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ARTBattle Jan 27, 2012

Posted in EVENTS, Press, random thoughts, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on February 3, 2012 by threeerincadigan

On January 27 I competed in the Artbattle for Poland. The other three artists competing were Pesu¬†, D. Mastrion , and Kevin Ragnott . It was a hot battle with a fantastic audience. Pesu and D. Mastrion’s fans really brought it, filling out the venue and chanting their names before the brushes even hit the canvases! Kevin and I had our camp followers as well. Thank you to everyone that made the journey to le poisson rouge that night as well as the over 2000 people who voted me into the battle! I really love this painting live gig and will be doing a weekly event at DIVA in SoHo on Tuesday nights.

So back to the battle! We all painted frantically having a bit less time then the normal 1.5 hours split between two sessions. Personally I felt all 4 of the paintings were super strong but veteran artbattler and live painter Danielle Mastrion took the night with her dynamic portrait of Robert DiNero in Taxi Driver. “Bang! Bang!”

Congratulations Danielle! Hold it down in Poland! (I’m also secretly thrilled the other lady won ūüėČ )

artbattle poland 1/27/2012 erin cadigan art
In the heat of the battle
copyright 1/27/2012 three erin cadigan
Words of the Prophets ©2012 THREE Erin Cadigan

Words of the Prophets
Erin Cadigan 2012
Fools,” said I, “you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said “The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence
– Paul Simon 1964

To learn more about the battle and see some live footage watch this video provided by The Audrey Johnson Show.

(a shout out to Audrey Thanks for bringing your dancing energy to the stage! I was definitely feeling it!)


You Carry Your Weight Well

Posted in random thoughts with tags , , , , , on July 15, 2011 by threeerincadigan

A few days ago following a link my friend Meghan posted on facebook, I took part in an online art project. It was simple to take part. The process was as easy as adding an image and text to the live journal being created by participants all over the world. Below I let the artists explain what the project is about in their own words. For me it was a way to connect to other people through art and expression in a way unfamiliar to myself. My art tends to be so old school in a way, pen and ink, illustrative, figurative, tangible. My brain just doesn’t do media based, conceptual, intangible. I really appreciated the opportunity to to be able to take part in something so foreign to my way of creating art. I’d like to thank the artists behind this project but they haven’t even added their names to the site… mysterious! An anonymous world wide media based socio-scientific art piece! Fantastic

And now what the project is about in the artists own words lifted from “You carry your weight well.” ¬†

“You carry your weight well.” A phrase that many of us, especially women, hear as a supposed compliment about the manner in which flesh and skin are distributed over bone structure.

“You carry your weight well.”¬† This project responds to that statement with questions. ¬†What weight? ¬†Which weight? ¬†What of my substance is invisible to you, and how or why does that make me more attractive, acceptable, comfortable, or aesthetically congruent with societal and cultural expectations?

We ask — “What is the weight that you carry?” ¬†What do you carry with you, always, that your body hides and your face conceals?

We created this space to give anyone who desires to do so an opportunity to share a weight carried within.  In so doing, we aim to complicate the popular conception of weight as negative.  Even our most difficult experiences, coded into our bodies, can be a source of strength, wisdom, growth, and vitality.  We may carry the weight of specific incident or trauma, of oppression, of patriarchy, of expectation, of guilt.  Or, perhaps we carry the weight of responsibility, of joy, of belonging, of hope, of love.  Perhaps we are lost in our own weighty words and thoughts. Maybe we each carry all of these weights, balancing them on one hip or the other, switching arms when the first can no longer bear the weight, adjusting and monitoring so that we can move through the world with power and grace.

Our weight, substance, mass, the stuff of our being.  We carry it well.

