Monday, December 30, 2013

Bead-woven bracelet set for small-sized wrists, for sale; shipped with unique leather pouch.


#leather display (not included) Dec30_2013,

Peyote-stitched pink cuff on the right is composed of various, non-uniform glass #beads in size 11 and 13, with accent #bone and #garnet. Button/loop clasp.

The #Bronze glass cuff has accents of #gold and #dustyrose Both are small sized #bracelets; approx. 7.25 inches wrist and smaller. Lobster claw and metal ring, clasp.


#leather display (not included) Dec30_2013,

*These three bracelets are slightly larger than the first pair, above. Still about 7.50 inches, maximum (without allowing for working of clasp; still better fit at 7.25 inches wrist).

Leftmost cuff is glittery bead-soup; random beads of same approx. size. You can influence the temperature and colour of bead-soup patterns as they emerge by making constant decisions about sizing and colour parameters, as you choose single beads to fill the gaps in the "peyote-stitch" bead-weave, also known as the "gourd stitch" (external Wikipedia link). The centre piece is an alternating pattern of pastel turquoise and light purple, with ruby-like edging. The rightmost piece is made of larger gauge beads, but has the look of a tiny, stretched snakeskin.


One (1) unique, small-wrist-sized cuff set of five (5) beadwoven bracelets and unique leather gift pouch
will be shipped when payment clears my diligent bank, 2 weeks delivery predicted for shipping; typical check hold period.
These bracelets will last longer when the clasp mechanism is used properly, with a loose fit.

No returns.

If there is no buyer when the spring warms up, then the set will be broken up
and sold off as singles.

by Email. Use for arranging payment details.

Follow on twitter @bingorage.

Sunday, December 22, 2013

It's been a crummy Christmas in the Hinterlands of Ontario. First draft, December 22, 2013.

"I know that things have been better."

Everyone has this thought, in their arsenal/supply closet of primal worries.
It is probably one of the first "thoughts" to have occurred to the earliest humans,
as they stood on the edge of some great famine or drought, in Paleolithic Africa.
It strikes me that sentience begins with being a sort of witness to the individual "animal"
(biological human being) only treated and regarded as another troublesome sack of meat,
without an acknowledged conscious being, by fate and history.Without memory and a "personal
storyline", animals would not have access to those memories, a description of THEIR world,
and ability to compare and question the past knitting consciousness out of memory and language.

Terence McKenna had a theory, probably not the first human to have the thought, however,
that "language", composed of a set of rules and noise (non-physical entities), IDEAS, had
self-assembled into a super-organism that lived only in shared sentient minds. Language; built of
noise, motion and information; information accumulates and becomes more complex as an individual
sentient being grows older and accumulates mnore experience.. He thought that it was this virtual
parasitic organism has become a shadow biosphere, "running" like program on the shared noosphere
of our meat. It has evolved into a whole fauna and flora of benign symbiots, memeplexes exercising
basic control of out meat body. Culture is an operating system running on our meat
and integrated with the organism, like mitochondria in the primal cell. I believe that this is a
more appropriate metaphor, than the "software universe" of consciousness proposed in the "The Matrix universe".

We don't know when Language evolved the ability to jump from the shared noise and cognisance
of beasts, into the individual brains of the earlest people. Were we still more animal than primate
when sentience first bloomed amongst the mammals? Did dinosaurs ever achieve language. Were they infected
by Gaia as well?

I am sure that language and sentience have colonised other mammalian lineages, and people make strong
arguements for at least a second infection of a distant relative, the octopus; a mollusk. We share
much of the primal instructions for meat and oxygen use, but it is a good thing that those crazy octopi, squid
and cuttlefish only live a couple years, perhaps a little more for the largest specimens. A 90 year-
old cuttlefish would be a deadly enemy. A large herd of 40 year-old cuttlefish could take over England
in a year, unseen.


