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stephenmead · 8 months
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"Gee, What Happened?", digital collage
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stephenmead · 11 months
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Happy, er, Pride (or "I don't know what the heck is going on with large sections of lgbtqi-hating people around this crazy world!")
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stephenmead · 1 year
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Tea with Van Gogh
This film was inspired by a trip to the Immersive "Van Gogh Experience " in August of 2022 - the art montages created eventually inspiring a poem, soundscape & finally this short film. Experiencing his room and imagining Van living with his painterly visions while going about his daily tasks really brought home the depth of his humanity.  This film aims to be an homage to that spirit.       
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stephenmead · 1 year
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Drag Queen Photo Editing Program:  https://en.pixiz.com/frame/drag-queen-737353
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stephenmead · 1 year
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Banks of the Nile (Altered Lyrics)
Last year I re-worded the traditional "Banks of the Nile" to make it queer-themed and pertinent to the ongoing psychological war against LGBTQI rights. I have a wav file of the recording and was wondering if anyone would be interested in working on the musical end of the piece. The revised lyrics are below and thank you for your consideration in this matter. Banks of the Nile (altered lyrics) Oh listen! Hear how the drums do beat, my love, no longer can we stay The bugle-horns are sounding clear, and we must march away We're ordered down by military and it's many the weary mile To join yet one more Army again on the banks of an Historic Nile Oh Willie, dearest Willie, don't leave me here to mourn Don't make me curse and rue the day that ever I was born For the parting of our love would be like parting with my life So make me your home, my dearest one, and I will be yours for all time Oh my Manny, dearest Manny, sure that will never do The governments' have ordered slaughter, and we are bound to go The government's have ordered slaughter and our conscience gives command so I am bound on oath, my love, to serve in that foreign land Oh, but I'll cut out all of my fear and I'll run away with you I'll dress myself in camouflage, and we'll find our promised Eden too I'll stride beneath your banner while fortunate pride it do smile And we'll comfort one another on the banks of some happier isle But you are in a conversion camp and they have bullied you with their prayers And under the sultry sons of sultans your sweet nature would recoil Where the tanks do blast and rattle, when the bullets they do fly And the twisted trumpets sound so loud to hide the dismal cries Oh, cursed be those of such cruelty, that ever their hate began For they have robbed our countries of many a good human Yes, they've robbed us of our loved ones- why their bodies they still feed the lions - On the red and bloody deserts which are the banks of their forsaken Nile.
https://audiomack.com/search?q=banks%20of%20the%20nile
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stephenmead · 1 year
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Another "Day without Art" piece; started working on last night...
Day Without Art began on December 1, 1989 as the national day of action and mourning in response to the AIDS crisis, which had rapidly hurt the artistic community. Jane Alexander, the Chairman of the National Endowment of the Arts in 1993, describes the day as a "powerful symbol of the devastating effect of AIDS on the arts community. This day reinforces the vitality and power art brings to our daily lives by showing how the absence of art leaves a void of spirit." The day coincides with World AIDS Day,[1][2] which began the year before in 1988. To make the public aware that AIDS can touch everyone, and inspire positive action, some 800 U.S. art and AIDS groups participated in the first Day Without Art, shutting down museums, sending staff to volunteer at AIDS services, or sponsoring special exhibitions of work about AIDS.[3][4] Since then, Day With(out) Art has grown into a collaborative project in which an estimated 8,000 national and international museums, galleries, art centers, AIDS service organizations, libraries, high schools and colleges take part.[3]The memorial was initiated by a New York group called "Visual AIDS",[1] who spurred public actions and programs, published an annual poster and copyright-free broadsides, and acted as press coordinator and clearing house for projects for Day Without Art/World AIDS Day. In 1997, it was suggested Day Without Art become a Day With Art, to recognize and promote increased programming of cultural events that draw attention to the continuing pandemic. Though "the name was retained as a metaphor for the chilling possibility of a future day without art or artists", we added parentheses to the program title, Day With(out) Art, to highlight the proactive programming of art projects by artists living with HIV/AIDS, and art about AIDS, that were taking place around the world. It had become clear that active interventions within the annual program were far more effective than actions to negate or reduce the programs of cultural centers. In 2014, the Los Angeles art collective, My Barbarian, staged a video performance in remembrance of Pedro Zamora, inspired by the queer theorist, José Esteban Muñoz's theory of counterpublicity.[5]
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stephenmead · 1 year
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Club Q, A Remembrance Film
Thank you to Ashley Paugh, Daniel Ashton, Derrick Rump, Kelly Loving, Raymond Green Vance, Richard Fierro, & an Anonymous Trans Woman with her lifesaving high heel.
 Support for the Club Q Families and Survivors: https://gf.me/v/c/lmgs/support-for-the-club-q-families-and-survivors 
 Victims of Club Q Colorado Springs Mass Shooting: https://gf.me/v/c/lmgs/victims-of-club-q-colorado-springs-mass-shooting
 Also raising money for those affected by the attack: Colorado Gives: https://www.coloradogives.org/story/Clubq Colorado Healing Fund: Colorado Healing Fund – Colorado Healing Fund issues payments to victims’ advocate organizations that are working directly with victims of the mass tragedy.
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stephenmead · 1 year
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Club Q Memorial, Montage
Ashley Paugh, Daniel Aston, Derrick Rump, Kelly Loving, Raymond Green
(Richard Fierro and an Unnamed Transwoman Patron with your high heel - thank you)
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stephenmead · 2 years
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Support Stephen Mead
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stephenmead · 2 years
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Trying out another place to share my work.
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stephenmead · 2 years
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stephenmead · 2 years
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“Sorry Kids (Tower of Hypocrisy), montage (with detail images) 2022, 16″ x 20″
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stephenmead · 2 years
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"Imagine my Mother Dancing", pastel. I am sharing this in honor of Joan Didion ❤ whom I depicted in the upper right corner. The title of this piece comes from her novel "Democracy", and must have been done in my early twenties, over three decades ago. Below her is Anne Sexton, two incredibly different women writers but both whose bravery had a big influence on this young gay boy trying to find himself, (and not necessarily succeeding). The whole piece is actually an homage to the strength of the feminine spirit, Anima rising, queen of queens, and I think of my mother, sister, and so many good women friends when I look at it.
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stephenmead · 2 years
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For the people of Ukraine & the People in Russia & all over this world who do not want this war, this murder, this brutality, this big bloody boot of dictatorship Putin embodies The poet, Anna Akhmatova, reflecting on perseverance and luck in the face of governmental persecution orchestrating violence and deprivation against so many who would not survive Beyond misery and madness, beyond blitzes, tartars & prayers for death, my life dissolving autobiography infinitely interchangeable along time's constant zeitgeist, the radium of amnesia killing memory until, by surprise, posthumous breaths again stoke the vision, refute evidence of destruction: TB, blacklisting, the beloveds taken away... What is this, this something which twitches like a cat or snow slowly fanning to reveal, in clear moments, Leningrad rooftops? Hands, gazes, embrace chocolate earth, the rich silt massaged and tossed forth toward a sky bursting titanium. Dark flakes hit the whiter, a mixed squall against blue—— Knowledge, experience outlasting all which sought to drive spirits down, & succeeding in part with the encampment of skin... Here survival is not virtuous, but a fact which nearly refrains from rejoicing yet does not does not for the soul is an oath swearing to witness (water) the sting of strife (in the lungs) and still (with whatever voice is left) sing
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stephenmead · 2 years
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A Day Without Art, November 30, 2021
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stephenmead · 3 years
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An interpretation of Phil Och's lyrics inspired by the Diamanda Galas version on "Malediction & Prayer"
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