Kim Barry grew a ball for the "I've Got Big Balls" Charity Event August 2,2012

Got Big Balls? 

My big guy is one of 100 heading to auction

at 

The "I Got Big Balls" Charity Exhibit 

hosted by 

Ghetto Gloss Gallery

 Aug 2, 2012 

at 

The Wilson Harding Clubhouse. 

100 Balls by 100 Artists

Come out for it if you got  'em ; )

On Thursday, August 2nd, for one night only, Ghettogloss presents its golf-inspired exhibit, “I Got Big Balls” at the Wilson Harding Golf Course in Griffith Park. The multi-media exhibit, includes video projections, a surprise band singing their own rendition of ACDC’s “I Got Big Balls”, and 100 golf balls, each with its own artistic spin by one of the 100 participating artists, hand-signed, of course. The artist roster includes a heavy contingent of fine art heavy-hitters, a selection of street artists, as well as a large group of multi-talented individuals whose disciplinary talents range between music, writing, acting, and fashion design. Confirmed artists include Dogtown skateboarding legend Tony Alva, L.A. street artist Luke Chueh, Legendary Singer/Songwriter Allee Willis, artist/ musician extraordinaire Moon Unit Zappa, and Sons of Anarchy actor Michael Ornstein. A portion of the proceeds from sale of the art will be donated to the “Free Arts for Abused Children” program, www.freearts.org. With a following of over 10,000 art and culture enthusiasts that includes fine artists, musicians, writers, as well as Young Hollywood, Ghettogloss has been a strong supporter of the local Art Scene in L.A. for over 13 years. Its founder, Fiora Boes, a painter and photographer herself, was inspired by the green and white atmosphere of the golf course and the nature setting of Griffith park, as well as the aerodynamic simplicity and aesthetic of the golf ball itself. “It’s summer, you want to be outside, especially in LA. So what perfect way to combine the best of LA’s art scene with the outdoors, than to have an exhibit focused on the golf ball?” says Boes. DJ Miss Bliss will spin I got Big Ball mixes, while attendees sample the club house’s food and drink offerings, and enjoy the roaring fire pit. The event, sponsored by Indie Hotspot (www.theindiethotspot.com) and Agenda Magazine, opens at 7 pm and ends at midnight but warns attendees that they must drive into Griffith Park by 10pm as the “In- gate” closes at 10pm sharp. The balls will be on exhibit between 7 and 10 pm at the Wilson Harding Golf Course in the heart of Griffith Park. The event entrance is free and open to the public, directions to the Golf Course and additional artist information and pricing will be provided upon RSVP’ing to ghettogloss@ghettogloss.com. ### ABOUT GHETTOGLOSS: An active supporter of the L.A. art scene and in particular the Street Art and Graffiti scene of Los Angeles since 1999, Ghettogloss features L.A.’s brightest and emerging art talent with monthly art exhibits and events, and studio art rentals. www.ghettogloss.com. ABOUT INDIE HOTSPOT: Launched in 2006 by Agenda Magazine, Indie Hotspot promotes the most promising rising, emerging, and established talent in music, art, film, and fashion through media coverage and events. www.theindiehotspot.com

Dream On

The Dream Map Installation went public for 10 days on the corner of Micheltorena St  and Sunset Blvd starting June 9th, 2012 as part of the Silverlake Art Craft and Vintage Festival and then, well,  I did what any public installation artist would do........ left it.  How would these hipsters, parents, bus takers, and graffiti control trucks react to a 20'x 16' Dream Map that asks you to come up the little table provided, manifest through writing your deepest heart's desire for your life on a dream cloud, pin it to the map, then opening a little cigar box and take a little piece of paper with the message "yes." Could it last one night? Kind of a miracle it did. Apparently, they liked it  and The Map filled up quickly.

 Over those 10 days, I stayed busy refilling clouds, pins, and pencils from participants or from people who clearly never heard of the $1 store.... who steals a jar of push pins?!?! Cheap masochists?

Here are some highlights of what I hope to be the start of many Dream Maps placed on public streets and parks all over LA and beyond by yours truly for people to begin living from and for their heart & imaginations. I need help funding the expansion of this project- for more info visit- http://www.kimbarrystudio.com/2012-dream-map-installation.html

or contact kimbarrystudio@gmail.com

a father helps his son write a dream

This Thursday at West Eleven

A night of friends and friends of friends coming together around some instruments, some art, some snacks, some smokes, and what else we all bring

Let's see what happens

Special guests

 Courtney Barriger and her latest magical work

Christina Ross with kickass snacks handmade with lovin'

 & a ten foot plate

Remember That No One Ever Kicks A Dead Dog

"Welcome to LA" 2010

Photographic Image

Kim Barry

The war of words is alive and well and leaving bodies on the streets of LA as we speak.  So many think badly, treat each moment for the worse, and finish it all off by acting  out the worst case scenario as a result. Why? I blame in small part, all capitalistic fear based television- specifically 800 CSI shows running 24hr 7 for the people that never leave their house and tune in, which, sidenote,  raises the chicken or the egg question. And the million kids learning that dissecting Bobby is just another form of science lab.

Last night, as I walked down Sunset Blvd., with The Sultan and Adam O, we came upon a pretty girl in lace stockings, a metallic mini, heels that wouldn't stay on her feet or in her hands, a belly full of beer, & a head full of want. The former and continued desperation to be accepted by her very recently abandoned company, was killing her and we surmised quickly that could be a literal reality on the street alone in her condition. 

So we stopped

(She almost hurled a shoe at Adam like a beat up kitten, only to realize he was another little fuzzy meow)

We talked.

We walked.

She cried, "I wanted so badly for them to like me, but they make me feel like I am nothing."

Having entered many rings of conversation, I have become quite used to adjusting mine to temporarily adopt another's out of etiquette around new voices, to fit in or impress,  or out of panicked politeness when in circles I find myself wherein secretly, I am desperately searching the perimeter for the effing catapult hidden in the host's closet behind the "Clean It Right, Clean It Fast" book series on blue ray. 

I thank my mother for this gift of verbal veils that has been mastered from years of being thrown into so many different worlds of society and interest as I grew up. Wake up to elementary school with the future Gangsters of America, church with the WASPS, stopping off at the JCC for Tuesday basketball night,  can't miss theatre practice for "Hedwig- The High School Years", then later jumping out the window for a little late night graffiti in the mills, or at least hang with the boys after they do their thing. 

Many languages are hidden inside my American English here. To survive, I tuned into their channel. Some channels I liked more than others- those certain channels created a double O-mom for a hot minute. But it all worked out when, graffiti bffs, Schwontz, Walshman,  and Wing Ding, promised I'd be home before 2am. That puts any fourteen year old Mom's worry at ease. But for all the interests, I couldn't help but become a watered down version of myself. Sometimes you tune in too well to others' reality, you forget to keep your own channel alive, well heard, and respected in its value.

 I saw this happening in her world at an epic level. Seems she was editing herself into circles of conversation  that could end a Ted Bundy story if she didn't wake up and begin setting her own tone STAT. These are the circles where the one who wants acceptance the most, gets the least and ends up in the center as entertainment in the game "Kick Our Dog."  

"But you walked away," I pointed out to her.

She looked up.

It hit her.

That alone as a statement of self worth.

She smiled.

She stood up a little taller.

She felt a little better.

She realized she had taken the jump out of a bad but familiar scene

into open, empty space

leaving the opportunity to enter a better one with us, if for just a moment,

She knows,now, a better language does exist