Krazy Kimono [Part 1]

“If you can't explain it to a six year old, you don't understand it yourself.”―Einstein

Buckle My Shoe...

I'm finding the questions I'm asking myself the most these days are "Is there enough 'realness' here" or "Ok, that's dome the next step would be what" yet truthfully though its mostly 'You're kidding me seriously, where glasses, again? Things like that, because the more you think about what your thinking about or saying, the more realness you find.

"'what's potential without possibility, anyway?",


When 

If it's possible to look close enough at realness of the reality we inhabit what's really there? 


we find there are many realities, and possibilities of realities, and that the greatest degree of freedom there is an ability to join, move with, and then pass through the each of these variables. 


each one.

The Freedom we employ


 5to pass through is developed proportional relationship developed between the to the variables which comprise a sum total of each degree of movement we find ourselves either willing or unwilling, able or unable to commit to. 


I believe our innate capacity to be free is a radical statement, it is our willingness to be free, and any six year old can understand that, don't you think?

 movement (this 'passing through' of perspectives). In the simplest of terms our capacity to be free is equal to the s

Over the past several years, what I've most contemplated is the win-win scenario and how best to best engage, present, enhance this outcome. I was first introduced to the meta-dialog of this particular 'win-win' branding of competition by the reality tv series Project Runway–though I would hardly know it at the time. And then how could I?

There's a lot I can say (as the well as the people around me who know me best) about my relationship to this reality television program. After the last round of applying to the show in 2013 (mind you this was a program I once vowed you'd have to tie me to a chair Clockwork Orange style before I would ever watch such vile parades of ego's pomp n circumstance)––it was obvious I needed an intervention of some sort, because i had risked everything––and not to fulfill some fleshy fantasy of mine about spotlights and cheering of how wonderful the thrill of victory would be––but actually, just to make it to the next round––and there was good reason to believe I would.

On September 24th (my sisters birthday) I went to NYC via Amtrack and stood in line and waited in like to apply the next morning (Another Birthday of a dear, dear friend who has supported in me in every way) for The Open Casting Call of PR's Season 13 Redux.

Real & Ready Early Birds – Defne Husrevoglo & Mark E Merrill
September 25, 2013 

I strongly suggest anyone who shares my obsession even if your not really sure or confident about your chances that you do this at least once! A word of advice though to those of you seriously considering taking on this noble journey (and especially if that time you stood in line-all night for Bon Jovi tickets was the best night of your life) let me burst that bubble of you right now, because if you don't walk away from that experience wishing you could find the Red-Cross tents outside prepared for the emergence psychoanalytical counseling you desperately now need, you certainly are more worthy than I. But, if you decide to take that risk, you'll meet people coming from every corner of the globe––with so much passion and so much talent with so many stories of what it took for them to be where they are now... I guarantee you this if you bring with you every ounce of passion you have, and you are willing to engage with those around you, that night itself will be far more rewarding than the fact that you didn't get cast––but really, what are the odds of that actually happening? 

Yet there always will be days of strange and beautiful magic. This is Part 1 of my memory of Friday, April 23, 2010 the day after my first application to be considered as a contestant for "the program" was submitted:

Hello–Mr. Merrill? Amanda from Project Runway calling...

Me: (short silence)

Amanda: Hi, how are you doing today!

Me: (Inaudible gasp) "Ummm wow, really? I guess I must be doing pretty f**** I guess, remarkable, considering I speaking with now, yea, yup couldn't be better... that's for sure... Hi Amanda! wow

Amanda: (laughs) I'm so glad to hear that (laughs) that just made may day! 

Me: "No, really, it is wow...."

Amanda: (laughs)  I just wanted to let you know we received your application for Project Runaway today that you overnighted us, and yes, everything looks good, and there's a note here asking me to call you saying, "Forgot work samples!"

Ok, so let's look at what you have here, there's your application, I see both cds, here's your head shot, and Oh, isn't that sweet, we love pets here at PR Casting.... 

