j o h n r a u x

First things first. 
I received the INSPIRATION AWARD from ARTSKC this year which helped me grow the wings to cross the Atlantic to Germany! (The Drug Store will host a reception and artist talk when I return to KC) 
I’ve officially started the residency at Takt in Berlin and currently have a studio on Müggelstraße 6 (M-6) about 3 blocks away from the Tapir Gallery in Friedrichshain where I will exhibit near the end of my stay.(in 3 months)

First couple of days.
Upon arriving to Berlin I got my bearings with my friend Lukas and had MOMOs! Nothing like Targan’s cart in Kathmandu, but the achar was actually good. Later went on a very jetlagged tour of the Boros Collection with my fellow residents at Takt. It was located in an amazing WW2 bunker and had the very berlin-esque juxtaposition of graffiti/patina/texture/decay with contemporary works made and collected in Berlin by the Boros family. It was hard to connect meaningfully with the art due to the fact that I was running on fumes. Nonetheless it was a great night and perfect time to meet the other residents.
The following day I tried to set the studio up. I went on an extended adventure to find Aldi and the local art store. Ended up finding an asian grocery store 2 blocks away. Hello vindaloo. Hello sushi. Tapir had an opening that evening where I met a very wonderful mix of people. Went out afterwards to a hole in the wall speakeasy around the block called the “antlered rabbit” for a late night of laughter and cross cultural storytelling. 
My first day of painting.
I hung up craft paper to write notes on the walls and to keep them relatively clean. Starting slow. I’m going to let the ideas lead me in the direction of my new work.  Its still nice to make a few marks on a blank canvas. Not everybody loves a staring contest.
After making a little mess I took the train to Rosenthaler Platz for a super packed opening. In trying to find the gallery I found a killer Bahn Mi place as well as the Barn(one of the coffee shops on my checklist). Afterwards Elisa took the takt crew to another italian friend’s house, where we watched videos, drank wine and were introduced to Ramon Angelow… professional fingerboarder and my future guide into underground dub-step mosh pits. seriously. haha.
Siesta at Six: the secret to being a morning person in Berlin without dying when people choose to go out after 1am.
On another note, I’ve started Jonathan Collin’s Shift Fit Light training program and am totally being destroyed by it. In a good way. I hope. Going from the random exercise of necessity and play to intentionally designed training by an elite athlete is no joke, even on the light “setting”. What can I say?
I’ve slept well.

First things first. 

I received the INSPIRATION AWARD from ARTSKC this year which helped me grow the wings to cross the Atlantic to Germany! (The Drug Store will host a reception and artist talk when I return to KC) 

I’ve officially started the residency at Takt in Berlin and currently have a studio on Müggelstraße 6 (M-6) about 3 blocks away from the Tapir Gallery in Friedrichshain where I will exhibit near the end of my stay.(in 3 months)

First couple of days.

Upon arriving to Berlin I got my bearings with my friend Lukas and had MOMOs! Nothing like Targan’s cart in Kathmandu, but the achar was actually good. Later went on a very jetlagged tour of the Boros Collection with my fellow residents at Takt. It was located in an amazing WW2 bunker and had the very berlin-esque juxtaposition of graffiti/patina/texture/decay with contemporary works made and collected in Berlin by the Boros family. It was hard to connect meaningfully with the art due to the fact that I was running on fumes. Nonetheless it was a great night and perfect time to meet the other residents.

The following day I tried to set the studio up. I went on an extended adventure to find Aldi and the local art store. Ended up finding an asian grocery store 2 blocks away. Hello vindaloo. Hello sushi. Tapir had an opening that evening where I met a very wonderful mix of people. Went out afterwards to a hole in the wall speakeasy around the block called the “antlered rabbit” for a late night of laughter and cross cultural storytelling. 

My first day of painting.

I hung up craft paper to write notes on the walls and to keep them relatively clean. Starting slow. I’m going to let the ideas lead me in the direction of my new work.  Its still nice to make a few marks on a blank canvas. Not everybody loves a staring contest.

After making a little mess I took the train to Rosenthaler Platz for a super packed opening. In trying to find the gallery I found a killer Bahn Mi place as well as the Barn(one of the coffee shops on my checklist). Afterwards Elisa took the takt crew to another italian friend’s house, where we watched videos, drank wine and were introduced to Ramon Angelow… professional fingerboarder and my future guide into underground dub-step mosh pits. seriously. haha.

Siesta at Six: the secret to being a morning person in Berlin without dying when people choose to go out after 1am.

On another note, I’ve started Jonathan Collin’s Shift Fit Light training program and am totally being destroyed by it. In a good way. I hope. Going from the random exercise of necessity and play to intentionally designed training by an elite athlete is no joke, even on the light “setting”. What can I say?

I’ve slept well.

It’s go time.

What happens when you are challenged by an Olympian to find health and physical joy? …encouraged by a old friend to not give up on love? … compelled by a near stranger to grow your weaknesses into new strengths? … provoked by failed expectations to return to light heartedness? … released from occupation, the security of home and the proximity of familiar faces to learn, explore and commune beyond your current horizon?

What happens?

Well, I’m not entirely sure… but these are the happenings that I find myself provoked by after my time in California. In the next few months I will be in residence in Berlin and will use this blog to share some of the life transitions taking place on the inside and outside of my journey.

My resolution this year is to seek health holistically.

mind (study language,reading,writing,learning)

body (whole food diet, shiftfit routine)

spirit (create art, play, sing, explore)

heart (cooking, dating, dancing)

community (hosting, sharing, games, giving)

environment. (balance, less waste, simplicity).

 I’d say that it can’t hurt, but I know from experience that the really good things in life are refined through difficulty… health included.

Here’s to health and a restored imagination to create life over and over again.

 *photos// artshow @ BNIM // Point Loma Cilffs // Dan before he was stung by a stingray when we were boogie boarding // Beth and Katie supermom beach visit // Stinky tofu @ uncle Yu’s “Indian” themed restaurant // Etch-a-sketch of trouble coffee in Outer Sunset, SF // Pacific horizon in Santa Cruz // Golden gate crossing // Jason reminds me to start making vampire films again!

My WORLDS exhibit in Kansas City (14th and Baltimore) will remain installed until November 2nd. After that it will teleport and reopen in San Diego on November 8th (949 W. Hawthorne) for the Kettner night openings!

tall tales / social security

2013, 27”x20” inkjet print


routes / roots

2013, 30”x42” watercolor and acrylic on paper


My earliest memory is looking up at stars with west African coastal streetlamps flying by, while being packed into the backseat with the rest of my parent’s worldly possessions. 


On my last journey to Africa, I climbed to the top of a mound (Sakat, 1000 ft) in a line of mounds that demarcated the Kenya/ Uganda border. I remember the villages in the bush resembling the dot paintings on the mud huts. It was like a stick and poke tattoo that both shows the tribe and history while mapping a time, place and people. We are both shaping and shaped by the marks we make and the paths we choose.

paths to unfold what is already known / unyielding gift

2013, 30”x42” acrylic on paper


second helping / home away from home

2013, 27”x20” inkjet print


I remember the wonderful chaos of juggling soup and social intersections when opening my doors to the community for Sunday night dinners. I really remember the peace of the empty house after it was over and my shoes were finally off.


I often think about the joy and terror of being an oversize passenger on my way to a wedding in the high Himalayas. The most beautiful views were not documented due to hanging on to a tire for dear life while loaded with the luggage on top of the truck for a 6 hour cliffhanging trek up to a village near the Bhutanese border. Home is the friction and warmth of sharing life.

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