh air. We shake hands and begin to converse about her recent doings: her graduation from FIDM only a few days prior, a new song in the works, and a possible promotion at Giorgio Armani. Mind you, these are not easy tasks to juggle, but Indigo makes it look effortless. Her resume is impressive to say the least, and seeing as this marks only the beginning for this emerging artist, I am naturally intrigued.


I ignite my unraveling series of questions with the one I feel most vital: “Was music the inevitable path?” With a “Yes, however…” kind of retort, Indigo elaborates. On her upbringing as the child of a publicist, she speaks on being placed under the wing of her music industry savvy and in-turn, cautious, mother. Seeing as the latter is now Indigo’s manager, one can assume there must have been some kind of compromise along the way. Initially, though, it was she who was guilty of impressing this inherent passion unto Indigo. In “bringing CDs home from Whitney Houston to Pink”, Indigo started pulling the components of each genre with which she resonated and delving into her personal sound. “I knew I had the soul within me”, Indigo says. And that being the intuitive basis seemed to pave a complex path for the artist.


Her mother, willing to overcome her initial resistance, has since endured the industry hardships for the sake of her daughter’s dream. With school being the obligatory collateral of a greater goal at hand, Indigo took on a hustler mentality from a young age. In school, she was the overachiever type, participating in cheer-leading and being the leader of various clubs. Channeling her hungry work ethic into her creative, soulful side, she began songwriting in her late teen years. Her first single “Never Change,” was her first attempt at the craft. I ask her what kind of internal space manifested such strong lyrics. She laughs in confessing the track being a product of “pent up hatred towards, like, 16 ex-boyfriends.” The more we talk, the more apparent it becomes that Indigo is a ‘what you see is what you get’ kind of artist. Her music is a pure product of herself, and in it, she has nothing to hide. “I am my own biggest competitor,” she admits.


Music is her passion; it is the arena in which the songstress feels she has most evolved. From “Never Change” to her most current single “Falling”, such is evident. Although both tracks are true to the Indigo personality, her maturity in sound and concision in lyricism comes through progressively with each release of a track.


Today, her music is often likened to that of Lykke Li. By the gesture, she “couldn’t be more flattered.” Indigo, like Lykke, illuminates a certain soft femininity that feels crucial these days within the female artist realm. In looking ahead musically, Indigo strives to develop a greater depth to this particular sound in “creating a genre that’s never been heard before… Airy Soul.” The genre, or paradoxical cross-genre rather, would take on the lightness heard by Lana Del Ray and Lykke Li types while exploring the abstract soulfulness of artists like Florence Welch. Despite not feeling as if she has achieved this sound quite yet, her anthology of music videos have sure created the visual.


It is here the other vital components of the Indigo Charlie brand, vintage style and a do-it-yourself approach, are able to shine. Each video is a product of collaboration amongst young Los Angeles talent, fashion designer friends with whom she had gone to school, and video directors she had encountered by chance. Within the music videos, her fashionista self complements a beautifully vampy visual with her feminist sound. “Proudly smelling like a 90 year old woman,” Indigo takes pride in the antiquity of her frocks. In her music videos, she is oftentimes draped in vintage jewels and floor-length gowns while narrating a tale of love or reflecting on the mysteries of self: “Can we float forever or are we falling?”


Simply being in Indigo’s presence, it is obvious for me to see the only way she has to go is up. Despite the trials and tribulations of ex-boyfriends and industry struggles, Indigo has successfully glossed each over through dynamic song. With a soulful adieu and earnest enterprise, Indigo Charlie stands a powerful force. Today, she is label shopping and putting the finishing touches an ode to her favorite artists, seeming clearly enthusiastic about what’s to come. As Indigo finds herself on the cusp of something big, she closes one chapter and takes a graceful leap into the possibilities of another.


As we say our goodbyes, I feel grateful to have witnessed Indigo Charlie at such a vital time in not only her career, but her life. She is obviously much more than a brand name or a freshman artist; she is an ever-creating individual. With her work mentality, creative capacity, and warm presence, she’s got nothing holding her back. Look out for the force that is Indigo Charlie, and remember her name ten, twenty, thirty years from now, for she’ll be vintage one day.


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San Francisco: The Way I See It

I am definitely a romantic when it comes to traveling or immersing myself in any city, or any culture for that matter. I always find something to rave about, something that personifies that place and the people within that simply can not be found elsewhere. Maybe it’s the writer in me. Maybe it’s the romantic. I just can’t help it, and personally, the constant infliction of influence seems to make the experience more enjoyable anyways.

