
For many years Nan Goldin and her work has fascinated me, writes Clea Myers
Her self-referencing photographs connect with me on such a visceral level, I find perusing them akin to being blasted with ice-cold water. Add her personal battles with addiction and we could be soul sisters.
Wishes aside, I am delighted that her recent work- all about sexual dependency - is currently on show across the Channel at the Parisien Photographers Institute, Les Rencontres d'Arles, July 7-13 September 2009.
Drusilla Beyfus, veteran journalist and esteemed author, interviews her for The Daily Telegraph.
What is junk for some is riches for others, explains Clea Myers
When I was a tweaker (slang for crystal meth addict), living in Los Angeles, my favourite past-time was dumpster diving. My tweaker friends and I would joke about setting up Dumpster Divers Anonymous.
Most women I know feel under pressure to be slim, look slim and/or diet to be slim while fatness, its polar opposite, is deemed ugly, bad and/or undesirable, writes Clea Myers
TWEAKING THE DREAM: A CRYSTAL METH TRUE STORY
by
Clea Myers
Tweaking the Dream is about my descent into the human hell of addiction whilst living in LA; a crumbling portrait of soul-destruction, alongside depraved humanity, and subsequent re-generation
Available now at www.amazon.co.uk
** If you buy it today, Friday 28th May 2009
for £6.99, 50% of sales will go to CHICKS, a fantastic kids’charity **
In this human-centric age of group hugs, self-help gatherings for most disorders and abberations, as well as the wide range of psychological and alternative therapies available, why not a communal scream to round off the day?
And even better, make it art: Paola Livi has organised a 'scream happening'- like those popular back in the 60s- by holding it at the Tate Modern on Monday, 25th May at 17:00.
As a keen dabbler in healthy alternatives to chemical release, a hearty scream into a pillow at home has often helped me release suffocated emotion. But the opportunity to gather with like-minded souls and scream together seems like a great opportunity for releasing some poison, or just plain angst, on a Monday afternoon, as well as celebrating what we have in common, the desire for a free Tibet.
I started to practise Nichiren Buddhism in 2001 while on a yoga retreat in Turkey, writes Clea Myers.
The galvanising factor was the generous spirit of my new yoga instructor who had invited me on the retreat in the first place. Her energy was highly attractive and unlike other experiences with yoga groups, her attitude was wholly inclusive, warm and uncompetitive.
One morning over fresh fruit and yoghurt she told me about Nichiren Buddhism. A sense of recognition overwhelmed me because the basic tenets fitted with my own perceptions and beliefs about life.
Back in the 90s, when I worked as a humble runner at David Lynch's film company in Hollywood, I unwittingly found myself at the receiving end of Lynch's wrath.
Mistakenly, I had delivered a box of cables into a room that had unofficially become the film director's reserved space for meditation, while at the office, and I had stumbled in during his daily half hour TM session, following lunch.
Since then David Lynch has forged a mission, alongside TM meditation, to introduce its practice into the education system, in both the US and overseas.