>insert incidental pet talk< 

Amanda: ...I'm sure your right, he's gonna bring you lots of luck! (Laughs) Ok, your portfolio, lets see we have sketches, lots and lots of sketches and these are... I see some additional statements written in crayon, (love it), but, yes, that's all that's here, do you think you may just have forgoten to include them?

Me: Well, (nervous laugh) that's because there aren't any, I mean there are but.. No, the show was last night and I had to mail the application and I was still working on the design, but that machine was from hell let me tell you, so yes. I didn't have them... but I've been thinking about this for a while, something said just do it... 

Amanda: I'm sorry, could you run that be me one more time?

Me: "I've only sewn one dress in my life, and that was yesterday, and there wasn't time to include any photos in my application... because the deadline was yesterday...." 

Amanda: So, let me make sure I've got this right... You didn't send us work samples because you didn't start sewing until yesterday?

Me: April 10th, 2010 actually. That was when I began sewing, up until then I had never touch

a sewing machine before, ever... but I've been designing in my head alot and I been sketching for about a year.

Amanda: And you don't have any photos of this design you did yesterday?

Me: No I have tons, it was my first show too. Not mine, but you know the first time I had a look walk the runway. I ask every one who took photos at the show they would send me copies because I was applying to the show and it was first design but I didn't want to miss the deadline so I sent them in without any.

Amanda: So you do, if gave you and e-mail could an you send them to us, today, right now?

Me: There're all uploaded on my blog I can just send you the link.

Amanda: Ok, even better here's e-mail it's <insert email address here> and remember send me that link as soon as you get this and I'm going to show this to the producers right now and someone should get back to you, right away, Ok? And if they don't call or e-mail me Ok.

Me: Of course! Yes, absolutely this is so great, because it's the reason I'm going this that's so Important, you see everyone things I'm nuts, for walking into this with no experience, but to me that's the whole reason I'm so motivated to do this... I mean––really what's at the core of fashion? Because when you begin to pull every apart.... It's the "Thought" (emphasized)... so that puts us on an equal playing field––and that means I'll be solely relying on the creativity of that moment, right then and their an not my pre-conceptions–– that means I won't have any hang-ups... OMFG this would be the best thing in the world... can you imagine... just solely relying on my creativity only to problem solve each challenge, I'm that would be my angle––to have use my creativity alone with no experience, WOW, I mean it's not just an angle, because that's what I would have to do, but WOW could you imagine––this would be my once in a lifetime opportunity to rise above everything everyone knows about fashion, to make fashion from ideas that I don't even have, that's fucking innovation. I'm telling you, and I am so ready to bring it... this is the challenge of my life I've been waiting for... but please for give me I'm rambling on 

Amanda: No that's totally Ok, just send that link to as as soon as you can, Ok?

Me: Ok!

TO BE CONTINUED

Survival of the Weakest, Entropy & The Revolution West

“If you can't explain it to a six year old, you don't understand it yourself.”― Albert Einstein

"I get a little strength out to you or is it meekness?" –Steven John Kilbey, Paradox

 The question I'm asking myself the most these days is "How much 'realness' or even 'potential realness' is there really to go around? How real is this? How real am I?

In the reality we inhabit and there are many realities, and possibilities of realities, I think that the greatest degree of freedom one posses to pass between these many people, places and perspectives remains forever balanced by Newton's 3rd Law of Motion (well, at least on this terrestrial sphere). Therefore Freedom we employ is proportional to that movement (the 'passing through' of perspectives) and this movement is essential is Newton's 2nd Law, meaning it is equal to the sum total of each degree of movement we find ourselves willing and able to commit to. Other words, it is equal to our own innate capacity to do so, and any six year old can Understand that, don't you think?

Over the past several years, what I've most contemplated is the win-win scenario and how best to best engage, present, enhance this outcome. I was first introduced to the meta-dialog of this particular 'win-win' branding of competition by the reality tv series Project Runway–though I would hardly know it at the time. And then how could I?

