ghosts and fate

oh canada

re: damn

hey y'all.....

so, i've been shooting, yelling and directing this music video for janet rogers the past five or eight days.....and i've just started editing it.....i'm gonna do three versions of the same video, each one different and crazy!

hence, my not posting anything, because, when you shoot live video, have a crew of ten or so, five vehicles and several locations, you tend to be very focused.....plus, it was a lot like an 'ed wood' movie, in that we were making it up as we went along......in some instances........

anyways,

i'm gonna get back into the daily updates tomorrow as i've got a bunch of art i've been working on behind the scenes......

otherwise, just another weird/surreal week in my life......

cheers,

cb

the endless struggle.........

if you look at this image, you'll see parasites, dead fish, lightning and people in gas masks....but really, what this piece is about, is the endless struggle between two cultures......

oscar wilde and dorian gray

if oscar wilde were alive today, he'd be a rockstar.

this photo is over one hundred years old.

isn't that crazy? it looks like it could've been taken today.

i've always heard of oscar wilde, but never had the time or excuses to check his work out.

without people like this man, pushing literary and social boundaries, we'd still be in the victorian era.

yeesh.

cb

jayda

jayda.

my baby.

she was born when my granny was leaving this place, this time, this world, this galaxy, this human experience.

my granny was 99.

she had 9 kids that survived.

she was born on the ninth month

in 1909.

she saw the world go from horse and buggy to jets, internet, satellite teevee and everything else in between.

i wonder what my daughter will see.

ya ya

i've had a pretty rough week, emotional, insane and busy as hell with work....

two of my cousins told me about our grannie's final moments, and her last breath.

been lucky enough to be in a room when a soul enters, that miracle of childbirth, but never really been there when one soul leaves.......it's intense.

hopefully, that won't happen to yours truly or you for that matter.

in the meantime, love the ones you love while you can. every single damn day matters.

louis vuitton

we are entertaining ourselves to death.

even though, there is nothing ever good on t.v.

the spirit world

these are among the very last images of my grandmother, my ya ya and my daughter jayda bose.

i remember my grandfather telling me, when one soul enters this world, another must leave......and he died shortly thereafter, and then, my brother timothy was born......

i miss my grandpa, my spa-puh la, and my ya ya........icons in my life.....gone forever?

death's first kiss

ah, amour, don't we remember it so well? that first kiss......that last kiss......

kamloops indian residential school

the flames always burn bright.....and the faces in the flames just happened to be there when i worked on this piece.......

i sort of feel strangely out of place right now, and don't really know what my next move is going to be...........

living in the desert, in this town that i love and hate, has provided many opportunities, but i feel it's time is coming to and end, and to get to the next place in my life, i'll have to move......but how, and where?

ska-lu-la is always watching, always waiting.......

hocus pocus and other lore says the ska-lu-la is always out there in the darkness, waiting.....when my mum was a kid, they were often told not to whistle or sing certain songs or the ska-lu-la would come to get them.....

i've heard this tale told 'round the world.......

eyes of the galaxy

thinking a bit about deep space, life, death and the silly distractions that get in the way of creating life/art/raising kids.......

a perfect day

here's my first video......i can finally make the films i want.......the way i see them......

the more you are the less you become.....

i have bad dreams......

the doctor is waiting......

modern medicine is yet another in a line of quick fixes and one hour solutions to spiraling, dangerous world......

the endless struggle.....

the struggle of love and understanding is endless between the man and the woman........

the dust bowl......

the carnival is in town, just i've begun to watch season one of carnivale

sweet.....

spence's bridge

this is a place called spence's bridge.....it's hot and isolated.....my great grandfather is supposedly in this picture......top row, second from left......he was a chief.......

feeling lucky?

there are times when we feel we have it all, and times when we feel we have fuck all.

tonight, amidst the fires, the chaos, the madness of everything and everyone's sad little stories including my own....i feel like i've pissed a lot of good things away.

even though, by all accounts, i'm a pretty god damned lucky son of a bitch.

still, a one more chance......to make things right......to say the right things......to feel that embrace one last time......

fire.

i'm getting pretty god damn sick of all this fucking fire and smoke.

six months of winter. 3 months of 35 plus.

=

flames.

