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New Blog: The L.A. Film Buffet

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We have created a blog for Film-lovers !

For now, we are just offering information about cheap  screenings & other unique, film-related events in the greater Los angeles Area, but in the next couple weeks we will begin posting film & television criticism, articles, and little blurbs about the interesting (and frequently bizarre) events that we attend! Follow the link below  Max Fischer if this interests you 🙂  


There’s a link under me:

………………….now let’s return to our scheduled programming

Interview With a Non-Artist: Mitch Shiwal Part II

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ANGIE: I completely agree. There is also this unsettling feeling that lurks like a shadow as you get closer and closer to completing your piece. You just start to feel like, to complete the work is to take away its life. Pair that with the obvious insecurities that come with self-expression and your enthusiasm kind of evaporates.

MITCH: hmm its not that dramatic for me… it doesn’t feel like a death… it feels… melancholy because while it is finished, its potential is at its end. it has accomplished all it ever will, and depending on my laziness and or lack of talent… it probably didn’t end up fully realized in a meaningful way that lives up to the inspiration that gave birth to it.

hmm.. maybe it is like death


ANGIE: I think you articulated it better. It’s a death, but it is like a real death; it’s anticlimactic. You expect for there to be drama to distract you from the emptiness you feel, but there is none.

MITCH: like collecting butterflies on a pin. beautiful but stagnant

ANGIE: right, there’s no movement, but it feels like there should be

MITCH: maybe you should get into animation then

ANGIE: haha, punny.

Artwork by Mitch Shiwal

Part I of Interview here:

Afro Bird

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Untitled Sketch by Angie Hoover- Hillhouse

Excerpt from “Hypochondraway”

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I was chewing my pencil during a presentation at work when splotches of purple clouded my vision. I tried to concentrate hard on Rick, ” The important thing to remember about the time sheets is that for every 15 minutes, you chart .25 hours.” His fat cheeks puffed up as he tried to contain his enthusiasm,“I kn-know!  Simple, right?”. I put my hand over my heart to sooth it, but it pounded the walls of my body, threatening to break free. I felt the color drain from my face, leaving me pale and obvious among the sea of healthy pink and brown co-workers. “Janeane! Janeane” Rick huffed, but I couldn’t speak.

I slid to the ground where I could press my skin against the chilly  hardwood floors to relieve the dizzying heat from my face.

” Get her a banana, Melanie. She needs calcium or potassium ah-o-o-or  something. Janeane, you just lie right th-there. We’re getting a wheelchair”.

A large drop of sweat trickled anxiously down his nose, stopping at the round tip to dangle over my face which lay flatly beneath him. I felt his short meaty arms wrap around my back and lift me into a rusty wheelchair- the only one we had at the office. A parade of people flooded into the room to give me fruits and water bottles and heating pads. Apparently fainting is a common malady. Almost all of my co-workers had a matron aunt or a  neighbor on the brink of death that fainted frequently and swore by the healing powers of whatever they happened to be shoving in my face.

“Hypochondraway” Short Story by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Fragments of Life

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I’m stumped for this first week. I guess I’ve never really done “art” due to the fact that I mainly take photos of life as it happens. Everything I do as art has always revolved around my friends and the places we find ourselves in… the things we do.

I don’t have fragments or pieces of art. I just have occurrences.



Photos by Noel Alvarenga


Captain Kitten Poofy Cheeks

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Uncolored Kitten Doodle by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Sketch on Moldy Paper

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Untitled Sketch by Alison McPherson

Alison’s Blog: