treasure mammal and bavab bavab

treasure mammal will be playing NOISEPOLLINATION this year on sunday, june 8th.

bavab bavab will be playing the DUNG MUMMY FESTIVAL this year on friday, april 4th.

open call for artists : GEOBIOTIC april 26th

o p e n c a l l:G E O B I O T I C
group show for single full art experience

zero-point's monthly 13 moon series

experimental music showcase
interactive environments
april 26th (7pm - 2am)

GEOBIOTIC:

symbiosis between geologic and biotic,
us and the environment, us and ourselves,

micro biomes, inextricably interconnected

all media welcome:
video & sound

2d / 3d / installation
words
dance

please submit links to your work and a max. 250 word response

explaining your works connection to the theme.

also please chose three images for the book.

there will be a single collective book compiled
for the evening
comprised of these submissions


online submissions welcome

or mail to:
zero-point
1049 e. 32nd st.
los angeles, ca. 90011

email for details:

zeropointspace@gmail.com


zeropointspace.org

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dreams are our weapon hope

dreams are our weapon hope

dream as a definition is many things:

1.a succession of images, thoughts, or emotions passing through the mind during sleep.
2.the sleeping state in which this occurs.
3.an object seen in a dream.
4.an involuntary vision occurring to a person when awake.
5.a vision voluntarily indulged in while awake; daydream; reverie.
6.an aspiration; goal; aim: A trip to Europe is his dream.
7.a wild or vain fancy.
8.something of an unreal beauty, charm, or excellence.
9. to have a dream.
10. to indulge in daydreams or reveries:
He dreamed about vacation plans when he should have been working.
11. to think or conceive of something in a very remote way
(usually fol. by of): I wouldn't dream of asking them. –verb (used with object)
12. to see or imagine in sleep or in a vision.
13. to imagine as if in a dream; fancy; suppose.
14. to pass or spend (time) in dreaming (often fol. by away) : to dream away the afternoon.
15. most desirable; ideal: a dream vacation.
16. dream up, to form in the imagination; devise:
They dreamed up the most impossible plan.
joy, mirth, gladness,

the following are some of the dreams attached to the circle
during DREAMTIME zero-point's 3rd of 13 moon series

the beginning...

i chose these pieces
and tried to accurately place
the words as they were written

they are anonymous

the water was rushing in
on a ship and i was stranded in the hull.
as i began to drown
i noticed that i had grown gills,
and swam to the surface
only to descend again
to a new life
as a new creature.

all this climbing
these winding
long roads
steep staircases
does eveyrhwere
lead to nyc?
i have been
hovering over nyc
in my dreams since
98. and i've never
even been.
dream of stairwells
and rooftops and all
my neighbors there.
dream scheme to get
me out of this hot
town to another.
i want wet warm
sweet coastal love.
living in wood and
treehouses and full
plates and wine
stained glasses.
i want my face
stained with
happiness
from my
lovers face.
i want
this loneliness
to fade into
a city of my
possibility.
my owned
heart.
my
self.

i dreampt i was at
a punk show and
the band started by
playing the first set of
chords from some really
early era song,
then there were some
rad lyrics
i don't remember them...

b-movie dream

it
looked familiar.
it was
clearly mine
but i hadn't
been there before.
it held
many of my
things. suddenly
my bicycle
is missing, stolen
by a bunch of
flower face kids.
how will i get
to the garden
now? will i have
to steal someone
else's ride? all
of the panic and
terror over take
me and pulsate

there was
a midget chasing
me -- and a bunch
of my friends - he kept
trying to get us to go
on a scavenger hunt and
drink a potion - we
told him no - and i
said i was bigger
than him and he
couldn't make me -
he kept trying to
scare us and i
was laughing
at him

i dreamed my legs
were all purple from bruises,
and i couldn't remember
how i got them, but it scared
me - they didn't hurt but i
was afraid i might die from it

my dream is to create a
platform from which other dreams
can take flight. these dreams
are those which uplift others
and connect us to our
better selves

to have
only more
of what
i only
am.
only.

health & happiness
for my beauty &
myself etc.

may happiness appear in
both romance & music &
let the love over-vibe all
shades of pain.

i dream of the
connections between
us eliminating the
need for the word
"evil" to exist in
our collective
vocabulary, to
be eliminated
from the
lexicon.

i'm in my parent's dining room,
daytime, and hear a
shotgun accompanied with
a scream from my mother
and / or sister.

everyone was a zombie - souls eternal
but dead walking
an old friend
still had his soul
and he protected me

i was an
animal
i was
eaten
then
born as
a
human

dreampt of hanging upside-down from the rung of a fire escape ladder on the top floor of a brick
high rise in nyc. after testing the rungs for stability & hanging for a moment, the ladder gives way
and i fall, expecting certain death due to the height of the building. but in mid-fall, a caucasian
guy flies to my rescue, robing me in a white quilt-like gown (and textured like styrofoam balls),
which seems to slow my descent. it is understood that the guy was an angel, who then brings
me to this ritzy blue-blood party where an older, sophisticated woman comments on the
fashion forwardness of the white quilt gown. i laugh inside at the comedy
of it, and that's all i remember...