To see my contribution to the project go here ERIN

To contribute yourself go HERE

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Posted in Community posts, etsy treasuries, random thoughts with tags , , , , on July 8, 2011 by threeerincadigan

This week I was added to an Etsy treasury called Stay Gold Ponyboy…..Stay Gold . The title is from the 80’s movie The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton. It’s an amazing story of friendship among a tight knit group of¬† kids from the wrong side of the tracks. The bond between these boys crosses into family connections. They look different then the other kids in town, they act different then the other kids in town and they have different interests. Though to others these kids seem lost and possibly dangerous, they are beautiful people. There’s poets and substitute parent figures, there’s clowns and scholars, rebels with soft hearts and fierce protectors but what really stands out is the love for each other. This love is timeless and all consuming, no judgements, no boundaries, no holds bar.

Being added to this treasury this week was so fitting. The Outsiders is one of my all time favorite movies. I watched it over and over again as a teenager. I too spent most of my life as an outsider, looking different, acting different and pursuing different interests. I can recite the movie practically word for word. Johnny on his death bed tells Ponyboy to “stay gold”. He’s referencing a poem Pony quoted him while they are hiding from the law. The poem is by Robert Frost and like the movie is about the beauty and frailty of the human condition. How love and souls touch us, burn so brightly in our orbits but fade away. We are human, we pass on and in doing so take that shine, that gold with us.

As an outsider I too found a home with a like minded band of misfits. I grew up a punk rocker. At 14 I found myself, shaved head and all at a Grateful Dead show and my soul spoke that I was home. Over the past 24 years I have toured with both the Dead and Phish and found the same kind of friendship and family seen in S.E. Hinton’s amazing story. It’s hard to describe these bonds and even harder for people to really understand. My love for my tour friends and family transcends time, space and distance. I know it does for so many of us.

Phish played an epic 3 day festival this past weekend. It was terrific as always to be surrounded by the music and the people. Upon returning home, I received the news of a friends death. Tim did tour with me back in the 90s and somehow after that ended up in the army in Iraq. We have been back in touch over the past couple years by phone and computer though I never did get to see him again. I never did get to ask what such a gentle soul was doing in a war and how that may have affected him. Perhaps it was as simple as a call to try to help, unsurprising, for Tim had so much love to give.

Yesterday marked the anniversary of the death of another shining soul from our family, Kenny B. A beautiful man, smile ready, unstoppable personality. Bigger then life. His gold has yet to fade in any of our memories.

Yesterday too, another family member passed under the shadow. Andrew was involved in a serious motorcycle accident. He is in the hospital but we all believe he is going to be okay. Watching the outpouring of love and concern when my friends realized he was missing; it was like watching an army mobilize, no man left behind. We finally found him at Kings county around 7pm  last night, and let the doctors know who he was so they were able to contact his other family. Our thoughts and love are with you brother.

Unfortunately my list of family and friends lost could go on. I miss all your shine: Katy Mayhem, Guido, Sideshow Bob, Starman, little D, Sonny, Frankie and so many more……. Physical life is brief and fleeting, your souls will shine forever. Your family still loves you and will see you on the other shore.

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

–Robert Frost 1923

—-In memorandum

Timothy  Lawrence Holten March 23, 1977- July 2, 2011

Kenny Bezzant July 13, 1976 – July 7, 2008

Beautiful Words from Tim

Video by Steve D Baker

Stay Gold Kenny Stay Gold

 Photo thanks to Christina Morales

Random thoughts—Happy Death Day George!

Posted in random thoughts with tags , on June 22, 2011 by threeerincadigan

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Posted in random thoughts with tags , , on June 5, 2011 by threeerincadigan

I think that it’s important to have intention with what we choose to represent ourselves in life. It gears us towards creating the life we are meant to be living. My art is my way of having intention and sharing things I believe in with the world. Tshirts are a great way of connecting with other like minded people. I hope my line gives my customers a way to form their own intention by wearing something they believe in close to their body but also being able to engage and attract other people by the simple act of wearing an interesting graphic. This little rambling thought bubble was brought on by a quote I recently read.

Everyone holds a mix of opinions, beliefs, and expectations on a myriad of subjects. When you give your attention to something, that Vibration becomes activated and comes to the forefront. And the more often you focus upon it, and cause it to come to the forefront, the more dominant it becomes.
-E. Hicks