Bill Dambrova – Featured Artist

Thank you for visiting and I hope you’ve had a great start to the new year! I’d like to thank Bill Dambrova for his fantastic work and permission for inclusion within this blog publication. Such a brilliant inspiration! To learn more about Bill, dip into his biography below and visit his links.

I’d also like to thank a dear friend of mine, Tony Kim, for putting some final touches on my web blog and making it come to life! If you are looking for a website or web professional with both aptitude of esthetic and reference of autonomy, definitely get in touch with Tony. In addition to his talent, he’s a wonderfully nice person as well. Click to learn more: clicktheory.com

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Writing

**Novel Excerpt**

Bill Dambrova – Featured Artist

Within this portion of this monthly journal, beginning next month, I’ll be including writing excerpts from the novel I’m working on. This project will be a process in motion. I realized upon finishing the first draft in Bogota, Columbia, writing a novel is not simply just an exertion of putting words to paper. That, in fact, is how you become a better writer. But a novel, in its complete oeuvre, is an experience that needs time. I’ve had to develop relationships with these imaginary forces, as if they were actual people. And similarly, as people—they somehow appear from thin air. I’ve had to relearn how to write. Relearn how to think. And mostly, relearn how to be an artist that yearns to express something from its most primitive root… itself.

Before I begin this personal expedition, I want to thank you for joining me on this creative journey. Here, within this little world of mine, I’ll be planting these tiny little seeds that will eventually grow into a full garden. Hopefully, one day, that garden will flourish abundantly, enough so to nourish those willing to walk through it, at least for a very brief moment in time. But, until then, I am merely a character, both literally and figuratively, within this story, too. So again, thank you for being a part of my experience as well as allowing me to be a part of yours… without you, none of this would exist.

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Music  Releases

This journal was originally inspired by a music newsletter I ran, and still run today (though less periodically), under the above pseudonym/website. Loryn was the name I chose for my music artist releases and productions. Not terribly creative, considering I simply swapped out a vowel for a consonant from my birth name, but nonetheless, that’s what I chose.

I’ve decided to include this addition to this newsletter and combine everything I do under one stratosphere. Over the next handful of years, in accompaniment to my novel excerpts, I’ll be mixing recorded stems I captured while living in Hawaii (meaning individual recordings of a song, i.e. drums, bass, synths, etc.). I plan on releasing a full-length LP alongside my novel as one accomplished collaborative work. One of the characters in my novel, which is set in the future, is myself as a musician. Attempting to capture what essentially will be music from the future created by a future-self, will be quite an interesting experiment. As if writing a novel alone, inheriting and internalizing an array of different characters and landscapes, isn’t laborious enough, deciding to consult and stimulate an auditory medium, to deepen the experiential reality, will be an exploit. We’ll see how it goes… stay tuned for monthly updates!

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Bill Dambrova – Featured Artist

Jubilee

If only I could relate
to this glorious
thing happening inside me,
pacing between
walls and swinging arms
like hammers and butterflies,
I’d call out to the wolves
and nighttime lovers
to attune to the most appropriate
inside traffic,
and forget, right then,
the only moment worth saving
is the crippling one we
always forget.
And if only there were someone,
held above the
purging waters to satisfy
this flying gaffer, that
could ease the relentless
pull from within and drain
the liver of its tool,
perhaps I might further
entertain the notion
of something as
a true soul.

You, the crystal ship
of my inhabitant—a wandering
planet of immediate
delight and dismay.
Will you take this ring of mine,
this ruby,
and join me in the frozen
bond of Jupiter; wear it
as a diadem around your
burning hem—your gem.
Your giant egg!

We can watch it hatch,
together—
its slime and guts,
anemone like tropical
frogs dissecting each other,
or translucent
grasshoppers
swept through space.

This thing between us—
you know, that strange unknowing
glance we frequent exchange.
Pure energy, swimming
through molten air like
ecclesiastical starship engines
screaming for daylight.
We’ve both spoken
this hypocrisy of
such a life and agreed,
in fact, it is so.
We have decided, and
we do make phenomenal
assumptions… with long
martini legs and hearts
like desert motel vacancies.
Don’t we?—
At least act of
such decorum… with these
springing thoughts like robot
bird explosives
targeting their own asses.