There's a lot I can say (as the well as the people around me who know me best) about my relationship to this reality television program. After the last round of applying to the show in 2013 (mind you this was a program I once vowed you'd have to tie me to a chair Clockwork Orange style before I would ever watch such vile parades of ego's pomp n circumstance)––it was obvious I needed an intervention of some sort, because i had risked everything––and not to fulfill some fleshy fantasy of mine about spotlights and cheering of how wonderful the thrill of victory would be––but actually, just to make it to the next round––and there was good reason to believe I would.

On September 24th (my sisters birthday) I went to NYC via Amtrack and stood in line and waited in like to apply the next morning (Dff's Birthday) for the Season 13 (Redux)––after it's my  number––again! And I strongly suggest anyone who shares my obsession even if your not really sure or confident about your chances that you do this at least once!

A word of advice though to you seriously considering taking on this noble journey (and especially if that time you stood in line-all night for Bon Jovi tickets was the best night of your life) let me burst that bubble of you now, because if you don't walk away from that experience wishing you could find the Red-Cross tents outside prepared for the emergence psychoanalytical counseling you desperately now need, you certainly are more worthy than I. But, if you decide to take that risk, you'll meet people coming from every corner of the globe––with so much passion and so much talent with so many stories of what it took for them to be where they are now... I guarantee you this if you bring with you every ounce of passion you have, and you are willing to engage with those around you, that night itself will be far more rewarding than the fact that you didn't get cast––but what are the odds of that? 

I first applied for PR in 2010 and got a call back ("Hello, this is Amanda from Project Runway") First time, did I lose my shit or what?

That conversation, while not verbatim, went something like this:

Me: As timid and curious as a church mouse"H-h-hello....."

Amanda, "Hi––thank you so much for applying we just got your application and everything looks good but, everything here your application, your video and yes, your portfolio, but it seems you must have forgotten to include the other photographs of work samples, because there's I only see one....  

Me: "Well, (nervous laugh) that's because there's just that one...  right now... I just finished it yesterday and the Revolution Runway show was last night and the last day for applications was today... and I didn't have time to make another, I guess but, I've already got an for the next one, and I'm like starting that as soon as I get home from work, and I really, really think that even though I have no experience, I mean I just sat down at a sewing machine for the first time three weeks ago, but I've been designing every night in my head and i did all these sketches and I really think that this is going to work in my favor, serious, because I don't know... (slowing down a bit to annunciate my words) you know what I mean...?

Amanda: "Ok, wow, well, yes, of course, I mean..... so you you're saying you just have that one dress and nothing else and you just started sewing three weeks ago... that's what your tell me, I just want to make sure...."

Me: "Yhea, but you see, I think, that's really going to work for me, you see, because, I'm not going to think like everybody else, and I mean––really what's at the core of fashion? When you pull every thing away.... It's the "Thought" (emphasized)... so that puts us on an equal playing field––and that means I'll be solely relying on the creativity of that moment, right then and their an not my pre-conceptions–– that means I won't have any hang-ups... OMFG this would be the best thing in the world... can you imagine... just solely relying on my creativity only to problem solve each challenge, I'm that would be my angle––to have use my creativity alone with no experience, WOW, I mean it's not just an angle, because that's what I would have to do, but WOW could you imagine––this would be my once in a lifetime opportunity to rise above everything everyone knows about fashion, to make fashion from ideas that I don't even have, that's fucking innovation. I'm telling you, and I am so ready to bring it... this is the challenge of my life I've been waiting for... 

Amanda: Oh, Mark, Wow, well listen, I'm going to tell our Producers what you said, and show them what you made and someone get right back to you, Ok?"

Me: COOL! Wow, OMG, YES I mean I can really DO THIS, YES! Thank you... (welling up with tears)

Amanda, "Ok, Now I'm going to show this to the producers, but thy are really really busy, so if you don't hear back I'm going to give you my e-mail, Ok?

Me: Ok, YES! Of COURSE (Trying to conceal the fact that I'm weeping tears of joy and wonderment) WOW OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH, AMANDA, I MEAN WOW..."

Amanda, "Ok, here's my e-mail do you have a pen? 

Me: (sniffles) "Uhuh.."

Amanda: Ok, Good, it's A. M. A....."



