Other WIPs

Lilith - First Eve finished on 4/13/12

Events/Shows Update

The Contrast Art Show is this week Thursday and Friday (April 26-27). I will be exhibiting Lilith for the first time, so please come. In May I will be exhibiting in the Hell's Kitchen Art Festival (May 18-20). The Conception Tribeca IV Art Show will be on June 13th.

Ki-si-kil-lil-lake WIPs

oil on maple wood panel 10x20

Start of Lilith Series (of oil paintings)

oil on cherry wood panel 10x20

Coffee Drawing #3 & "Venus in Furs" draft

Black Boots by Mani C. Price

man is good for only one thing

to be the ground I tread upon

the heel of my foot digging into his flesh

serving as his reminder of who is the master

and who is the slave

when he is all but dust 

I will remain

Coffee Drawing #2

Conception Tribeca II Show

Late update. I exhibited at the Conception Tribeca II Show on 1/25/12. Photos from show.

Coffee and Sugar...new series I'm trying out

In the works...

Featured Artist Page on ArtsyShark

Here's the FAP on ArtsyShark you've all been waiting for! Enjoy.

Winter Mass Group Show @ OW Gallery

I will be exhibiting two new paintings at the Orchard Windows Gallery's Winter Massive Group Show that's being held from December 2011 through January 2012. Come see me and all the artists during opening night, chat and purchase from local artists.

Animation Updates

This month's theme was condoms on Loopdeloop.org for AIDS awareness. We recently submitted so check it out and vote! Be sure to check out previous animated loops we created on the site. Enjoy!

Old Dreams

I had a dream about two wolves or coyotes a few months back before the summer. They were sick or starving. I remember in the dream that the news said not to let them in or to feed them. It was like waiting for a storm. I looked out my mother's window. I saw them going through the garbage. I remember them seeing me and feeling so bad for them. That all they needed was love, food, and kindness. I said to them as I petted them, (feeling stupid afterward that I did since they could have pests or diseases I could catch) "I am so sorry... I wish I had food for you but we have nothing and I would gladly give it if it were mine to give." I was worried my mom would scream at me for feeding them since they were wild. She was already freaking out that I was petting them thinking I was dead at that point. They spoke to me in my mind, "Because you're open and pure we will pass over your house. Now close the door and bar your windows. You will hear things. Don't get involved." We did as we were told. They entered a neighbor's home through the windows. We heard screams, howls and growls. We heard flesh being torn and everything being eaten up. We tried to cover our ears but it didn't help. I heard heart beats...thumping...drums. I couldn't banish the noise. It went on what felt like forever. Then it was over.

Samhain Recipes

My name was Eve (Lilith) By Mani C. Price

I am powerful 

I answer to no one 

My blood boils and my womb quickens 

My thighs grow hot and my lips wet 

You enter me and you know what home is 

I am in your thoughts and make you burn in your dreams 

To know me is to know ecstasy 

I am a goddess 

Perfectly flawed with no care

You never had it so good 

So you call me names…

a demon 

a harlot 

Whore…but I am your whore 

Who cares about anything but now ?

My loves are many like the stars 

I am endless 

I am eternal 

you cannot escape me 

I was the first and I will be the last

This is my blessing … and my curse to you

Spirits within, when the stars are right...Decemberween most unexpected

Hello. I know it's been awhile. I owe you an update. Well since we are experiencing a snow storm during this Halloween / Fall season early, it seemed a good time as any to sit down and get to business. I am recovering from an illness so I am fairly weak but gaining strength ... and feeling a bit restless. As a magic practitioner and artist I am a little disappointed my illness has made it impossible to clean, participate, work and create during this wonderful cosmic season. 

I recently went to Sleepy Hollow (like I do every year) and apple picking with friends. This time it felt very different. Very solemn and awe inspiring like a pilgrimage. After the site seeing we sat for a picnic near the Sleepy Hollow Cemetery Creek with our haul. We paid our respects and took some water from the Creek and bid the site farewell.

This is called a woolly bear. It's a tiger moth larva. You can tell it's going to be a tough winter this year by the color bands. It's amazing my friend Katelan had a sweater the same color when she found it!

I wonder if it's because the veils are thinning, just the season for this kind of thing, my mind playing tricks, or me being sick but strange things have been happening this month. Maybe just more open to it or aware. Dreams are coming in every other day. They feel very shamanic in quality. I've never worked with or dreamt with native american spirits. Maybe it's because of where or who I am hanging with and I'm picking up on it? I dreamt recently that I was a man on a quest. All I had was a sack and staff. I was told by an elder to go North. That if I followed the Northern Lights, others will be waiting for me at the end. I get images. Some feel like dreams. Others feel like memories possibly.

