Thursday, September 5, 2013

meet Lenae Day

and Lenae Day.
and Lenae Day...

Lenae and her amazing work is coming up to RPS Gallery this October for IMAGINARY MOVIES, a group show of Blockbuster proportions. Her work not only recreates techniques and styles of vintage photography but each image is accompanied with short stories. Her Zines are illustrated short story collections and in full color. They are some of the most ambitious and beautiful zine magazines that anyone has ever created. You need to see them for yourselves, but even better come meet her in person this October 4th and 5th. Check out more about her and an example of her work.

Lenae Day is a writer and artist based in Los Angeles, California. She recreates vintage images using herself as the model, making most of the costumes and props and pairs the images with autobiographical short stories. She has two publications: “Modern Candor” and “DAY Magazine," with a brand new issue of DAY Magazine to be released in 2014. She was recently named "One of Eight L.A. Artists You Should Know" by Fabrik Magazine:

You can check out her website: or follow her on Twitter: @LenaeDay.
(excerpt from DAY vol2)

come on everybody – put down de drink – clap hands – and get in de line – we going to have A LIMBO PARTY

When my father meets someone from another country, his speech slows down and he adopts an imaginary version of their accent. “How you liekeeng Amereekuh, mistuh Fong?” There was a time when this kind of thing was acceptable, even the norm (note Mickey Rooney's famous cringeworthy portrayal of Mr. Yunioshi in Breakfast at Tiffany's). Though it is one of his most mortifying behaviors, my father means well. It is his way of relating to people who are different from him. His philosophy, I think, is that foreigners can better understand him if he speaks very slowly and annunciates. Maybe he's right. I know I would appreciate a native speaker to ask me very slowly to pass the peas; “Eh-xcu-sez-moi, mais - s'il vous plait - trans-mettre les pois?”

Limbo was always my least favorite game. I was always the tallest kid in class. “There's no way I can make it under that pole! Is there any point in going on?” I hid in the back of the gym - intentionally missing my turn. Uncomfortable in my own body. Precisely why such petty failures cripple me, I do not know.

I was married.
Yeah. For four years.
Are you kidding?
No. We actually made it five years. . . through some pretty rough times. The last one is merely a technicality.
What? I can't tell if you're joking.

Something changes when I tell someone I was married, if only for a moment. A friend of mine said people react the same way when they find out he has a son. They take a step back. “Oh, here's someone that makes bad decisions,” we imagine them thinking. Though I don't know that people actually care all that much.

For the first time I am alone. As in single. As in I hang out with myself every night and have to learn to be the man in my life because I don't want to rely on anyone else to do my dirty work anymore.

But I haven't always been like this. I moved out of my father's house when I was eighteen and in with my new husband.
Was I actually married?
I think I wanted another man to tell me what to do. To make decisions for me that I couldn't for myself. Huh uh. Too scary. I married a man who had his own ideas of who I should be.

Halloween was the most exciting time of the year. A chance to dress up in disguise, venture out into the cold night, get spooked and bring home lots of candy to organize and squirrel away. The only thing that compares as an adult is falling in love. Or maybe Christmas.
Love is scary. I try on men like I try on costumes. Who can I be with this one? I try to anticipate their every desire of me.

Those who fall on their extremities or knock off the pole are disqualified. The horizontal pole keeps moving down until the final winner slithers under it. The winner gets a drink, compliments, and a chiropractor.

My husband and I lived in the extremes. He shared my father's temper and impatience. We shared each other's stubbornness. From anger to impatience to love and back again. Anger won.
I finally moved out – into a dilapidated former drug house on the bay all my own. I had to bleach it from ceiling to floor – but I was free.
The problem with living on adrenaline for your entire life is that when you are finally free of the intense highs and lows you don't know how to move forward. Life itself is too quiet. So you start scurrying sideways, like a crab. Hiding under rocks, until you are discovered by children, thrown into a bucket and deposited some five hundred feet down the beach to find your way home. Or make a new home.

There was a year and a half between my moving out and the divorce becoming final. Here are a few of the highlights from that time:

I walked in on him in bed with another woman. Writing this is like trying to extract an ingrown hair. Painful. Digging. Being married to him was all I knew in my adult life. Being in love with him was what I knew for most of my childhood. I wanted him back. More out of possession than anything else. I stalked him at four in the morning dressed in drag. We dated for three weeks after that.
A few months later, I dated a man who resembled the more endearing side of my father. The Dad that keeps a mini-Tabasco inside his pocket protector. Or puts leftover Chinese food on a frozen pizza. Or hints that he lived through the Great Depression when talking to older folks. “You know what I could sure go for right about now? A fireside chat.” Dating him was actually pretty great. But here was another man that I put in the role of telling me what to do, how to think, and who to be. And then I resented him for it.
After we broke up, I knew I needed to figure out life on my own. But how can a girl be single when she just keeps falling in love?