Fade to Wide and...

TO BE CONTINUED







 I MEAN, WOW I CAN"T BELEIVE IT< THANK YOU SO MUCH...


COOL! Wow, OMG, YES I mean I can really DO THIS, YES! Thank you... (welling up with tears)

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Amanda, "Ok, Well I see then, that's interesting   Huh, well let me see... I guess


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And to this conclusion, a poetic metaphor from the winds which blow within this four dimensional space we occupy, the reed which bends perfectly demonstrates this axiom. 

What Do You Value?

I so greatly looked forward to finally knowing what the aroma of the Pacific Ocean was actually going to smell like. I paused and exhaled deeply. Holding my breath I exited the cab and closed the door behind me. And then it was there, across from The Gap on Columbus and Chestnut I inhaled deeply my first breath of Pacific California West Coast Sunshine Air––and I couldn't be more perplex.

I flashback suddenly experiencing every and all at once our yearly 'happy trips' to the coast of Maine– it's the freakin vacation state after all–and we're all loading up into mom's tiny white 2 door Pinto hatchback w that fuking nasty navy blue vinyl interior––my sister and her best friend gloating because they get the front seat-for some completely bull shit-reason while me and my little brother my best friend are surrounded in a lava flow of games, groceries, pillows, sleeping bags, bikes, beach chairs and we're now luring one very reluctant worried looking looking German Shepherd into the back with us...

By the next exhale everything went all Keriok (and I'm a Burroughs man through and through) and I'm enveloped by this thick perpetually fresh aroma of the richest dark brew coffee bean––who new the Pacific had no oder? That messed with my head, royally. But I continued to live in San Francisco from September 1988 until June 6, 1995 (apparently if you do the math as i did on that long bus ride back homeward, and if you exclude my time spent in Victoria, Seattle and Arizona I was leaving SF exactly Six years, Six months, and Six days after I arrived––I don't know but it all seemed about right). But this was just the first of many revelations.

This year our 'happy trip' is to Wells Beach, Maine––and this time I know something no on else does about this demarcation point, abd this is the momnet I know I'm no langer a child. I'm no longer a child. But even for a ten year old a 2.5 hr car ride seemed all of eternity. And it was always the same story just 3/4 of the way in either our infighting caused the hammer to crack down on us and we'd ride the rest of the way in icy silence or we'd have fallen asleep or just about thought you could no longer take it and die right there on the spot, but after the dearcation point all would be forgiven. because last year when dad was with us I marked the spot visually on the way in and then on the home home got the millage from dad, and I now knew how far it was in in both directions and I was gonna impress in a big, big because I was in love with my best freind in a big big way even though we we'rnt sharing the front seat together...

It was about three weeks after my life in North Beach that I witnessed the first expnsion of my conscounsees as it related to social naritive and public discouse of public/street/and graffitti Art. As I had noticed one particular  small sized stencle usually in white or white and red EVERYWHERE. I'd turn a corn boom there it was... glance down at the pavenent before crossing the street boom.. there it was... out side the grocery story boom, telephone pole boom. bust shelter. News rack. Mail box. And after seeing that same stencil, I became that 1ooth monkies because I stopped in my tracks and thought to myself, "Ya... What is it?"What is it that I value?" And yea.... what is it all you muthr fuckrs vallue." I was now a street artist, but didn't know it then either.




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The Hail Mary Drop Kick Exposé

Daughter of the Revolution Runway: The Main Street Museum,
first home of the White River Arts & Fashion Collective (WRAF)

My mind is rarely quite.

Certain emotional responses with in each of us trigger needs to reach out, and communicate.

I've found my, own need to write and reflect is often delivered to a specific audience of (1),

General Ideas abstract communicate––universal concerns, general ideas, my ‘Hail Mary Drop Kicks.’ This morning’s post is ALL... one of each. (And this is just the beginning folks)

 or more .


And then, there are those soft still moments, allowing this still–––

yet firm appreciate the silence, more and more...

