Dream Log 6-30-2005

I was staying at the Basileia House, but for some reason a family of Asian American immagrants were there. My mom called from Oklahoma City to see if I wanted to see a movie with my brother, whom was also in Oklahoma City, so we both went to the movie theater and met there. Not sure how that happened... we were there to watch a documentary about the graphic design of posters and mix-tapes surrounding the phenom of boxing in the early 1900's. We sat down after looking all over the theater, which happened to be the Apollo Theater so Drew and I were the only white people there, and began watching the pre-show entertainment. There ended up being a 20 minute infomercial on a pair of scissors that could cut through jewlery. The lady would take the egg-shaped scissors and place a ruby or a ring or necklace in it, yell "Scissors!!" and cut through it. I got really annoyed and left. I went back to the B-house and grabbed a piece of wood from the fence and walked around back. I remembered some of the homeless men from the community were staying in the alley behind their house, so i walked around to see if they were still there. They were and they yelled at me for waking them up, but i just walked back to the front of the house. I was really disappointed that I didn't get to see the movie but called my brother and met him at the theater again. We showed up right when it was starting. I noticed all kinds of similarities between the graphic design of boxing and the work Andy Warhol and Basquiat did in the 1980's. Very interesting. I actually woke up thinking how I could mimic popular design in different historical social constructs to form art pieces today. Hmmm....