Who knew ectoplasm would make me so fond of humanity.

I appreciate people who pursue nonsense.

Oct. 31st, 2009 was a night of hot cider with whiskey, a night of moody projections and music, a night of bold costumes and pure silliness. I need more people in my life who take action and have fun, who get over themselves and enjoy being with other people.

Above are a few experimental pictures from my night at the West Bank Social Center . We had so much fun channeling spirits through our orifices.

For those of you who create into the wee hours of the night I solute you.

Spirits at the West Bank Social Center

click here for your plans on Oct. 31st: http://westbanksocialcenter.org/

he chose shelter before beer

After 45 years my father finally checked himself into rehab. He has made it 21 days and each day from here on out will be heavy choice for my father.

Regardless of his choices in life he has inspired me–click here.

He is and always was”sitting in a tin can far above the world.”

Az

Yes Please, More Art and Tenderness

Senior Portraits

Ben and Sonia

A Vibration

© Crystal Liepa

I am not constructing meaning rather provoking a feeling, a mood, an aura, a vibration.

There are people whose game is success, but others

hear distance: guided, often betrayed,

they wander their lives. Their voices go by

every day, outside of history, outside

of importance. They ritual whatever they do.

William Stafford:The Way It Is:Excerpt from: A Life A Ritual:1998

May, Mary Oliver

©crystal liepa

May, and among the miles of leafing,

blossoms storm out of the darkness –

windflowers and moccasin flowers. The bees

dive into them and I too, to gather

their spiritual honey. Mute and meek, yet theirs

is the deepest certainty that this existence too –

this sense of well being, the flourishing of the physical body–rides

near the hub of the miracle that everything

is a part of, is as good

as a poem or a prayer, can also make

luminous any dark place on earth.

Mary Oliver:American Primitive:1983