, it seems


trigger

The need


that



needs to reach out and

I do find a still point in acts of creation, usually further down the troth in ‘the’ design process. Aughh... and yes, the machine forth sewing... how it does bring forth that still point... the textiles, smells, the aroma, the act itself a marvelous dance that every oz. of my being is applied. Why were we, as an organization, so reluctant to go back there? I think this is the right question to ask. 

I fear this question is far from rhetorical. I’ve spent the last year charting a value system that I wish to see a non-profit founded upon––specifically to promote Fashion Art/Public Art––and the possibilities those two forces combined could manifest. These ideas have been put to the test, given their ritual run here at the MSM and now have been spit out––like a seed to sprout-up elsewhere––as have I, but un-like Jonna I never asked to be separated from the entrails of this non-profit––yet neither am I casting aspersions––everything has a reason, if you can find it––and really want to.... Yet for this no-fault travesty, I can see how it begun, and yes, it was the election of Donald Trump, herself (and yes, that does need a bit of explaining!)

MSM's Spring Fashion 2016: Looks by Allyce Good (front, center) & Alyssa Couture (back)

There is an art to masculinization, as there is to feminization. In the wrong hands, or applied for the wrong reasons such elements are either taken for granted or misused entirely. If the use of the feminine pro-noun ‘her’ associated w/ one DT causes you discomfort or anxiety--there certainly is enough of that these days to go around, now isn’t there? I should like to write more about this feminism prospective and Trump I've conjured, but I’m not here at this moment to promote this thesis, not quite yet. But let me say this: the pen is mightier than the sword; and not just because it can sign checks--digg it?  (Read: Charles Eisenstein’s writings on the Gift Economy)

However, there is more to say about the DT and how her election to the office directly and indirectly has ousted me from my role as assistant director of the Main Street Museum. Of this thesis I will summarize, briefly. 

The pen is mightier than the sword; and not because it can sign checks--Digg it?

Of the many things one can say I do not lack is vision. Since 2012 this vision has been to bring Educational Outreach Programming to this community, specifically an education far from academic.
This determination is based solely on first hand observation of need within certain "underserved" populations of our community.

One of the first ‘unexpected’ consequences of DT was the backlash that this organization and I, myself, personally experienced--not direct towards--but coming from the most liberal of all factions. This was devastating and soul wrenching and remains completely unexplained other than by some collective/progressive mass hysteria (a positive feminine force of (blind) justice countering the (random feminine) power of creation/destruction––now symbolized by the very weak male identity of DT himself.).

H. Seano Whitecloud's Amazingly Surreal Fashion Art with a Heart & Soul x 4 (2017)

April 4th is the anniversary of the Main Street Museum’s foray into fashion. There is no real reason (for what I see as a travesty) other than the failure of a sustain vision of what once was and the potential of what could be––and for this failure, I, indubitably, see a direct connection to the 2016 presidential elections––and am somewhat bewildered that no one else in my immediate circle sees this connection as i do––but then again, how could they... LOL

So, let me try to explain my reasoning. Understandably, these statements mean little without a proper context, so of my own relationship to the MSM, and this too I will briefly summarize. 

In 1992 the eccentric, David Fairbanks Ford (DFF), opens his home--the abandoned lunch counter, Lena’s Lunch’ on the newly ‘up 'n coming’ S. Main Street here in White River Junction, VT--as an exhibition space an cabinet of curiosity. Fast Forward >> to 1997 when I come into the picture--The Main Street Museum of Art (the ‘of Art’ later formally dropped) had become an Alt. Phenomena in & of itself, so much so, that DFF expressed a desire to incorporate as a non-profit, and at this point I become in action and on paper the MSM’s ‘vice president’––just like Clair Underwood once was. 

In 2005, I assist on yet another start-up, The ‘J.E.W.E.L. School’ (Justified Education With Experiential Learning) later to become ‘Bryant Academy’ (BA) in Claremont and Henniker, NH. In 2008 I leave the MSM and immerse myself full-time in the field of primary and secondary education and see the career path ahead as an academic one (mind you it would be another two years before I would ever press the peddle of a sewing machine). Fast Forward again to August 2012 and everything changes for me when my home in Claremont, NH  is robbed and vandalized--to such an extent that I leave Claremont and return to White River to work full-time once again with DFF & the MSM (Bryant Academy having since closed it’s doors in 2010–via a perfect storm involving state DOE corruption--oh, let me tell you what a joy that was).