These days, my inner gypsy appears so very eager to explore the California coast that I’ve newly dubbed home. I’ve trekked my way up and down and all around, growing more conscious yet all the more curious about this all-encompassing state. Shaking hands with new faces and stepping forth unto new places, each day becomes a new and glorious reminder of why I love living here.

Come this past weekend, I made my way up to the California city I am and always have been the most fond of: San Francisco. My intent was to tour a few art schools and spend the rest of my time a transparent eyeball, so to speak. As far as I’m concerned, vacations should have no agenda. So me, my sans schedule self, and I followed the weekend breeze and trusted its lead.

Expecting the weather to be situated in its usual fall gloom, an overcast haze that sits atop the city and catalyst of the breeze-laden chill, I was pleasantly surprised to be greeted with clear blue skies. During my four day stay, my camera played my wingman and my feet, the compass.

One thing that is crucial of any city is the way it speaks to its residents. Los Angeles, for instance, makes sure to string an obnoxious plethora of billboards across cluttered roads and junctions, just close enough so that the faces of radio personalities, city lawyers, and celebrity acts are literally hovering over your immobile car. New York City, on the other hand, positions its theatrical billboards high and mighty, flashy and bright, to complement both the opulence and impatience of its scurrying inhabitants. San Francisco, as I have learned over my years of visiting, takes on a different method of communication.

As opulent and scurrying and magnificent as it too may be, San Francisco almost strokes your hair back and whispers in your ear. It wants to inform you. It wants to be discreet. But it needs you to be a part of it. This city speaks for itself. As graffiti art stands bold on many of its walls, grand pieces tell of the personality and story responsible. The aromas of Chinatown’s restaurants and corner eateries’ coffee nearly seduce you upon passing by. The people of the city, with such a knack for organic aesthetic, don’tprove but rather, convey themselves. They don’t identify with their checklist of accomplishments, but instead the intent behind it. As the same can be applied to the art, history, museums, etc., not a trace is left concealed. What you see is what you get.

Of course, I am speaking generally. Through my personal experience, though, such has proven to be true. Having seen the city during the Gay Pride Parade this past summer, spent many sunny Sundays in the crowded and captivating Dolores Park and many mornings running through the Castro District, having worked in coffee shops and raided the vintage stores of Valencia Street..having rode the ferry out to Alcatraz on an ice cold day.. having stayed many-a-time in the Mission District, taking the BART into the city and MUNI over to Haight St., etcetera etcetera, the list goes on.. My point is this: I’d like to think I have a good grasp on the city of which I speak. The city which I hold to the highest regard.

Yes, I may be a romantic. Yes, I am aware that the good and the bad exist, as in any place. But to me, these aspects – good, bad, ugly, and all laced amongst – define San Francisco such a unique place. Visiting this past weekend brought back to that unparalleled feeling I get when I am there. It’s easy to get lost in the embrace.

Studio Visit: Carlos Ulloa’s “Calamitous Conundrums”

Art cannot exist without the artist; the artist cannot exist without the story; and the story cannot exist without the inevitable enigmas, emotions, and interpretations of the journey. Transferring these elements into his complex compilation of collage and sculpture art, Los Angeles based artist Carlos Ulloa tells his tale. His story is one of many characters and places, much breadth and countless shades, and a ringing resonance which defines his art a pure product of his path. From Philadelphia, Florida, New York, Germany, Spain, Los Angeles and a few geographical relocations in between, Ulloa’s body of work is representative of the cultures by which he has been surrounded. As he takes from each place what resonates and leaves behind what does not, art remains his primary constant and “sampling” stands his central craft.

I read an article of Deepak Chopra’s recently in which he states: “reality is a perceptual collage.” This notion, I find bold in Ulloa’s style. No matter the medium, be it sculpture, street art, or collage work (the latter to which he refers as a “two dimensional sculpture”), his creations are just that: perceptions of his own reality. While Germany’s gruff spawned a series of gun and war inspired pieces, Los Angeles’s oftentimes shallow nature (in terms of both substance and aesthetic) was the origin of Ulloa’s two dimensional infatuation and satirical humor within his work.

As reality-centric as they may be, Ulloa’s pieces become all the more enticing through their level of obscurity. There is no definite meaning; each piece is more so defined by essence than literally. The concept may shine through, but the interpretation itself is one for the eye of the beholder. Looking at a piece of Ulloa’s can be something like rereading a favorite book; once you think you’ve got it figured out, you return to it only to discover a new world within.

