A monologue:

A Brief History of Gregory Beylerian            7:15pm January 28^th, 2002

Well it all began with my first creation, a full diaper load that was intercepted with smiles and encouragement. Support goes a long way no matter how or where. I always seemed to extract a great smile from mom and pops when the little mad scientist went to work on building some constructed offering. Leave it to dad’s creative thinking towards business and have the goods photographed for future purposes. Little did I know those pictures would get me into the college I wanted, it was not the miracle of my grades. Off to R.I.T. where I dove into all my desires, 3d, product design, photography of all kinds, philosophy and a slew of other process. Of course outside the school curriculum was the personal endeavors. At that time one of my deep infatuations was with pyrotechnics. Lots of explosions back then, small ones, big ones.  Got an A in the video class I took. Made an art film of exploding old cars and twisting metal and water geysers from shallow puddles. There was the occasional cop chase but it never got too serious. Anyway these days’ people are a bit more sensitive to the idea of things blowing up. Although I still keep some fuse and powders. Hey but 

lets get something clear, nobody gets hurt, and perhaps you might be inspired. It (school) always seemed so easy in the classes where I let myself go. I struggled through the classes where I thought. Once again encouraged to let go. Joy from letting go in creating something feels wonderful. Encouraged, love. Now to get myself to believe that about everything and everyone. My love to you, my wife, who is my inspiration, my heart walking freely into blue stars and sparkling light. A practice, an offering.

New World Love Center, 2001

watched that episode of the Brady Bunch. The gun did not penetrate her skin but it sure stung, and she went crying to mom. Strangely I do not remember the punishment. Now if I were you and just read this stuff you might think of me kind of like a terrorist or something. Strangely I do not desire harm on anyone. In fact I believe in justice and do my best to practice that, and to uphold respect for an other even if they act like a bastard. Thankfully I have not been placed directly in front of the likes of Osama. I am not sure what I might do if I were face to face.

So it is the face and the form of the female that have been deep in my mind for the last 15 years or so consciously anyway. 

I have also always been a freak about gear, gear of all kinds, camping gear, motorcycles and their parts, customizing, modifying ohh man and audio gear, music don’t get me started, that will be an other time. So the face and the female form and gear well I am referring to photographic gear, computers, graphics machine and software. Mishing them and mashing them interfusing with canvases and traditional materials. And this has been my stronghold of a dance for a while now. I am going deeper now growing and expanding, constantly letting go. It is an ebb and flow and sometimes I am rolling and some times I am still. Things come and go, and I love the gear. Using them to capture and to dance, moments of life, of light, true feelings and wisdom. Who knows, not even I, Letting go. Removing the judgment of my self, wow what a challenge, it is ongoing and it is infinite. Part of me, part of life part of you too. In this respect we are together even when we do not want to be. If nothing else that is art. Truthful as it is as it can be, reflecting, bouncing, rolling, strolling along, oh let go relax take a deep breath, enjoy the colors, the spontaneity, all of it. The beautiful curves and the heart, so shapely in love, warm and desired by the hearts of man. Sweet lights of color, to share, offer freely the love, Art is what you want it to be. Art is magic in the hands of humanity. Respect art and life will benefit. That means you and me. Without art there is nothing, there is no light, no future, darkness without the pulse, the intuition, the guidance for god’s sake. And ours. Man has always tried to understand. That is the mind, but life is more. And to fully understand, well I have no clue, I just go with the flow. When in doubt just let go, the river is there always, just let go and see where she takes you. Mother nature baby, she is a beauty. Wow what inspiration, No man can create curves like that. Although we do make love and that creates, in the best sense of the word it can be as a collaboration, a good collaboration a great collaboration when beauty, true beauty is experienced and inspiration abounds. 

Speaking of Collaboration, A young Artist by the name of Jeremy came from N.Y.C. to live with my wife Jude and I for 7 Days. It was decided beforehand that we would create a portrait of him commissioned by his folks, but yet a gift for all of us. So he arrives and we begin. Together we created, we let go and Journeyed into free space. As a man I am proud of him and as a kid I had a great time. And that is friendship and that is more. We created something wonderful, magical and mystical. [Jeremy's text]