Kick Ass Art: Jason Borbay.

Sutton Place at Twilight Painting by Borbay 300x297 Jason Borbay presents: Kick Ass Art Exhibit

Monet, Picasso, Manet, Van Gogh, are examples of great artists, and once you think you know them all, along comes Jason Borbay. A native New Yorker, Jason is the newest artist in town creating buzz and earning infinite rounds of applause and recognition in worldwide publications for his amazing artwork. It was an awesome moment to catch up with Jason at his Kick Ass Art Exhibit held at Wix Lounge in Union Square. Echoes of laughter, excitement, endless conversations pierced through the elevator while ascending to the appropriate floor.

The doors swing open and every square inch of the walls are covered with Jason’s creations and his dear supporters. So here is the scoop in case you are wondering what makes Jason stand out from the rest. Jason’s use of the canvas is unlike anything ever manifested while incorporating collages and embeds exquisite detail in each piece. However, pay attention and do not be afraid to scrutinize each lapel, set of lips, ears, clothing, in each piece because it’s incredible how he utilizes cool objects for each item.

Jason is known for painting famous people in the spotlight include Uma Thurman, Johnny Depp, Justin Theroux, Jay Z, Morgan Freeman and much more and he is a master at his craft. During the exhibit, spending an abundance of time viewing one portrait before moving on to the next is common. His fan base gathers around to wait for their turn to experience the showcase and appreciate the work via different vantage points.

Additionally, to the naked eye it seems easy as pie, however, Jason confesses some of his work consumes and ranges from eight days to an entire month for the finished product. Jason has been featured in Forbes, Wall Street Journal, New York Times, and remains humble while mingling with guests that continue to pour in masses. It is highly recommended to experience Jason’s work in person if possible and for more information on his upcoming appearances check out his website:

Twitter: @Lauraslifeonink



Working Women

Joyce Theater
175 8th Avenue (on Eighteenth Street)
{212} 691-9740



The Joyce Theater, a cozy, and intimate venue snuggled on eighteenth street on the west end of Manhattan is the setting to experience the production and magic of dance titled Working Women and as we nestle into our seats and browse through the Playbill, the vicinity quiets down and the crimson red curtains rise. The projector beams images onto the backstage and a short skit begins with two women carrying a stage prop across Manhattan on the way to the theater.

Moments later the two women emerge from backstage onto the main stage and the audience greets them with echoes of applause. The two performers set the tone for the remainder of the show by kicking off with an action packed, energetic, fun, and comical, dancing performance.

Life, love, art, inspiration, and free movement interpreted through the production of eight dance companies including and not limited to the Carolyn Dorfman Dance Company, Loni Landon Projects, and Janis Brenner and Dancers and many others are the motivation behind this incredible collaboration.

Dancing is a freeing experience and regardless of its sub-categorization to modern, contemporary, tap, jazz, ballet and or other combinations forms a bonding experience for everyone and feeds the desire to bring people together. Additionally, it livens up the soul while celebrating and liberating the sensation of expression without boundaries.

At the end of the show, the choreographers met on stage to answer questions from guests and shared the journey leading up to this moment and the dance industry as well. Working Women is a great, nonstop, fun-filled show and a must see if you have a chance to experience it in the future.

By: Laura M. Artis

Wait! What?

Greetings Universe,

So this is the random yet entertaining news that happened in the month of hiatus. Obviously, I shared the good news before about the site that I contribute for but this is bigger than that; I think. My mom’s birthday landed on 12/8/12 and during the week I took her out to an Opera titled Beatrice Di Tenda  at Carnegie Hall, which I will probably post soon and then my Dad and I took her out to an all day excursion around NYC this past weekend. However, that is the news, that tickles my feathers a bit, she decides that she wants to do a small fiesta type situation on 12/14 at the house so I expect the usual suspects: her friends, a couple of my friends, tons of food, music, and adult beverages.  While we were out, Mom blasts out the most random thing ever in her lifetime. O.k., before we go deeper, let us take a quick trip into the past and somewhat current situation to get a jist on what’s happening so far.

I have known this guy called “Alpha 2″ (temporary alias) for about fourteen years now. We met at a random Halloween Party fourteen years ago and every year we sporadically run into one another  and nothing has happened. Recently,( 2011 to be exact) we realized what a small world we live in and double the intensity we share the same people in common including my mother who is part of the ring cycle. Nonetheless, since this year started, we finally kissed, cuddled semi nude and nothing more and  had this epiphany that we are attracted to one another, blah blah blah. So, out of the blue while taking shots of Tequila for Mom’s birthday she blurts out ” you know you should invite “Alpha 2” to my party.