The I haven't been painting, really, for the last three weeks or so. My last bit of "balls-out"
studio-time was conducted at the deer camp cabin, with propane lantern and kerosene heater, a week
or two after deerhunt. It awas freezing. Sleeping in front of the kerosene heater was like outdoor camping;
I had to keep a window open to defend against carbon monoxide poisoning from the two burning devices.
Here are the pics from that night:

The first shot has the feel of the first night on the trapline or first-night on some distant, late season
hunt. It's a little festive, tinged with the amber light and good taste of generic Canadian whiskey, the
omnipresent, loud hiss of non-electric technology and deep pungence of good tobacco.

The canvas had previously been used in the #ZzorhAndBingoRage podcast; "Podcast until we get arrested".
SPOILER: We did not get arrested. We did, however, befoul ourselves.

Van Gogh. Flowers. Fucking Sunflowers. Really?
The heart wants what the heart wants, Eric.


I have been working on plenty of beadwork. I make deceptively "simple cuff, beaded bracelets" that have
evolved their form and function as I resolved clasping problems, thread inconsistency and structural problems
solved with reduction in media I no longer make my beadwork body on a loom, with a premade pattern on a special graph
paper. I make emergent groupings of beads' colour-fill on the growing scaffold of threads. No longfer do I lift
the sagging body of beads, cut from their roots and transplanted onto the leather bands; poisoned by electrical tape
residues, grinding up like tarpits at the feet of mountains.


Like I said; most of the new bracelets are woven peyote-stitched. My first woven freeform beading system, with built-in
thread infrastructure was brick stitch. It's OK for non-moving objects, but doesn't work for flexible jewelry; it
probably makes nice pendants.

The new, non-woven articles include stacked pin earrings and single strand strung bead bracelets, of various types and
sizes. Here are some pics of available pieces (as of Dec.22):

The Xmas sales and local tea circuit has been slow this year. My fellow Northwestern Ontario citizens aren't
spending money on the little baubles. The old holiday budget is underfunded.


Here are some of the surfaces; papier-mache and stretched canvases that have resolved, lately.

"The Big Guy" Large papier-mache mask.

"Crane, powwow dancer" Acrylic paint and beadwork on Canvas.
Approx. 5' tall, 32" wide and 4 inches deep, 1"x4" lumber boxframe.

"Giant Pike Hunt" Acrylic paint on stretched canvas.
Approximate 50 inches wide by 40 inches high.

I worked "Giant Pike Hunt" upside-down, recently, in the #BingoRageStudio.

"Sky Battle" Acrylic painting on canvas.
Approximately 6 feet wide and 22 inches wigh.

"Spoon Hei Matau"

Sunday, October 06, 2013

Norval collaboration

Hey xxxx; I've had a thought that won't go away. I want to do a collaboration with Norval Morrisseau.

As a matter of curiousity (or provocation), I sent the following email to some of the so-called players in the Morrisseau estate/authenticity pile.
To whom it may concern: Hello. My name is Eric C. Keast;

My family owns an original N.Morrisseau painting, that I would like to paint upon and create a new collaborative work, documenting and publishing the process, as well. The piece is an early black/red linework on kraft paper from Red Lake, Ontario, in the seventies.

I am writing to ask for info. on how to contact the Morrisseau family, as I would like to request their blessing in this endeavour.

:Eric C. Keast

I know that there is some arguement against painting on another artist's work, but there is also significant precedent. Regardless of the eventual outcome, I will document and publish/blog the process.


Untitled painting
Norval Morrisseau (1970's Red Lake, Ontario)

"A Plague Of Penguins"
Eric C. Keast

Thursday, September 26, 2013

The galaxy is imploding. That's okay, though.

[ The three canvases, below, have been worked-upon in the last month, at #BingoRageStudio in #FortFrances. "The Former PPP canvas", "Giant Pike Hunt", and "Sky Battle".)

There is a chance that I am oversimplifying the matter, but the galaxy is imploding. In a sort of fashion. But... That is OK, because it may keep the outermost stars of galaxies from being flung into the intergalactic medium, without having to give in to the ridiculousness of "dark matter".

