Sunday, August 18, 2019


The Anomalous Duo present their work 
@ the Center Camp Cafe 
Burning Man 2019 - 25 Aug to 2 Sept - Metamorphoses

 the short story: 
"False Epiphanies and True Treasure" 
by Tammy Remington 

the visual art:
by AleXander Hirka

"False Epiphanies and True Treasure"
    That sweep of color and image is only your imagination. Or rather it’s all your imagination and you need to pay closer attention to it. We all do – even those of us who are paying attention. We need to pay closer attention.we move blindly through our daily habits, those things we have done across countless yesterdays so many times that we don’t even think about them anymore, stuff is coming in. There’s a constant stream of input.
     As it pours in past the usual barriers, our expert filing system crams it away into a hundred million file cabinets. There, behind our eyes and between our ears, is our treasure and it’s tragically easy to let it sit there dormant through our entire lives. It starts with the first time a firm grownup hand guides us back to coloring inside of the lines. It gains traction when the first firm grownup voice assures us that we’ll never be able to support ourselves this way.
    Grow up.
    Learn a trade or build a skill set.
    Become marketable.
    Build your brand.
    Be realistic.
     The culture is riddled with these landmines — designated roles that are designed to go off with the appearance of being epiphanies.
     And we run with it; pointing ourselves in the accepted directions. Meanwhile the stuff is flowing in. It never stops. 
     There are seasons and situations where we can suddenly, blessedly, become aware of the river we swim in and here we are in the mother lode of seasons and situations. Pay attention.
     You might think this is all dust and heat and cold and assorted assholery going on all around us (Ok, it is that) but it’s also treasure. Pay attention.
     We are of a lineage and it is glorious. From those first hallucinatory bulls and beasts scrawled onto cave walls and through cascades of inspirations, false starts, restarts, hunches, setbacks, breakthroughs, failures, joyrides, sure things, infections, structures, forest fires, blank walls, broken paintbrushes, sneaking suspicions, trapdoors, bell towers, and jumping off cliffs we are following in the footsteps of generations who paid attention.
     You were lied to when you were told you’re not creative.
     Galleries and museums are zoos filled with sanctioned “Art”. No. The real juice is flowing in the streets and across the dusty playa. It’s all around us. We are the sum total of all that unexplainable stuff that has been flowing serenely past judgements and barriers since we reared up on our hind legs and started using our hands for more than pushing food into our faces.
     Looking into that mad, marvelous and timeless sweep of color and image that spans centuries we can know without any doubt that we are the Art. We always have been. The whole of society can deny it and do all in its power to lock us down, shut us up, get us in line and we remain the Art. 
     There’s a lot of talk and blather about how this or that has transformed our lives. Here’s the truth of it: 
     Our lives are transformed with every breath. 
     We can recognize that and open ourselves to the roaring majesty of our innate creativity, taking it with us everywhere or we can just have a lovely splash of it here and now and then slide back into our comfortable, “normal” skins after that first incredible shower in Reno. 
     Either choice is valid. This isn’t a test. There are no wrong answers.
    Even more importantly: this isn’t a site-specific phenomenon. It’s in Reno; hell, it’s in the two Walmarts in Reno. It’s in your kitchen. It’s in your cubicle in that shit job that keeps the rent paid. It’s always with you because it’s always in you.
    You don’t have to pay for it. You don’t need to track down a dealer. You don’t need to score a ticket to Burning Man (but it’s awesome that you did this year anyway). It’s equal parts Awe, Fire, Drive, and Dance. And it’s free.
    You are the Art. You create. You don’t need permission or training or special talents. You choose what to create. You own it. You send it into the world to join all the other stuff flowing past all the other barriers.
And for now here’s all the inspiration of the universe at your fingertips and smoothing along your synapses. Fire away!

by AleXander Hirka

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the artists . . .

Thursday, August 8, 2019


On display @ the Center Camp Cafe 
Burning Man 2019 - 25 August to 2 Sept - 
Theme: Metamorphoses

final art will be posted here 19 August

a digital collage including art fragments by:

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Wednesday, July 10, 2019

Cold Dead Hands

I screen.  You screen. We all screen.

I scream, a poem.

click > HERE < to read 

Sunday, July 7, 2019

Spain Portugal 2019

From 24 May to 9 June, 2019, 

Tammy Remington — my partner in life/art — and I, 

under the auspices of the Anomalous Duo traveled around Spain and Portugal.

Click > HERE < to watch the 54 minute video.

Or peruse the 1100+ photos > HERE! <


Ginja - a Portugese sour cherry liquor - served in a chocolate cup you can eat!

Wednesday, July 3, 2019

Nine Years Ago in Brooklyn

My thoughts — nine years ago  

(during my first week in Brooklyn)

— on the Pushes & Pulls 

of moving back to New York City . . .  

 click HERE  to read <

"Joy In Brooklyn" (digital photo montage) - AleXander Hirka

and some additional photos 

from that time

here. . . 

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Monday, June 24, 2019

Look Cool This Summer

You too can look this cool this summer!

Click >>> HERE <<< to find out how!

"Blind Leading the Blind (Question Rituals)" after Pieter Bruegel the Elder (1525-1569) - AleXander Hirka

Any profits made from the sale of these products will go towards supplementing the artist's Social Insecurity check.

Friday, May 24, 2019

The Door


Remember Someone Today

Nobody parting at the door ever says to their loved ones —  in case I never see you again . . . 
If such a thought did bubble to the surface it would quickly be smothered with a hug.

Click > HERE to read


Wednesday, May 22, 2019

Photographs March April May 2019


   all images © AleXander Hirka 2019. All Rights Reserved.

Sunday, May 19, 2019

To Move Or Not To Move

To Move Or Not To Move

A Very Short Play, With Words

Click > HERE < to read


Sunday, May 12, 2019

Approaching 70 (Songs)

An Autobiography in Vinyl, Magnetic Tape, Digital Disc, and mp3 

The author as Mister Tambourine Man — playing a song for you.

Music is vital. 
I count it as one of the grand blessings on my brief visit to this planet. 
My autodidactic approach has wound me through a labyrinth of styles and genres and journeys all around the world.
The collection of 600+ 45rpm records—and the hard drive with almost 900 gigabytes (135k tracks) of mp3s—are just two of physical manifestations of my passion for the art.

Click > HERE  < to read the rest.

45 rpm records