Benedict Family's mausoleum. 

The door is beautiful and the energy coming from it was unbelievable.

A few nights ago when a relative on Jason's side came to visit, I had a vision. Maybe for them? I was in an cave or mountainside dwelling. I spoke to a fire creature. Its body was made of wax and could move independently. It had a throne. It glistened. Where a wax head should have been was instead fire on a wick. A candle man? There was no genitals. It was an "IT". It spoke about wishes and desires. It spoke about keys and using them to open doors. How to use them and not to loose them. Spoke in pops, hisses and whispers.

Today I woke to a woman stroking my arm up and down as to soothe or calm me. I of course got up angry and told her go away in a not so nice manner. She giggled and put a finger to her mouth and left my bed room slamming the door. My bedroom is always off limits. So this surprised me. They know to communicate with me, they must come through gently through dreams for me to take them seriously. Like humans, spirits lie but it's harder for them to if you have your protections up.

Us at the Sleepy Hollow creek and bridge site.

I've been thinking a lot about magic. I hadn't done it in years since I felt content, was busy, fell out of grace, etc. so it was the farthest from my mind. It took a friend to get the magical dialogue going again and now I've been thinking of incorporating it into my art more instead of just "observing" it. During all this, my friend Ken who's a mortician will be visiting me while on a business trip in the city. I haven't seen him in years (since he lives far away) so it kinda apropos he's here on Samhain while doing "a job".

Photo reference of Justin as Lovecraft reading a book for a painting I'm doing.

My friend Kat is crazy about W. S. Burroughs. His life ... his afterlife, his artistic life, his magic life, etc. Me and a group of friends in the past knew about him, the drug usages and his writing work. We were more interested in Burroughs the magician. So chaos magic was what we focused on. I start comparing. It's this childish thing I do. Who do I love or admire in that way? I used to love certain writers and artists but then I stopped enjoying them at some point and started hating them or ignoring them. They felt too mainstream. Everyone adored them whether for right or wrong reasons and it didn't feel personal anymore. I couldn't connect.

My tastes had changed. I wanted something more ... mature? Evolved? Darker? Dangerous? I'm not sure. I keep thinking about Lovecraft and the dreamer's key stories. I have 3 paintings I need to finish. The remainder of the year I'm going to just be cranking out work and attending friends events and shows. I also need to sit down and sort out a plan of some sort. I did many years ago and then felt it just dissolve in the glare of the Wall Street sun god. So plans weren't for me. I've been going with the flow so I don't stress. I feel I need a focus of some sort. I need my North Star.

DAF Promo

DAF Promo is here. and The festival's new website is here. It's beautiful. They redid the space and it's amazing. This weekend is going to be awesome!

2011 Digable Arts Festival

Sorry I haven't posted much up lately. I have been super busy getting ready for the Digable Arts Festival, which I hope to see you all there. I've recently met some awesome artists (like Ryan Thompson from VTF) who will also be attending the event. I am very excited, looking forward to it... and nervous. I will be having my first interview on camera. I have no idea what to expect. I am preparing as best I can. My new business cards will be showing up sometime today. I am wondering how they'll look once in my hand and if it was anything I pictured in my head. I worry a lot. It's what I do. I hope I painted enough to fill a 10x10 feet space. I doubt it, but I'm only one person so I can't be too hard on myself.

The quest "for baby" continues along side family drama and I've been exploring my magical roots and jewel crafting. Also forcing myself to "fill the well" by going to events, shows and hang out with friends so I don't get creatively blocked or burnt. Right now I've hit a wall since my apartment is chaotic and I can't think when my space isn't clear. It's just the way I am as a creative. I am waiting to hear from another gallery if I'm in the group show or not. Fingers crossed.

After october I have no idea what I'll be doing since I've been going almost non-stop. Maybe this is a good thing so I can actually take a breather and paint more. Maybe find a theme to thread everything together. I know this is my weakness - the quantity of work. Quality always comes with practice but quantity is difficult to achieve when you're a perfectionist or realist...or both. Actually if you're both you're fucked. Don't ask me. Don't even look at me. I will look the other way, man. Really. I know for most, the opposite is true, but we are talking about me.

I am looking back at my blog right now though and realizing, "wow... another year is almost over and gone. That was so fast." 2011 has been a very good year and a year of change. If you don't believe me, look up #occupywallstreet. There is definitely an awaking of the spiritual kind and well... people are just fet up. I am glad it is catching on and I expect good things to only happen now that all the "evil" is exposed to the sun rays of "truth". But enough about the apocalypse! Back to making art.