Right. What?

This article concludes that the super-massive black holes at the heart of most (if not all) galaxies are not only eating physical matter (gas, dust, stars), but devouring the actual "fabric of space", spacetime. (Search youtube for "Brian Green(e?) fabric". Watch and get schooled.)

If spacetime is being devoured at the centre of most (or all) galaxies, is it flowing inwards, or just spawning new spacetime at a very local horizon near the black hole?

I think that the Gravity Probe B #framedragging experiment that helped confirm an Einsteinian prediction about the interaction of matter (the Earth) and the "fabric of space" proves that space can be pulled by matter/gravity and supports the idea of a "friction" between the spacetime and the matter of the galactic disk.
This may be very useful to help hold our position on the spinning galactic carousel,
held in place by a torrent of spacetime concentrated in the region of our galaxy and headed straight for our ravenous, supermassive black hole.

If we could see it rushing by, we might have to officially shit ourselves as a species.

Soon, we may see a huge chunk of real matter get eaten up by the SMBH. It will feed on a huge instellar cloud of gas.
There are still light echoes bouncing around the local cosmos, from the last time it ate this much real matter, some 50 years ago (from our perspective, but not in the visible spectrum).

This is an odd relief to me, on a purely cerebral level.

I do not like dark matter. I do not like it, Sam I Am. I would prefer that it need not exist, but I will accept a reduced role for it in the overall galactic schema; neutrinos exist, do we need any more dark matter? Maybe neutrinos feel the same "friction" with the torrent of spacetime that normal matter does and can be held onto by their galaxies by that mechanism rather than gravitationally. Not-so-dark matter.

If a galaxy can be thought of as the extended, turbulent accretion disc of matter and its prison of flowing concentrated spacetime draining into a supermassive black hole, then the need for dark matter to "gravitationally-anchor the outermost stars in fast spinning galaxies, is reduced/gone.

"To escape the gravitational clutches of our galaxy, a spaceship would need to zoom out of our solar system and hit 537 kilometres per second. For context, a rocket needs to roar off at just 11.2 kilometres per second to escape Earth's gravity..." (New Scientist:Stars' escape velocity shows how to exit the Milky Way. 23 September 2013 by Anil Ananthaswamy)

The outermost stars may not so much be "in the grip of the galaxy's complement of dark matter's gravity", but rather occupy "standing waves/lagrange point sorta spots" in the rushing current of spacetime, concentrating and flowing into and through the galaxy. This would affect if not help account for dark energy and the apparent expansion of the universe.

Just send me the Nobel when it's confirmed. Try to make it by the end of January.


motel arrest and phantom of the opera

I am wondering how it is that people always seem to get arrested at motels. Well, there and hotels and cheap apartments, mostly. But motels, alot.

I sit, type, listen to the25 year celebration of Phantom Of The Opera at Royal Albert Hall, smile stupidly at my complex little brain dioramas of sock puppetry and wait for the inevitability of being arrested in this room, eventually. That just doesn't feel like a healthy thought. Maybe I should write about something else.

The Phantom is played by Ramin Karimloo (Canadian). His voice is not the most unique instrument. It's real strength in his performance, superb, difficult phrasing married to a complex, fully communicated character. He inhabits the body of a rigid, introverted, auteur... genius trapped in a body of extraneous horror, lifelong social isolation and ordinary nerdiness, posing as the villainous ubermensch.


If I were a priest, then there would be an altar boy under the couch. If I were a politician, it would be a dead hooker in the washroom.
I'm a broke artist, however, and I am sitting in front of a live video camera, bright lights and an expensive microphone in this cheap motel room. I am feeling creative, but I have just discovered that
I have forgotten my sock puppets. That is what prompted the flash of guilt that triggered the morbid motel arrest daydreams that fueled this portion of the blogpost. Also brought to you by the letter, Omega.

What am I going to do without puppets? I could reasonably shoot a porno with this setup. Most of the combined #ZzorhnAndBingoRage library has been shot with less.

