Currently residing in Tucson, AZ. -revolta.etsy.com (for wearable and readable items) +revoltAArt.com (Recent Updates!) =revolta.tumblr.com
Much of my work is crafted with reclaimed materials, such as found objects from alleyways and share boxes. Original works are created with good intentions of preventing further waste into the landfill and promoting my beloved bicycle passion. Lately, these consist of upcycled jewelry + salvaged bicycle parts + wooden drawings.
My lifestyle and passions blossom thru the cycles of wooden epitaphs, fabric and paper passages. Enjoy!
xo tarup@riseup.net
Current Residence: tucson Print preference: silkscreen Favourite genre of music: danceable Favourite style of art: d.i.y., collage Skin of choice: flesh Favourite cartoon character: dwight shrute Personal Quote: one two ready GO!
Favourite Visual Artist
nature and mistakes
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
fever ray, elektroniq, tom waits, ultravox, m.i.a, undiscovered street musicians and soundtracks
sometimes you can feel the rattle of your heart through the earth.. everything moves and is so very still all at once.. like your head swirling from the vampiress of death and forgotten. A movement surges through you as your heart collapses; breathing seems foreign, and your solitude: absent.
Your friend is dead and your head is light. Your eyes are dry and the sun is too bright. . It's a Monday night, but it was a Friday night. A curse flows through you at the moment of perplexion. fuck spelling, anger is a natural emotion and angst from not knowing what the fuck happened. It's hard to think straight when the operator is no longer dialing..
to another pollen paradise.
pollution will pass and
parasols spins tongue and
cheek by you side. Phantom
memories will suspend you
long winded through a circle
of mangled hearts.
the fly is upside-down again,
and it's time i clean up...
but i'd rather write you a
letter instead.
Everyone's gotta get busted sometimes. And everyone's got to learn how to handle themselves sometimes. I've had to relearn that not every statement is valid, nor are my reactions any less complicated.
My right ring finger is injured daily through the spokes and hardships of my bicycle. We share a threat; we share moments of poetic debris. What I want is difficult to say the least.
These hands are typing in queue with the frustrated beats; my own symphony: a collaboration of dumpster-diven commodities. I'm not an entity. I'm a mere calamity of divisions. Polarities are few and far between me.
People stumble upon messages and attempt to addr
Thanks! I've been staying on top of that shenanigans a lot lately. It's currently full of a little more bike and a little less art, but I'm getting back into art finally. Art block kicked my as*. Hope all is well!
Maybe people don't mention it so much, but... I like your "outcycle" blog and I read it. (I subbed to the RSS feed.) Hoping you might post pics of that Peugeot.
I didn't - my credit card got stolen and I forgot about it by the time I got a new one - do you have any of those candle holders left? I totally want a pair. Easily some of the coolest bike-furniture/stuff I've ever seen.