Show Fliers

Some Food I Made

Lately, I’ve been excessively proud of the food I’ve made, so much so, that the pride has turned to arrogance and/or hubris, and my friends are embarrassed by my behaviour and have stopped returning my calls.

But anyhow, here’s a colorful dish with green, yellow, orange, tan and brown and light tan.  Isn’t it colorful, dontchathink!?  Huh?!  Huh?!

I think the colors are nifty.  Hooray for colored food!

Frameless Frame Cluster Friday

F#ck my frameless frame cluster, bizatch.

My Coleus

Here is my plant, my Coleus plant, growing up from the ashes like a Fenix, l’oiseau de feu, a pontiac firebird, like in Stravinsky’s Firebird Ballet in which Vaslav Nijinsky did not dance at all in any way even if I previously thought he might have.  As I already stated, the plant is a cutting from the dying roots and shoots you see before you, contained in the pot.  I put about 5 different cuttings in the soil, and this is the only one that took root.  Hooray.

Paulette's Sh#t Show Friday, March 2, 2012

Dear Maniacal Paulette Fan,

 

In an effort to bite off more than I can chew, I agreed to do, confirmed a date, committed to doing a show of sorts wherein I will make images with paint and other media and put them on the walls of my friends’ storefront artspace, Smokey's Tangle, in the heart of THE lovely Temescal neighborhood in BEautiful, sunny Oakland, the land of the Oaks.

 

These images will be so profoundly moving that they will move you a lot, and you will feel your body, thoughts and emotions so intensely that you will think and feel like you are watching television or having the best sex of your ever-so-short little life.  The experience will be so educational and edifying that you will feel like a door has opened for you and life appears before you clearly, without a layer of sh#t on it.

 

If you come to the show, you might have to sign a paper (before seeing the images) releasing me from all responsibility for your actions after seeing the images, but I can't really see why except that your whole worldview will radically change and you might feel like you are not really in your own body any more, like you don't recognize the body you inhabit, so you'll think you are a spirit that can run in front of moving cars and not be injured.

 

So anyhow, I'll be there, and I might play music too if I feel like it, but don't plan on it because I'm not sure how much of myself I can take at once.

 

In other self-congratulatory, self-promotional news, I made or rerecorded some music.

 

Here's a studio recording of transgendered which might have some life in it.  This was recorded with Stephan Junca on drums at James Boblak's studio in berkeley and a few other places.

 

Transgendered

 

I rerecorded

 

Swimming

 

I like the recording, but I'm thinking the song might want to do more with itself.

 

and that's mostly it, there are more new things at http://paulettenichols.bandcamp.com/

 

Smokey's Tangle address:

 

4709 Telegraph Avenue  Oakland, Calif.

 

The show is part of First Fridays in Oakland, and the venue opens at 7:00 p.m. and closes at 10 p.m. typically.

 

 

Sincerely for some parts of this missive,

 

Paulette

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

War and Peace: Pierre's Mother

I don't mean to spoil the ending, but after reading 100 pages of the wrong translation of Warren Peace, I'm willing to bet that Pierre's Mother is Napoleon.

 

At Anna Pavlovna Scherer's soiree and fete and fiesta, we see how Pierre comes without his mom so that Anna has to fill in, taking up the mom role, trying to keep him out of party trouble.  This absence of his mother begs the question, "Who is his mother?"

 

Later, we see how Pierre goes to see his dying father, but his mom isn't there in any way whatsoever, so Anna Mihalovna Dubretskoy coaches Pierre, telling him what to do in the sacramental rituals of Count Bezuhov's Great Big Death Pageant.  Again, the absence of Pierre's mother is conspicuous and easy to see and obvious and a large curiousity and a profound mystery.

 

I predict that Pierre's mother turns out to be Napoleon because Pierre idolizes Napoleon as evidenced by his statement that "Napoleon is great because he towered above the revolution, suppressed its abuses, preserving all that was good in it."  And this idolatry reminds of when Luke Skywalker idolized Darth Vader, and Darth Vader turned out to be his dad.

 

So, I'm willing to bet that Napoleon is Pierre's Mother even if not explicitly stated in the text.

Show Notes and a kind of new song

Hello Hardcore Paulette Fan,

 

Just so you know, the show at Brainwash went really well.  I sold a t-shirt and made my year's income in one fell swoop, all at once, in a single transaction.  After heated and protracted negotiations between parties, I sold the "Shut the Fu## Up" t-shirt for $7.5 million.  I'll be donating most of the money to the republican committee to re-elect the president and to another non-profit called "Eliminate Public Education" based here in Oakland. 

 

And I made a recording of this song I'd only recorded sloppily on a video.

 

As I'm sure you know, songs about showing off your ass are huge right now, and if there's a bandwagon, I always try to be the first one to jump on.

 

Here's my Ass song.

 

"I Really Like to Show Off My Ass"

 

Love,

 

Paulette

The Eminent Marketability of Let’s Paint TV’s Art

The art of Let’s Paint TV is eminently marketable. I’m not kidding, it’s really marketable, there’s a big market for it. A lot of people want this artwork. It’s timely and relevant to the times, and it’s warm and caring, and it’s like getting a great big hug all the time you are around it, and other animals are attracted to it too. Dogs love it. Cats love it. Rats love it. Hamsters, birds, all other rodents besides hamsters and cats, animals of the savannah, and all fish and reptiles and amphibians love it. Duckbilled platypuses and all plant species love it too, maybe even more than the aforementioned hamsters love it.

Very recently, a spider was setting its web up outside my window just so that it could see my “Embrace Failare” painting from let’s paint tv inside on my wall.  I saw the spider catch itself making a mistake while making it’s web, and it chuckled, looking at me and pointing to the words, “Embrace Failare” in the painting.

I’ve had to put stickers on my apartment windows to keep birds from trying to fly into my apartment just to see my let’s paint tv oil painting. Too many birds have run smack dab into the middle of my windows, trying to get in. I truly believe that if I had a nickel for each one, I’d be able to afford my lavish lifestyle.

So hop on the wholesale bandwagon and buy Let’s Paint TV art up before it’s all gone because it’s eminently marketable. I’m not kidding.  It’s really marketable.