Having had work featured in galleries across the globe, Ulloa’s reality interpretation turned perceptual puzzlement has clearly worked to his advantaged. Perhaps it is the latter that keeps the audience coming back for more. A challenge for the eye, a stimulant for the imagination, a timeless quandary…Carlos Ulloa’s artistic anthology takes on a stimuli of its own.

Consequently, his coming collection is entitled “Calamitous Conundrums”. Saturday, November 3rd, through December 29th, Ulloa’s pieces will be showcased in Los Angeles’s Bermudez Projects gallery. The series consists of mixed media collages transferred onto wooden veneers, focusing on portraiture. Portrayed is the inner world of the portrayed person that is seldom shown to the outer world.

Quite the conundrum if I do say so myself. While Carlos Ulloa’s creative self is ever changing, I always find myself in awe exploring the multidimensional aspect buried within his pieces. Having the pleasure of getting to know the man behind the work, I can attest to the authenticity of the artist. Ulloa is one-of-a-kind, as is his virtuosity, and there is nothing dubious about that. I look forward to stopping by the Bermudez Projects and encourage those at access to do the same. Follow the journey of Carlos Ulloa as he tells his story, one piece and one conundrum at a time.

For more information on Carlos’s exhibition opening this Saturday, November 3rd, at the Bermudez Projects gallery, click here.


CMND-Z Art Apparel Presents The Ethereal Goddess Collection

Photo by ladyephoto.com

In the wake of the 2012 enigma, California’s CMND-Z Art Apparel is taking the interpretation into their own hands – literally. As visually transpired unto their individually screen printed garments, CMND-Z’s designs portray the matter a revived consciousness as opposed to a halted existence, as it has been commonly perceived. In having this particular collection limited to solely female pieces, the designs capitalize on the feminine uprising. In this sense, the graphics depict an awakening of the female spirit as she steps into her “Ethereal Goddess” self. Each garment is an art piece, boasting a hand crafted design and an accompanying “Prophecy”, both of which stem from this concept. The prophecy outlines four spiritual beliefs that are intertwined with the conscious soul; the designs map out an atypical evolution in which the soul takes on various forms until at last arriving at that of a woman: The CMND-Z woman, she who has “gone back” to herself in her truest essence. Yet again, CMND-Z has entered the season with an original appeal and universal concept alike. This summer is your time to indulge in the ethereal.

He Real #COOL: Wil May Aims to Make Sense, Make Change and Makeshift Happen

Strolling in with effortless finesse for the ladies and rhythmic appeal for the fellas, Hip Hop artist and producer Wil May brings AmericanCOOL to the masses on his recently dropped EP. Having lived in California, Texas, Michigan, New York, and currently Atlanta, May’s style, in its conglomeration, is the outcome of a rather nomadic timeline and one in which he intends “to be the making of new genre which we call COOL.”

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Forever the Electronic Nomad, Bassnectar’s “Omni-Tempo” Sound is Still Sticky & Sweet

The electronic nomad Ashton Lorin, better known as Bassnectar, has succeeded at creating an eclectic and diverse album that within minutes has you unintentionally bobbing your head in appreciation. His album Divergent Spectrum, released on August 2nd, 2011 through his label Amorphous Music, provides us with something more than just your typical dubstep album. Bassnectar’s most recent album explores all facets of electronic music mixed with hard-hitting dubstep beats.

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Deep Inside of Leo Eguiarte’s Parallel Universe

Leo Eguiarte‘s work is like that of a grown-up child prodigy, someone who has sunken within the depths of his childhood fantasies and surrendered to its evolution. I envision him the type who doodled through class, overwhelmed by an equality of access to both left and right brain. More so than anything, his obscure portrayal of different life forms disclose him in this aspect.

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Ron English’s “Status Factory” Opening Reception (Video)

American pop artist Ron English recently opened his latest exhibition Status Factory at the Frank M. Doyle Arts Pavillion of Orange Coast College in Costa Mesa, California. If you look you can see the image of the first cover of Art Nouveau in the show too. Take a closer look at a video of the Status Factory opening reception, thanks to Hurley, below.

David Hochbaum at Corey Helford Gallery (Preview)

On Sat, Feb 13 from 7 to 10 pm,  Corey Helford Gallery in Culver City California will present “You Are Not Falling, You Are Floating” the second solo exhibition by New York artist David Hochbaum. The show will be an immersion into the surreal state of consciousness between being awake and asleep and the secrets about ourselves, which are revealed in our dreams in which David creates a total environment through a stunning mixed media display of paintings, photography, sculptures and an installation.

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