For this is simply
what people do; what
they’re meant to do…
Isn’t it?—
This all couldn’t have
been, just… made up—
Could it have?

But even so, before me,
and before us, within
this complexity of
gelatinous test tubes
and science experiments,
with that tired styrafoam
of boring firework snakeskin
that keeps growing like
tarantula legs searching for
a Russian winter—
all of what is said
shall remain stout.
Shall you continue
to burden yourself
with expansion, we shall
arrive in this place together—
from the same
galaxy, lamenting the same
repetitively dulling orgasm,
then starting over,
once again.

My extended little
alien sunflower, blossoming
like a wretched moon and
beaming fire out your urethra;
burning everything surrounding
your cryptic podium and
making everyone fall to their knees
with
laughs.
And I watch you from
a distance, a very near one at that,
and think
thoughts like—”How well
will our brains coagulate
together over time?” and
“What will this mean
in seven samsara
cycles from now?”
Other thoughts come, too,
but mostly useless ones in
gray and peculiar others in blue,
all meant to symbolize
the majority discussion of
a healthy sexual appetite—
Peeping Toms watching
in their fanaticism.

We are creatures
oozing wondrous
ironies from us
constantly, spilling guts
like knotted jellyfish out
of every:

Orpheus, in a moment
of predetermined galacticism,
could not recognize his wife,
for she had become one
of the many
wild beasts stripped of
fur and sent roaming through
dark alleys
before
the eye of the underworld.
It was there, found beneath
the arm of the sun, the same
lost diadem; and
its purpose, a rediscovery
of unfortunate reverence
spinning through the
silent hum of interval.

There is rope between
worlds for one to climb
and others to find.
And as you pass from one
world to the next,
you may discover, life
seldom changes. It only
refreshes and continues
to make anew.
And what you thought,
comparing to that you think
and that you will ahead,
are wondrous fodders of
fibre and cement
that disseminate upon the
slightest ignition. Ideas so vast
and unfettered they could only
make one wonder the validity
of it all, and if such things
as God and Nature even exist,
and if so, in what parable
beyond the vapid state
of humanity and impermanence.
And as you sit, frowning
and pondering
in your suspicious head,
and gravitate for the sake of
new momentum,
and burn for the very journey ahead;
as your feet and toes blister
and bubble mad like orange
pews beating through stained
glass orphan binoculars,
you will begin to understand
that you are complete and
always have been,
within every single moment
of every single day
of each separate life
you have ever lived.

It is here, we have rediscovered
exactly who and what we are and were.
And as you climb,
and we climb together, I shall give you
this hand—not solely by the
dying light of this eternal trade, but as a
time we journeyed back at once,
foreshadowing ad infinitum,
to the moment that brought us back
in our same perfect moment
to live.

by LORIN DREXLER

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About the Artist

Bill Dambrova (via www.billdambrova.com)

Bill Dambrova (born 1971) is a native Arizonan and ASU graduate with a BA in Studio Art. His love of art, artifacts, and biology lead to a career as an exhibition designer based in Los Angeles from 2003 to 2013 where he specialized in Natural History Museums, Zoos, and Aquariums. Since moving back to Arizona in 2013 his art career became his priority and Dambrova began painting full-time. Shortly thereafter, he was accepted into the 2013 Arizona Biennial, received the Phoenix Art Museum Contemporary Forum Artist Award Grant, and displayed work in four Arizona art museums. Dambrova has exhibited in several local art spaces in the Phoenix metro area as well as national galleries such as Peters Projects in Santa Fe, Shoshana Wayne Gallery in California, Tasty Space in Las Vegas and he just recently had his first museum solo show at The Torrance Art Museum in Southern California. His work can be found in a myriad of private and public collections including: The State of New Mexico Art in Public Places Program, Mesa Contemporary Art Museum, The Heard Museum, Dupont USA, Kemin Industries, and Kroger Inc.

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What is Gen Society?

Gen Society is an art space blog for visual art and creative writing collaborations, and other randomizations. Hosted by writer and musician, Lorin Drexler, this online venue is an expressive experience for those interested in the world of the arts. It is a literary journey through the hearts and minds of contemporary artists in practice and a reflection of those that have long passed.

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