Saturday, December 5, 2009

josephine baker








Friday, November 13, 2009

Monday, November 9, 2009

me lately

lousy, ludic, rude and crude

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

there's a smorgasbord of unspoken poisons
a whole childhood of potions
that are all bottled up
and so one by one i am dusting off labels
i am uncorking bottles and filling up cups
so go ahead and have a taste of your own medicine
and i'll have a taste of mine
but first let's toast to the lists
that we hold in our fists
of the things that we promise to do
differently next time


cuz the answer came like a shot in the back
while you were running from your lesson
which might explain
why years later all you could remember
was the terror of the question
plus i'm not listening to you anymore
my head is too sore and my heart's perforated
and i'm mired in the marrow of my (well... ain't that) funny bone
learning how to be alone and devastated
where was my conscience?
where was my consciousness?
and what do i do with all these letters
that i wrote to myself
but cannot address?


marrow,a.d.

this totally doesn't apply to anything right now, but boy do i love it.

Monday, October 5, 2009

ingenious

i made a charming lil' box last week



it even performs small tricks

Saturday, September 26, 2009

touch and grind

i know nothing about old posters.




today is a good day to stay in and look out

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

faster pussycat! Kill! Kill!



tracking this movie down. Kim's Video here I come...


The only other (known) Danielle Brutto on earth is now my pen-pal, digital age edition.

rat loves cat, cat tolerates rat

Saturday, September 19, 2009

song for a former...also described:

The past is a grotesque animal
And in its eyes you see
How completely wrong you can be
How completely wrong you can be

The sun is out, it melts the snow that fell yesterday
Makes you wonder why it bothered

I fell in love with the first cute girl that I met
Who could appreciate George Bataille
Standing at a Swedish festival
Discussing, 'Story of the Eye'
Discussing, 'Story of the Eye'

It's so embarrassing to need someone like I do you
How can I explain I need you here and not here too
How can I explain I need you here and not here too

I'm flunking out, I'm flunking out
I'm gone, I'm just gone
But at least I author my own disaster
At least I author my own disaster

Performance breakdown and I don't want to hear it
I'm just not available
Things could be different but they're not
Things could be different but they're not

The mousy girl screams, 'Violence, violence'
The mousy girl screams, 'Violence, violence'
She gets hysterical 'cause they're both so mean
And it's my favorite scene

But the cruelty's so predictable
Makes you sad on the stage
Though our love project has so much potential
But it's like we weren't made for this world
Though I wouldn't really want to meet someone who was

Do I have to scream in your face?
I've been dodging lamps and vegetables
Throw it all in my face, I don't care

Let's just have some fun, let's tear this shit apart
Let's tear the fucking house apart
Let's tear our fucking bodies apart
Let's just have some fun

Somehow you've red-rovered the gestapo circling my heart
And nothing can defeat you, no death, no ugly world
You've lived so brightly, you've altered everything
I find myself searching for old selves
While speeding forward through the plate glass of maturing cells

I've played the unraveler, the parhelion
But even Apocalypse is fleeting, there's no death, no ugly world
Sometimes I wonder if you're mythologizing me like I do you
Mythologizing me like I do you

We want our film to be beautiful, not realistic
Perceive me in the radiance of terror dreams
You can betray me, you can
You can betray me

Teach me something wonderful
Crown my head, crowd my head with your lilting effects
Project your fears on to me, I need to view them
See there's nothing to them
I promise you there's nothing to them

I'm so touched by your goodness
You make me feel so criminal
How do you keep it together?
I'm all, all unraveled

But you know, no matter where we are
We're always touching by underground wires

I've explored you with the detachment of an analyst
But most nights we've raided the same kingdoms
And none of our secrets are physical
None of our secrets are physical
None of our secrets are physical now


of montreal, "past is a grotesque animal"

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

momma says:

quit while you're ahead! / cigs spelled with an 's'




so i've been at school all day working on my website *cough* temporary website and compiling images for my etsy account IDENTITY. maybe i'll finish both by tomorrow. maybe you'll look? maybe, let's see...

http://www.daniellebrutto.com (inventive)

etsy

http://crycrywolf.etsy.com (mind you, both are in a state of nothing)


))takes a bow / logs off((




emily haines

the dude in this song needs to shut up....but i still love it

Monday, June 22, 2009

back where i belong

I'm back in New York after being in the south for a month. Time to do muh' shit...

pretty picture (that i did not take)




A picture of me my sister took..father's day underwater photoshoot

Saturday, June 20, 2009

our hell is a good life



still in love with this. (thanks to miss kayla leinenweber <3)

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

two women

the fabulous thing about making my website is i'm actually gathering my artss, organizing it all and getting to acknowledge my hard work. It is very gratifying and long overdue..

so I'll pop a lil' treat up here everyday to share. Today is a painting I did in January - the first in my series of elderly'folk. The woman on the left has since passed away (restinpeace).