If I put a blast out in FB for volunteers, I wonder if I would get any hits.
I really could get myself arrested if I try.


The performance of Sierra Boggess, as Christine Daae is also impressive, having been honed with several productions and long association with the characters from “Love Never Dies” and #Phantom. Mostly singing with Karimloo; her character conveys deep empathy with "her angel" and inner conflict, choosing that putz Raoul over the Phantom.

Presumably, she quits singing and starts pumping out heirs, then. Putz is a Viscomte.

10 pm. No cops. How do you monetize porn when it's all free on the internet? Sell tickets to live shows at the arena? These folks at Royal Albert Hall really know how to clap. I bet they paid a grip.

Colm Wilkinson looks scared of that Australian, Warlow. Some onstage bear pheromone thing. I bet they're all jealous of that Joback kid. Owen-Jones look like he has either got girl scouts or pool boys under the gazebo.


There's a new gold rush going on in Maine. Baby eels to seed Asian aquaculture. The local Tribes are seeking to cash in on the exploitation, too.

They need to sit down and hammer out a shared quota for a sustainable harvest.


Wild, scattergun conspiracy-hollerin' , on tap. #AlexJones
Government disinformation voice, credulous patsy, boy crying "wolf" or "nutjob"?
He endangers us by desensitising us to the grim realities of the world; when truths are so easily buried in indiscriminate garbage.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

The Once and Current Canvas and Regional Economic Development

{Update September 12, 2013:
Photo of significant iteration point, for this work.}
September 12, 2013. #BingoRageStudio , #FortFrances, NW Ontario.
The canvas, formerly known as... "The Pither's Point Park 'slash' Relay Canvas"
Click for large detail.

This canvas was originally stretched and background painted during the #FortFrances "Relay For Life" event and the composition begun during the arrival of the #DavidThompsonBrigade that same weekend.

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The once and former Pither's Point Park (PPP), at Google maps.

The currently-white portion of the painting is a rough, overhead view of the PPP peninsula.

Hey there, BingoRagers. You may remember (or, probably not) the previous BingoRage post, in which I advocated that the Town of Fort Frances, in collaboration with Couchiching First Nation, Grand Council Treaty #3, The OPP and Treaty #3 police forces and local community members declare:

a) the parcel of land currently/formerly known as Pither's Point Park (PPP) as a Special Economic Zone, where cannabis ("marijuana") use, sale, taxation, farming, research, transport, sharing, receiving, eating and discussion-of, is legal and encouraged.
b) And that before the impending avalanche of cannabis legalisation goes forth, we cash in on the special status of this property, by advertising and encouraging "cannabis-tourism", which will necessarily be serviced by existing and new local business infrastructure.

Recent news events lead me to believe that it is worthwhile, economically (potentially a winfall), for our community and region to respond to an economic demand, emerging tourism potential and changing legal landscape in the USA and Canada, by taking the lead in Cannabis Tourism. Before everybody else does it.

Colorado and Washington are looking like the tip of the iceberg, after the recently announced"change of enforcement priorities" in the USA attorney general's office. Of course, that announcement has been viewed as tantamount to a change of course, towards decriminilisation, at the federal level, by supporters and emergent policy enemies alike, of the US administration.

July 2008

September 2013

[After the first weekend with this canvas, most of the current elements and characters of the painting were already in place, except for the sculptures. The bird figure, however, is essentially in its current form, day one.]

