Lletres: Xoxo, Panda. A Single Hand.
a single hand "
a single hand writing several stories
"unlike most children.
i hated to see the day come
when i will be grown up.
i wish to be young always"
henry darger
we seem to find comfort in categories and peace in placement. the world
moves quickly around us. there are so many variables, and unanswered
questions. who? what? when? and more importantly why? we feel like we
constantly need to pick a side and stick with it...whether it be
politically, socially, or artistically. despite the fact that our outlooks and philosophies are ever changing with each passing day. I have struggled with this often
through the years. taking one facet of myself, both personally and
creatively, and holding onto it so tightly, until there was nothing but ash
in my hand. who would i be without a definite description? a tangible tag
line? the weight of one question can be enough to make a back break.
i picked up the phone and called an old friend.
"this is how i am feeling...and i don't exactly know what to do with it"
"come visit me" she said "and we will figure it out together"
i packed my bags. three pairs of pants. two shirts. and one old notebook that i
had yet to press a pen to. i kissed ella on the cheek and said.
"i will see you when it's sorted."
for two days we sat in silence on that beach and listened to the waves.
foolishly, i waited for an answer to wash up on to the shore. but by my sandy
feet there was only an old rusty bottle cap to speak of. this was of no
surprise to me.
"nothing is easy" i thought.
"yes" she said aloud, "everything is possible!"
i looked at her. as deep into her big eyes as i could stand. it was such a
simple four word statement. yet, it sat inside me with the strength of
dynamite. little explosions started going off in my head that got bigger and
bigger and bigger. with my lips slightly moving to the beat of the moment, i
kept repeating her words over and over to myself...
"yes...everything is possible, yes...everything is possible,
yes...everything is possible."
she sat back on her elbows and stretched out in the sun.
"you know" she said. "the thing with you, is that you somehow managed to take
a tiny percent of yourself, the smallest fraction, and turn it into your only
equation. in this life, there are so many sides to everything. and that
includes you. you have so many things waiting to come out...and yet you insist
on building from only one part of yourself. you wouldn't point to your pinky
and say this is my entire body. just like you wouldn't look at one branch and
declare that this is a tree. but if you add all of the little puzzle pieces together, it makes up one entire picture. but right now, how you live,
and how you create, you are just a little torn corner of a photograph. and i
know deep inside you, even more so than me, you are dying to see what's in the
rest of the frame"
she continued....
"a single hand can write several stories. you have made your point. You have
said everything you can about it. lay that old character aside for a minute
and allow yourself to make some new ones. put them in films, paintings, poems
or songs. give them different names if you like...they can be heroes or
villains, it doesn't matter. but what does matter is that all of them
together, standing side by side, will make up one thing as a whole...and that's
you. be brand new, let yourself have the innocence of a kid again. have it be
your call to arms...make a revival out of it."
i reached into my bag and pulled out my crumpled, empty notebook. she handed
me a pen that was resting in secret behind her ear that suggested she knew all along that this is where the story would begin . i scribbled out four words
of my own...
"THE NEW KID REVIVAL"
she looked at the smudged ink, gently smiled and said...
"i guess your ready to go home now."
since that unusually warm winter day, Marc Bianchi has continued to create. he
has released a children's book entitled "the telescope" with artwork by PCP,
he has made several short films under his "new kid revival productions," he has
started a remix/production team with long time friend and collaborator hanni el
khatib called "money fight" a musical collaboration with joseph nothing and
piana called "the heartbreak moment" he continues to score music for cm's and
films. While also continuing to record music under the banner "her space
holiday." His latest endeavor "xoxo, panda" makes it's debut with the album
"the new kid revival." none of these outlets are any less important or
meaningful to marc. each piece is given the same care and attention as the
next. there are no side projects here. simply....
"a single hand writing several stories."
a single hand writing several stories
"unlike most children.
i hated to see the day come
when i will be grown up.
i wish to be young always"
henry darger
we seem to find comfort in categories and peace in placement. the world
moves quickly around us. there are so many variables, and unanswered
questions. who? what? when? and more importantly why? we feel like we
constantly need to pick a side and stick with it...whether it be
politically, socially, or artistically. despite the fact that our outlooks and philosophies are ever changing with each passing day. I have struggled with this often
through the years. taking one facet of myself, both personally and
creatively, and holding onto it so tightly, until there was nothing but ash
in my hand. who would i be without a definite description? a tangible tag
line? the weight of one question can be enough to make a back break.
i picked up the phone and called an old friend.
"this is how i am feeling...and i don't exactly know what to do with it"
"come visit me" she said "and we will figure it out together"
i packed my bags. three pairs of pants. two shirts. and one old notebook that i
had yet to press a pen to. i kissed ella on the cheek and said.
"i will see you when it's sorted."
for two days we sat in silence on that beach and listened to the waves.
foolishly, i waited for an answer to wash up on to the shore. but by my sandy
feet there was only an old rusty bottle cap to speak of. this was of no
surprise to me.
"nothing is easy" i thought.
"yes" she said aloud, "everything is possible!"
i looked at her. as deep into her big eyes as i could stand. it was such a
simple four word statement. yet, it sat inside me with the strength of
dynamite. little explosions started going off in my head that got bigger and
bigger and bigger. with my lips slightly moving to the beat of the moment, i
kept repeating her words over and over to myself...
"yes...everything is possible, yes...everything is possible,
yes...everything is possible."
she sat back on her elbows and stretched out in the sun.
"you know" she said. "the thing with you, is that you somehow managed to take
a tiny percent of yourself, the smallest fraction, and turn it into your only
equation. in this life, there are so many sides to everything. and that
includes you. you have so many things waiting to come out...and yet you insist
on building from only one part of yourself. you wouldn't point to your pinky
and say this is my entire body. just like you wouldn't look at one branch and
declare that this is a tree. but if you add all of the little puzzle pieces together, it makes up one entire picture. but right now, how you live,
and how you create, you are just a little torn corner of a photograph. and i
know deep inside you, even more so than me, you are dying to see what's in the
rest of the frame"
she continued....
"a single hand can write several stories. you have made your point. You have
said everything you can about it. lay that old character aside for a minute
and allow yourself to make some new ones. put them in films, paintings, poems
or songs. give them different names if you like...they can be heroes or
villains, it doesn't matter. but what does matter is that all of them
together, standing side by side, will make up one thing as a whole...and that's
you. be brand new, let yourself have the innocence of a kid again. have it be
your call to arms...make a revival out of it."
i reached into my bag and pulled out my crumpled, empty notebook. she handed
me a pen that was resting in secret behind her ear that suggested she knew all along that this is where the story would begin . i scribbled out four words
of my own...
"THE NEW KID REVIVAL"
she looked at the smudged ink, gently smiled and said...
"i guess your ready to go home now."
since that unusually warm winter day, Marc Bianchi has continued to create. he
has released a children's book entitled "the telescope" with artwork by PCP,
he has made several short films under his "new kid revival productions," he has
started a remix/production team with long time friend and collaborator hanni el
khatib called "money fight" a musical collaboration with joseph nothing and
piana called "the heartbreak moment" he continues to score music for cm's and
films. While also continuing to record music under the banner "her space
holiday." His latest endeavor "xoxo, panda" makes it's debut with the album
"the new kid revival." none of these outlets are any less important or
meaningful to marc. each piece is given the same care and attention as the
next. there are no side projects here. simply....
"a single hand writing several stories."
Xoxo, Panda