=

me wishing the hell i was outta here.

closing time

there are billions per year spent on getting some action. billions.

think about that.

billions. booze. drugs. action. live fast. die hard. fuckers.

kamloops, bc.

close to the heart of it all.

dark loops

here is a nearly finished version of 'dark loops' that psychorhan and i have been working on the past few weeks......

dig!

deadwood

only so much loss, wheels of the universe......

a person can only take so much loss. sometimes, you have to wonder if the gears of the universe are synchronized or chaotic. but i know, there is no god, and the universe doesn't care and the only higher power we have is our consciousness. our ability to think independently. to rationalize our existence.

i hate this image.

closer to the truth

god is the devil, the devil in god. i'm getting closer to the truth about what happened to my parents in the residential school system. it's tragic. necessary. it is closure. i rage continuously because, nothing seems to change in the world, in society, in politics. it is my armour. it guides me. it protects me from phoniness, from assholes, from people who would use me. rage. it isn't necessarily a bad thing, only to those who fear it.

the grey ghost

200!

i'm working on cover options for my first book of poetry, going to be called "Stone the Crow" and released by Kegedonce Press this fall........

vancity lost.....

imagine what downtown vancity must have looked like a century ago?

instead of a forest of concrete and glass, it woulda been an actual forest....

holy wars

where there's smoke......

i've been having bad dreams lately........no more popcorn before falling asleep......always the worst nightmares.......

hope in hell

the king

dark loops part 1

dark loops

this is sort of a preview of the short film i'm making with randall eustache.....it still needs fine tuning, but it's happening!

cb

the goddess of death and fire awaits......

holy fires....

everyone is a fan of money, even jesus.....and that wall behind him, solid gold, was made from gold from south america.......

the lady always gets it right.....

men, we're fools, women kick our arse's and that's how it goes......crows though.......they live on and laugh at us all, and pick our bones through centuries.......

stone the crow II

like a sequel, but better.

2 things the world could have done without.........

that is a photo of st. george's residential school in lytton.....where both my mother and father went.......for many years.........i'd say, they're both still there really.....trapped in those memories....those walls......even though the school 'mysteriously' burned down twenty or so years ago......that is where it all went wrong, that, is the heart of it all. the burnt heart of pain, sorrow and rage.

columbus sailed the ocean blue.....

firestorms........

the past

the fall of the holy roman empire........

frozen hopes......

new posts...

well, i meant to do some new posts tonight.......unless i lost me jump drive along the way, which i dread, 'coz it had me manuscript, rare art, and films and such.......new stuff i haven't released upon a bored, fucked up world....

so, i'm gonna retrace my steps first thing in the a.m. and hopefully all will be well, if not......fuck it.....

it's hot, there's lots of mosquitoes and damn, i'm in trouble..........

cb.

re: inspiration......

well folksies.....

i'm re-inspired by the beautiful, warm, sunny weather here in the 'loops, and am creating art again like mad........actually doing stuff i like and just given'r........

so, expect a flurry of posts on this website and dig!!!!


cb

the riff

i haven't really played much guitar in the past month....so today i picked it up and that was the first thing i did on it, and so i liked it and recorded it....

cb

56 seconds with some real v.i.p.'s

kids, i've heard it said that they "choose" us as parents.....which makes me try even harder to get it right with them.....do the best, and try to help them along as much as possible.....

i love'em......

the wall

the wall.....i've hit it......creatively.....or at least visually.........

i've had a lot projects on the go, and am now down to just three.....

this one.....editing my book........and a series of interviews of people i'm going to do over the next three months........

as an artist, it's easy to become a work-a-holic, because creativity doesn't feel like work.....i've worked, for years in construction and shitty dead-end customer service, retail type jobs....and factories, and everything else in between......so now that i do art full time, i do art full time......'cause i know if i stop, the factories, the dead-end jobs and that whole hell are waiting....so when i hear other artists bitch and moan about the muse, i fight my temptation to give them a piece of my mind, because it won't make a lick of difference, and we each got our own experience's to sort through........