An updated abstract (current iteration) of my proposal:

a) everyone (FF and CFN) give up pursuit of "ownership" and resist any emerging provincial and/or federal efforts to resolve the property's ownership or give/sell it. Right now, it exists in a grey area between claims being legally determined/litigated. The town's lease is up, but they want to keep it, because. The lease's wording leaves the property to Treaty #3, but is generally thought of as being associated with the First Nations of the Rainy Lake area, particularly CFN.

b) Everyone with a stake in the disposition of the property declare the former PPP (Town of Fort Frances, you're just gonna haveta suck that one up.) a territory with the same rules as outside, BUT that the sale, possession, use, trade, growing-of, giving, transporting, sharing, doing, being, inhalation, eating or drinking of, etc. is legal and encouraged ; with reasonable provisos like age of consent (how about 19, like alcohol, and the brain has done most of its bodily growth and development and is ready for higher learning.) and no driving while intoxicated, with recognition of a non-intoxicated level of use (ala ".08 BAC", for alcohol, except performance and assessment-based). No bullshit definition of "intoxicated", either; like blood tests that score positive for months afterward. That is just cheating and stupid-mean.

c) We increase the prices for out-of-town campers to stay in the park and manage it like a high end resort; that's jobs in reservations and billing, service and maintenance, checkout enforcement and cheerful security. Keep the use-of and enjoyment of the park for locals and walk-ins free. Sell them things... like food and art. Keep the limited number of camping sites and resist the pressure (temptation) to bulldoze it flat and divide it into many little rentable squares. Say "sustainable economic development" three times, very slowly. Then think of the spinoff money that will flow into the communities as minnows are oxygenated, meals served, gasoline and firewood are purchased. Eventually, a resort lodge, a cultural centre and affordable artist-studios development can coexist on the property, without forcing out other interests.

d) Split the profits throughout the region. Treat it like the American states and gambling on USA Tribal Lands: The tribe owns and (preferably) manages the Special Economic Zone (instead of a casino) and splits the profits with the other First Nations of the region (not just immediate tribal members) and local townships are given "Infrastructure grants in lieu of taxes"; that sorta thing. Local First Nations and townships are grateful to participate, respond with smart economic investment and growth and not be assholes.

e) If legalisation eventually comes to Canada as a whole, then the initial experience with the SEZ can provide real-world experience of police-citizenry interaction for individual police officers, police force institutions and the judicial system; as opposed to the usual harassment, gassing, tazing, beating, shooting, arresting and imprisoning (sprinkled with physical and psychological torture) of cannabis users.
I know that the punishment freaks out there are spitting mad at me, for that last sentence.
It was a cheap shot, but you need to admit that you are not harmed by your neighbour's smoking of cannabis.

If he, or she, robs you, then that is burglary. If he or she shoots you, that is murder, not a side effect of legal cannabis.

If he or she rapes you, then they are likely drunk or high on coke, speed, pcp or some other uppers and is guilty of rape;
... not a cannabis side-effect.

Smoking legal cannabis doesn't "aid the terrorists".
Smoking illegal cannabis doesn't "aid the terrorists".

"Think of the little babies!!!" The babies will be fucking fine,
unless they have shitty parents.
Alcoholics are much shittier parents then potheads.

When you hear about someone having a good time doing something that you want to do
(deep down inside), but you are too repressed and vengeful to let it slide...
Somebody fucked you up as a child, probably a combination from the
psychological set of: religion, alcohol, molestation, ignorance and pride.

You are in the wrong and beginning to "get"
that you are in the wrong.

This is a graceful "out". Urge your federal MP to give control of the emerging "cannabis resource" to Canadian First Nations, so that this dirty vice is off your hands.

f) Canada: Give control of the emerging Cannabis Resource and revenues from tariff regime to First Nations to administer, without putting your dirty mitts on it first. FN's will spend it in the hinterland, instead of Ottawa and "the cities". mass, commercial production to serve regional demand (With licensing for small-quantity production and taxation regime for sales, to avoid cutting out personal and "artisanal" gardening.) SEZ's all across the country, sustainable economic engine for the hinterland and rural areas. I'm sorry, cities; but you should pay your hinterland for your commercial Cannabis production. Buy local, but not too local.


I set up a little roadside stand under Mount McKay in Thunder Bay. Did a booming bit o' jewelry business there, last week.


Friday, August 09, 2013

Chicken Wiener

Chicken Wiener

Salt and pepper are so bizarrely cheap at the mega-box-store. I do not know how any body in the supply chain of these two essential goods can be making any money with this shit.