i hope that all the vulnerable
creatures will be free from
suffering. only when mankind
realizes that they are not superior
beings, will this happen...

a dream is
a dream
because -
flying on a
small chair to
another dimension,
i met the others
but eventually
i left, went
back to the earth
dimension and became
paralyzed.
until i
woke
and could not
move. until the
sun rose next in
the sky

a powerful magician
leads me through solid stone
we were walking inside solid
stone, two evil ones tried to stop us
on our journey, but we just kept going.
the sensation of walking inside solid stone
through solid rock, was different than air, we
moved slowly, like through really heavy water,
but nothing could stop us, and i could feel
that i was protected and safe.


the end...

pretty amazing.
gratitude to all participants

DREAMTIME was created.

april 4&5 DUNG MUMMY 5th anniv. festival of experimental music

this weekend we are hosting two days of an experimental music showcase
celebrating a five year anniversary of shows.

APRIL 4 - 5
STEVE MACKAY (of the Stooges) (acoustic)
BETWEEN RAVENS & CROWS
HOP-FROG'S DRUM JESTER DEVOTIONAL
+DOG+
ANDORKAPPEN
DESTROY DATE
SWORDS OF FATIMA
SMGSAP
PHAUL
LIQUORBALL & STEVE MACKAY
COTA
AIN SOPH AUR
METAL ROUGE
SAN KAZAKGASCAR
HOWARD AMB
THOUSANDS
AMPS FOR CHRIST
CATASTROPHIC MERMAIDS ON PARADE

Hop-Frog Kollectiv presents Dung Mummy 5 year Anniversary
Post-Asiatic Festival
Zero-Point
1049 East 32nd Street (at Central)
downtown Los Angeles, CALIFORNIA 90011

A F T E R D R E A M T I M E

after dreamtime

tonight DREAMTIME: GEOBIOTIC - april 26th - next full art experience

this is an open call to artists of all mediums
for our 4th of 13 moon series
GEOBIOTIC

us and the environment.
us and ourselves.
GEOBIOTIC
is a geologic and biological symbiosis

within this macro theme the concept of
SMOG AS PIGMENT

the theme for this coming month's event is DREAMTIME
we are going to open the collage for written comment on the piece,
(we have already constructed a collective collage at the previous month's event OPPOSITE OF WAR)
and with the concept HOPE IS OUR ONLY WEAPON
we will have people write their dreams on pieces of torn gold paper and they will be attached to the dream circle.

our next event is GEOBIOTIC
it is the idea of : us and the environment.
us and ourselves.
GEOBIOTIC
is a geologic and biological symbiosis.

this stage will follow the event tonight: DREAMTIME

tonight:
by forming our wishes for change
with words making a collective art piece
we will be ready to understand ourselves as actionaries in our own world,
GEOBIOTIC
where the dreams we have
are made into pedestrian walkways
and we are our own solution...
this

is to tantalize

love & ruckus.
***

ROOM AVAILABLE 11X17 APRIL 1ST AT ZERO-POINT

our recent roommate has left for a new private life,
and we are seeking artists interested in a studio here.

you can schedule to view it,
or email for details.

zeropointspace@gmail.com

love & ruckus.
***
christie.

requested manifesto

in a trance
before the electronic world
points, whirrs and clicks
tricks us into distance
yet brings new definition to what is close

we are the flowering cerebellum
hatching anew everyday
dancing in the rubble
still with cracks and dreams
of many lives
strands that pull the psyche back
to past ephemera : was / been
the not now

now this
this is the loud aloud
the noise of industry and circuitry
the ruckus of undergrowth
close to the roots
below the soil
in our own caverns and tunnels
excavated from a culture consumed
with consuming itself

now this
the sounds of central avenue jazz
resonant in the broken concrete
we complete some cycle of culture
and call you sodo
south of downtown
as some destined explosion of sound
underground
in the cool depths away from prying eyes
yet undisguised
open to the elements
but only to a certain few
you who come:

come! the new media circus!
the circle acts of light!

mark the walls!
plant seeds, caught thought, in this garden.
graffiti here on the body of zero-point,
the prophecies and profanities cultivated...

this is entwined manifest
every part and person strung together
in invisible ether
palpable - tangible through experience in the immediate

we make our now
from the burst of thought
given to another
given and shown
grown from indomitable chaos
wrangling the unseen into art
giving voice and validity
to periphery
that needs hearing
that feeds and clears the air

we.

making stories - our own origins
locating the soul on maps we craft
giving generously to the impossible
allowing expression to shape the moment
the movement

here at zero-point
all is one
lines are drawn and undrawn
lives are done and undone
but we will thrive
we are the strong
chosen by our own hands
creating!

this is a manifesto written to the world
this is a stream of a gathering entity
personhood confirmed through collective making
space as place for magic to occur
our new culture...

these are the mantras
the chants, the songs...

the world is ours too
and we are part of it