Authorities say all you need for a LIMBO party is three poles (two upright, one across) and a group of people with strong backs “bent” on having fun!

Next I dated a father. I bent over backwards to fit what I thought he thought I should be. We mythologized ourselves and each other. Davy Crockett meet Zsa Zsa Gabor. Which made it all the more exhilarating and devastating when it turned out not to be true.
Still up to my old tricks, I guess. Fictionalizing men. Fictionalizing me. Falling in love is just an excuse to avoid living for myself.

I made a garden and began a novel and started a variety dance group with my friends. I adopted my first real roommate and my third cat. I switched jobs. I got into the Grateful Dead. I bought a lot of wigs and became many different people and discovered lots of other people I didn't know existed.

The things I want from men are actually the things that I want from myself. Camping. Canoeing. Adventures. Handyman skills. I can figure it out for myself.

Day is my married name. My stage name. Because I married so young, hardly anyone knows me from the before-time. When I was Lenae Morley. With close friends, I am simply known as Day. Sometimes I find myself wondering exactly who it is they're talking to.

A month ago I opened the final papers – the ones signed by a judge saying I am divorced – while sitting on the toilet. After a year and a half of dramatic fights and excuses, it is over. But nothing has really changed.
I don't know why I'm surprised. Beginnings and endings are tools for making sense of time. Fictional devices. I'm just me and time marches on.

IMAGINARY MOVIES (coming October to a gallery and theater near you)

For October 2013, RPS Gallery will present a group show of blockbuster proportions, IMAGINARY MOVIES, from curator Teppei Ando (Murder Dollhouse). IMAGINARY MOVIES will not only bring the magic of the movies to our gallery walls but working with The New Parkway Theaters we will actually see some of these ideas come to glorious life on the big screen.

Ok, let’s break it down.

Opening on First Friday Art Murmur (October 4th) is the gallery show at RPS with our own IMAGINARY MOVIES only opening ceremony on  Saturday (October 5th)
The Superstar line for the gallery show is…
Teppei Ando
Mary Cook
Lenae Day
Cheyne Ellett
Joe Flow
Matt Hewitt
Erika Lipkes
Jonah & Aaron Olson with Tracy Whitford
Deth P Sun
with Cool Kid Video
and featuring Alika Cooper

This talented and accomplished group of artists each have their own fictious movie ideas in their mind and they will bring these ideas to our walls in any creative way they can (posters, still shots, press releases, video installations, comics, etc.)

The Friday Art Murmur opening will be electric and fun as usual and most of the participating artists will be about celebrating.

The Saturday opening  (October 5th) is just for IMAGINARYMOVIES so this is where it gets cray-cray, and where The New Parkway comes in.

3-5pm. Murder Dollhouse and RPS present IMAGINARY MOVIES: the Movie Premiere at The New Parkway.
This is where some of these ideas come to life on the big screen.

Teppei Ando (Murder Dollhouse) will be premiering his new animated film, Deadly Garden, a true crime dark comedy/thriller set in 1980s Sacramento. You can see a trailer for the film, below

Matt Hewitt (Turkey Buzzard ) will be premiering his new film, Daddy’s Boys. Fans of Hewitt have come to expect intense violence and black humor in his films and this new film will likely give us these in spades. The plot is still kept under-wraps but Hewitt says “we’re going to make the shit out of this movie”.

As well as these 2 film premieres (both films are between 25-30 minutes in length) we will screen classic shorts from both of these studios as well as special Mock-Trailers created by artists from the Gallery show and other fun touches.

Then after the screening, we will mosey on down the block to RPS Gallery where we will celebrate the amazing art show (described above) with drinks and snacks as well as a special musical performance by the brilliant SK Kakraba Lobi

That’s already a huge dose of fun but if you want to make it a triple feature you can come join us for an all night after party at the Stork Club that night. We have 4 amazing bands lined up (Postcoitus, Barfth, the Steganothings and Excelsior Sessions), show starts at 9.

That’s pretty much the gist of it. Any questions? Feel free to email curator, Teppei Ando (

See you in October!

Thursday, June 13, 2013

MYSTIQUE- a show with feminine perspectives

curated by Kristi Holohan

"Female perspective spans through a hybrid of distict intentional feminine methods in the creation of art as an experiential exhibition. Rock Paper Scissors Collective presents diverse cohesive works with a wide range of subject matter from an undeniably female point of view. Unconfined by gallery walls, the rich textural, subtle and overt cultural transformative installations showcase a vast perspective of feminine values and evoke an eerie yet familear viewing to portray the modern female existence based on ancestry, urbanism, activism, traditional and unconventional lifestyles, sexualizations, disenfranchisement and empowerment.

We are pleased to support a dynamic multidimensional exhibit, produced through the eyes of some of Bay Area's finest women artists."



Erin Yoshi

Joanne Ludwig

Sasha Laurel

Cricket Alexander


For sales inquiries please contact Rock Paper Scissors  at, or stop by the gallery. 2278 Telegraph Ave.