These two commodities used to be the backbone of various economies throughout history, but I suspect that much of our salt & pepper lore originates with the Roman Empire, because of our "Western" society's cultural history as a Christian Secularism.

Famously, we are told repeatedly, that salt was used to pay Roman soldiers and that is where we get the word "salary". I suspect that Roman soldiers accepted salt for payment, where it was more plentiful than the gold reserves and more valuable at home .

I believe that I read about peppercorns being "worth their weight in gold" in a Lindsey Davis Falco mystery. Marcus Didius Falco, private informer at-large and occasional Imperial agent to Augustus. Great detective series; well-researched.

I pay two bucks for an amount of salt and pepper that would have bought me a fleet of camels, once.

I'm on a budget. I'm standing in megaboxstore thinking about Roman Centurions. I've been watching the first three seasons of BattleStar Galactica again, but without salt, for days. I put the salt and pepper in my cart.

I buy the unbrand store brand butter, the unbrand store brand rice, the unbrand store brand onion soup, the unbrand store brand chicken wieners and the unbrand store brand salt and pepper. I buy branded non-clumping cat litter and cat food, but they are the cheapest available. I buy non-clumping because it is cheaper than clumping. Have I made a grave tactical error? I am sitting at home, writing this and thinking that "I know nothing about non-clumping kitty litter". I also pay for premium brown sugar; No state-issued saccharine tablets for this Smith, not today.

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{The orange cat wants to check her email, Eric.}

I have ingested a few chicken wieners, by now. I think that i have done so, correctly. So far, so good, eh? While standing in the cooler aisle, contemplating the dairy and meat selection, I was struck by the fear. "Why are the chicken wieners just one third the cost of the beef wieners?" Is it because "they" skin, bone and wash the cows before sticking them in the grinders?

I am broke. I have two wilted beets that I slice over my braised chicken wiener chunks. I pour unbranded store brand long-grain white rice over my beets and wieners, then add unflavoured water.

I put one of the chicken wieners into the microwave and set it for 55 seconds on a 100% power and forgot about it. As I opened the microwave, I observed that the chicken wiener no longer looked like a consistently-extruded cylinder. It had buckled, shrunk unevenly and had a zombie pallor. But was hot. Eating it felt like a mistake right away, but I was hungry. Certainly, there is allotta water in a chicken wiener. The real question, of course: How much of what's left is chicken meat? Where is it from? No, wait. Where did the salt come from?


I bought "salt and pepper". Why is there 5 ingredients listed on the package? Iodine additive ok. Sodium thiosulphate and calcium silcate (superfine sand)? And it's packed and prepared in Canada", meaning that it could be coming from anywhere, under any conditions.

What is Sodium Thiosulphate? It could be nitre-scrapings from Chinese-village public latrines, collected by hereditary clans, but endangered by new-money party-members building terracotta public urinals allover Shanghai and Beijing. But it's not. It's a sulphur byproduct of dye manufacture. I am going to buy the expensive surrender-monkey sea-salt as soon as I can afford it.


Upcoming stuff

I will be closing my art show at From the Grind Up cafe, in Fort Frances August 23, with the assistance of Buddy-Z. as we do our thing in front of a different audience, recording the next #ZzorhnAndBingoRage show. If anyone shows up. I have also obligated myself to another #ELE420 show and a wizard battle, soon.

{ #SturgeonMama papercast head, with traditional silver Rapala-crankbait inspired paintjob.}
#SturegonMama in papiermache #StudioChezZzorhn June 2013 photo SturgeonMama_CrankbaitPaintjob_June22_2013_002detail_zps8d9a1d22.jpg

The "Sturgeon Mama" sculptural model was destroyed and stolen from outside of #StudioChezZzorhn a couple weeks ago, where it had been on display for a few months. Large portions of the foam and clay model were recovered, however, and will be repurposed into new works.

(All pics click for enlargement.)

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