Deeply saddened by the closing of BA two years prior, I am overjoyed to bring a new skill set to my new directive of community arts & education. In 2015 we launch the MSM’s first EOP (Educational Outreach Programming)––the Fashion Arts Collective and beginning a year of planning for it’s second EOP--‘Representation Matters’ and in 2016 we are wildly successful with each--and begin planning for a Mural Arts and Visiting Artist Program until in 2017 when it all falls apart (after I might add the largest, and in many, many ways the most successful MSM Fashion Arts event of them all) . If you’re involved with this institution I'm sure you may have your own opinion as to the ‘state of things’ but I see it like this: Those who fear losing everything will risk nothing, while those who have nothing to lose, will bet everything they have again & again & again––until they get it right. 

Those who fear losing anything will take a chance on nothing, while those who have nothing to lose, will bet everything they have, again & again & again--until they get it right. 

I was sure in 2012 that by going all in at the Main Street Museum I was getting it right (and I’m still not entirely  convinced I have not). ‘Stronger Together’ was not simply a campaign slogan as much as it is a philosophy––once which I ascribe to completely. I wonder how many ‘break-ups’ and splintering and failed attempts at very worthy causes you, yourself, have experienced since her majesty DT has taken office? (and for those who see my gender-bending commentary as a derogatory comment towards women, "Yes, to some at first it may seem as such, but trust me, it's not", said the white privileged male).

With out our symbols, or rather without the faith in these symbols, we are nothing. As of Nov 10, 2016––these symbols are now gone––all of them, and some will argue they were all gone well before that––that is if they ever existed at all. So, there ya go, you can finally get a good nights sleep––it's only the total obliteration of our most deeply held 'collective subconscious symbols' (not like it hasn't happened before). So now, considering this dialog how far-out out on this 'collective' limb are you willing to crawl out?  This is the deepest insecurity of them all, because we now do it for ourselves and crate our own––in this shit show (boycott school kids).

Of DFF and the MSM I will never say an unkind or untrue word, as the founder of this institution is long suffering, generous to a fault as well as a man of equal vision. Our visions are just different and now diverge.  My vision is to expand, explore and adapt. While David's (I suspect, you'd have to ask him) wishes to contract, specialize and focus. And all of these goals are worthy to their cause, it’s just that silly ol' meme come to life–––sort of––"this on-profit ain't big enough for the both of us..." and sure maybe 200 years ago the right thing to do would be to duel it out in the streets—but this ain't Back to the Future Part III either... because we both seek the win-win scenario.

To Be Continued...

A CALL for Designers. Models & Technicians

A CALL for Designers, Models & Technicians 

Please join us for Sunday, January 29th @ 2:00pm for our first development meeting for the Main Street Museum’s Annual Spring Fashion Event.

White River Junction refuses to stop innovating. If you’ve been wishing there’ll be something you can really get behind in 2017, the wait might be not too much longer! After nearly two decades of inspired, revolutionary DIY fashion events, WRJ will soon get its first look into a new two-year FASHION ARTS DEGREE PROGRAM under development at the Main Street Museum.

For the 2017 Spring Fashion Collective we currently have volunteer and paid positions open for the following Department Teams:

• Team Chevron––Swag Gatherers, Tickets Management, “Day of” Ushers & House Management
• Team Neoprene––Social media, Web-management, Publications, and Photography, Direct Advertising
• Team Tartan––Gofers, Model Wranglers, Backstage Manager, Hair & Make-up Technicians.
• Team Stretch Denim (Black)––Sound & Lighting Technicians, Pre, Post, and After Manager & DJs
• Team Faux Fur––Designers, Models, Lead Developers, Organizers, Fundraisers

If you’re interested in being a part of our very dynamic production, please contact me e-mail at markezramerrill@gmail.com 

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