Here it is -

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

bacchae collages













Here are collages I did for drawing class this past semester based on the Bacchae. they are meant to be seen in this order, but horizontally.



















































































































































So I've been working on my website, as well as an etsy account. Both are slow-labored processes. I will make a big honking deal out of both of them when I'm done.


Grill out with Kayla and others tonight, hopefully. Last night ultimate frisbee was surprisingly awesome. Feelin' so happy to be around people who aren't always busy for a little bit. Also feelin' like one hot mama :)

Bonnaroo...so close!!!

It's hand against hand and both hands are mine.







i miss david.





Sunday, June 7, 2009

anxious love sundays


All I want is the best for our lives my dear,
and you know my wishes are sincere.
Whats to say for the days I cannot bare.

A Sunday smile you wore it for a while.
A Sunday mile we paused and sang.
A Sunday smile you wore it for a while.
A Sunday mile we paused and sang.
A Sunday smile and we felt true. (and)

We burnt to the ground
left a view to admire
with buildings inside church of white.
We burnt to the ground left a grave to admire.
And as we reach for the sky, reach the church of white.



Monday, May 25, 2009

memorating today


happy memorial day!

today is already a good one, and I haven't even left my bed. How'bout that.

I think I'll go to yoga then drink wine and cheese the rest of the day. I suggest you do the same/similar.

Time to go at it.

<3



Saturday, May 9, 2009

Saturday, April 25, 2009

poor kitten


my kitty has an eye infection. it's a terrible sad pitiful thing.

Monday, April 6, 2009

educational




the pump walk is definitely a popular move in the club.


working on some woodblock prints.. did a silly video instillation for sculpture class. that's about it...


here are some geezers from one of my sketchbooks


Thursday, April 2, 2009

awesuuummm - Kitty, Paintings, Light shows and more than you could ever wish to handle




Guess what? I got a kitty. Her name is olive - before I start bragging on her, let me stop. I'm sure this blog will get its fill in due time. For now let me just show you a bunch of pictures: (only one more of kitty)



oh so cute...

Here are some paintings I've been holding out on showing to the world (Mainly since they don't photograph well...)



andy dying

This is latex, water based house paint. I've been working with ideas of sleep/awake:life/death:light/dark (haha notice how I put sleep on the life side of the analogy. oh silly me, oh silly silly me.) I've been thinking about living and dying in terms of decision making - choosing to live, choosing to die - which leads, in a train of thought, to ideas of the interplay between life and death - the idea of extremities and middle ground - life and death as polar opposites therefore, logically have a middle ground. What is this middle ground? Is it obtained in life or in death? Is it in living life with the idea of death (a sort of living life to the fullest mantra - "live each day as if it were your last" sorta deal) or in some sort of death-like state such as sleeping? Or maybe the middle state is simply a transitional stage, living and dying - dying while living. This could be why I've chosen old people - They're more or less at the sort of pinnacle moment of this idea the last stages of living and dying and the transition into dead. An object in space in a neutral lit setting remains more or less 2-dimensional - or when painted, drawn, photographed, etc. remains flat on the page. When the object is lit - the interplay of light and shadow bring the object into physical reality -bring it off the page. So is the actual object existence or ...Is being spotlit simply a sign of greater importance, demand of focus, or is there something to say about living in a sort of cold mundane 2 dimensional state (could this be a sort of middle path) - i'm sure there's some quote that says if you never truly lived, you never truly die...a sorta - living your life as dead, you never really lived or something of that nature haha. Whether or not these pieces even relate to these ideas or questions is a whole other issue. I don't think they do...WELL....i think they do in some parts - or at least I'm coming to understand them a bit more - This is just... not how I want these ideas executed. I don't know that I want to work with old people anymore - I don't know that it shows what I want to show well enough and in a fresh enough air for me to be content with. Maybe I should branch this idea out of painting and work with something living like plants or something in an instillation or time based piece... but then I'll get all'thinkin-about-cycles-n-shit and I'd really just like to...not go there. The next painting I put up, I believe, gets closer than ones I've done in the past, but yea...the problem remains.



gouache and watercolor of my g-ma. My camera takes the most washed out pictures. Sorry for goofy quality.

On a totally different note - here are some experiments I've been doing with colored lights and shadows!








and for those of you who stuck around this long, here's another picture of kitty


Sunday, March 1, 2009

<3 Video Trash


Um...yea. It's Sunday - my pants smell like cigarettes and strawberries. The rest of my clothes smell like musty skin grease. I need to do laundry. Instead I'll go to brunch - yumm.

So for Friday we had a lil' 2 minute video due for my video class. I shot all my film on this camera James gave me...which....ended up....not working. *cough*totallyexpected*cought* (a tiny little laugh is clanking around the newly hollowed parts of my brain formerly dedicated to him) ANYWAY...The original idea was just to depict dreams - the end result with this is just abstracted images interacting with one another. It's rank, it's raw, it's raunchy - it's a rough draft..There will be a completely different version in the days to come; I just wanted to fluff my chest feathers and show off my new Final Cut skills. :-P


Wednesday, February 25, 2009

moustache





















mister



















mexican mugshot


















penguin.

sexy as ever