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Page 1 of 3 I really don’t like taking this long between articles but that’s just the nature of the beautiful beast that is Glubdub. It’s a full time gig, impersonating a hobby, aspiring to be a dream job. So I write when I can, and I think about writing the rest of the time.
Aunia Kahn sent me some images of her work and I liked them. I put them aside for a while, and then visited them one day at work. Pulling up her paintings from her email, was my smoke break. They filled one of my 5 minute breaks I take every hour, to get away from work, without getting up and leaving. Each visit to her paintings left me more familiar with them. I began to recognize them, not the way they looked but the way they made me feel. They looked like I felt, so much so, that if I were just mad enough, I’d argue that I’d painted them myself. Over time all of my 5 minute breaks were consumed by Aunia’s work, until the company of her paintings was all I needed to get me through the countless other chunks of time.
But you know me. Loving someone’s work isn’t enough of a story for me, so I pried Aunia for her dirt, of which, she assured me, there was none. “Story! I don't have one. I am boring. LOL”, she said to me after I pried one last time. I’ll let you be the judge of that.
I asked Aunia about what music she wanted playing along with the slide show of her work. She suggested her own (www.afterchain.com). Holy shit, I had no idea she was so multi-skilled. Her music was dripped with the same sexual ferocity, equal parts dark and light, equal parts pain and uncontrollable delight. It lifted you into the air, soaring like a bird into the black storm clouds, and then thru, where the sun shined unobstructed, and just bathed in a clear blue sky.
GlubDub :
Is art the first form of creative you had or was there some other form that you embraced when you were younger, when you were a child?
Aunia Kahn:
I embraced everything that was creative as a way to escape the life around me. I spent a lot of time in the woods by my house making tree forts. While I played in these tree forts, I tried to make mud soup and have people eat it, because “dirt don’t hurt”. I also made broomsticks from branches, and then tied clusters of leaves to the end, so I could sweep the woods. I got my butt kicked by my mother for painting with nail polish, on her new white bed spread, and doing other weird things that I thought were master pieces, that most adults found a big mess.
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