12 seconds in my world

i'm starting to learn a little bit aboot stop motion films.....here's a quick shot at it......

too thin.....

gah, i feel like i'm spreading myself too thin these days......working on a variety of projects, and not giving enough time to my visual arts......

but, i'm nearly done one project that is eating up a lot of time, and should be done the next couple days, which means i can get back into visual arts.....

until then, i'll try to post something new.......

know your history.........

yesterday was 'aboriginal day' and father's day.......

i don't really know my dad. but as an indian, i know every day is 'aboriginal day'

every man has a secret part deux: aurora bose

this is a photo of my daughter aurora bose. on my status card. she's 8 months old.

the happy couple......

god, i know people will read too much into this......so what.....

every man has a secret.......

the nuclear family

mothra attacks!!!

haven't posted any video for a while, and after talking to a friend in the art world, he said "Film is officially, the new crack for exhibitions and galleries."

i have great respect for my friend, he's fighting an uphill battle in the world where he works. so full of games and pretension.

i'm starting to like my little city a lot more, because i don't really have to play too many games, i can just sit and make art. sneak off to a major centre to do a project or something and come home without having to get into the politics and all the "he said/she said" crap.

my friend also said it's so ridiculous the power a few non-artists have over the art world, a few academics, a few writers, a few galleries.....most of them he said probably couldn't do art to save their lives, yet they're the ones shaping the reality of the art world.

i told him it's probably like that in everything, politics, music, etc....

anyways, i'm working on new stuff all the time, and sometimes, i forget to post, and i'm on the rez, pirating the internet off someone, so it's not that reliable to upload stuff........i know, weak excuses, but i'm always working on stuff........

all the bets,

chrisbose.

the adoration of the coyote

recently i was in lytton, b.c. and went looking for st. george's residential school.....where my mum AND dad went, and i couldn't find the ruins, 'cause it burnt to the ground mysteriously in the 1980's........from what i understand, it was one of the worst in canada.......the church was still standing, and though i didn't take any photos of it, it was one of the most sinister looking churches i've ever seen.......a combination german style 'keep' and cathedral.

things have changed, lytton doesn't seem as bad as it did in the late '80's.......there's an almost peaceful, propserous vibe there......buddhists have a temple there, hippies love it, and there seems to be a more positive community vibe........

anyways, this is how i imagine the stain glass to be like inside that creepy church.......

High Priests

wot a strange picture? the priests all clapping as one of theirs gets ordained a 'higher priest'
and that barbecued jesus in the background?

fairly sinister i thought, so brightened it up......with some hot man to man action.......jesus and judas making up.......

son of morningstar.....

custer, what a arrogant bastard......died like he should've
at the hands of many pissed off indians, and on fire.....into eternity.....

people ask me why i'm so pissed off.....why do think?

such a stupid question, thoughtless, ignorant, arrogant question....

i pissed on custer's grave, just as a tourist bus pulled up, my little bro johnny laughing as a bunch of guys were building
this huge scary, pointy imposing, iron fence around the cemetary and cenotaph.....

the americans, damn, they sure know how to worship their dead....

if you gotta go at the hands of several thousand pissed off indians, little big horn
is as good as any.......'cept now you probably gotta pay ten bux to see it....after you
go to the 'little big horn casino' and drive through the bombed our remains of a dead rez town to get there..........good luck.....

re: right!

awright, the apologies then.....listen, they mean a sorry fricken ass worth of shite to me.....no matter what stephen harper says in his best robotic, cold, artificial heart tells me, or the fackin' pope......none of it means crap.....because every time i see a post of something someone from my people goes through via the courts, the cops, a news posting on the internet, or the crap system, i see nothing but ignorant, racist, bigoted stupid shite saying the dumbest things dregged up from the bottom of their shallow, corrupted scum.......canada has never learned to 'deal with' it's 'indian problem' and i've come to realize, and fucking accept that no matter what taxes we pay, how much we pay for our education, how strong our people stand, we will never be fucking accepted, the propaganda runs too deep, the hatred and stupidity from the lumpen proletariat runs too fackin' thick and that's all there is to it......so now what? throw ourselves into the fire? prove them right?

fuck no, we'll have to continue to slog it out day after fucking day, smiling that shit eating grin, and do whatever it takes, to the 'ruling class' that we're worthy, and really, without us, they'd been dead and done a long fucking time ago, and deep down, these simple shites, really fucking know it.........