I’m thinking “Damn you Patron, you should be shot and left for dead in the Bermuda Triangle.”  However, she was super serious and then I’m thinking ” did she snoop on our attempt on sex-ting” accidentally left on my phone while during Sunday Dinner one day? Why of all potentials that she liked and have met since then, would she invite him of all people?

Needless to say, I extended the invite to “Alpha 2” and I do not know what he will say, and I don’t care, but is that right? To invite your almost potential lover to your Mom’s birthday fiesta? What do you think?

Twitter: @Lauraslifeonink

Lessons from Sandy

Hello Universe,

First before we attack the nitty-gritty, I want to send out my prayers and thoughts to all families and people affected by Hurricane Sandra and I hope you are maintaining as best you can under the circumstances; hang in there and stay positive as things will get better. Additionally, I am offering my apologies as I promised to blog on a daily basis, however, since we lost power, (but now restored) I tried my best to log on via my cell phone but I had to decide between walking four blocks from my house to receive choppy cell service ( but thank goodness that is returning back to normal too) or preserve my battery for emergencies.

On that note, I wanted to share some lessons from this weather event with you. I think this remains as one of several tragic yet significant events in history. My parents as they speak of Hurricane Gloria in the 70’s to their friends and relatives, I am flabbergasted and it seems as if history is repeating itself. The day after Sandra’s visit,  luckily, our home is still intact with minor debris, however, as we drive through a block to a neighboring town less that ten minutes away, the damage increases and I am speechless. I see boats detoured from the dock onto a driveway, a recently completed house that I see on a regular basis during my daily runs is missing the front.  It is ripped open and you can see the staircase, kitchen, and living room as vinyl panels decorate the park behind the house, the rail protecting the house from the water, and on the front yard.

Moments later my Mom’s cell phone inundates with pictures from her friends around what used to be a neighborhood. I am caught between shock and disbelief while scrolling through her pictures and as tears cascade down my face because I know it is worse. We try to infiltrate additional side streets but the National Guard and Army trucks fill every crevice surveying the area.  There are a few houses lifted off their foundation and lying on the streets, and the only items left are the cinder blocks accompanied by power lines and towers drowning in pools of water.

More trees on houses and everything seems surreal as the frenzy begins on gas lines ranging from two to fours and thank goodness we are blessed and prepared well in advance; but I feel horrible watching people in their cars form two miles worth( probably more by now) and others with multiple red oil cans waiting for their turn at the pump. As the days progress from day one to present day, curfews are instilled three towns over as helicopters buzz above with infrared to keep a watch and hopefully prevent looting. I write and cover events for (aside from working in the Corporate world) and I was supposed to be covering the annual NYC marathon and the Halloween Parade and both are cancelled; it is officially serious business.

So what did we learn that is the question? I learned that compassion, sympathy and patience remains active in humanity as it it tested under these severe circumstances.

2. I think these catastrophic events happen to bring us back to reality as to what is really important in life and it is not about the inability of sending a tweet, updating your FB status or complaining that you missed a game on television because of no power; they happen to test our ability to work together.

3. The basic necessities required for survival are food, water, and heat and light; not complaining that you missed out on a one day sale at the mall because the power was down (true story courtesy of a customer’s conversation with her sister as they stand on line waiting to pay for their candles). P.s. candles are the best invention since the Caller ID and sliced bread.

4. Sharing is caring. My mom offered to cook food for our neighbors since we have a grill. Additionally,during our small adventures we donated our used clothing to the fire department, and we saw other people sharing their generators with their neighbors (kudos indeed).

5. This event is a true reminder  that nature is a beast, but, material things are miscellaneous,  un-important and  can be easily replaced; as long as you are alive and your family remains intact as well, life is awesome. In conclusion, I am super grateful for everything and even more than before.

By: Laura.

Workaholic in training

Hello Universe,

I was working, and when I say this, it does not mean that I am stuck in an office building, subscribing to boredom while counting down the hours until I leave. “Work” refers to the late night engagement dedicated to personal projects that seem to find a megaphone and scream for my attention. If you are a new visitor/follower to this blog, here is a quick update. I recently surrendered to the reality and realized that my destiny in life is to become a writer and much more. I recently finished my second book and instead of seizing the moment to celebrate life with friends, I stayed home to dedicate some time to edit and all the fun stuff that comes with that new sense of reality. Currently, as the clock is kind enough to remind me that it is 3:15 am and though the only plans I have for Sunday are to conquer a six-mile running trail, maybe go to hot yoga in the late afternoon, and continue “working” on personal projects, I realize that  I am super hungry. Here are two options: go to sleep or feed the beast, aka gizmo, aka my stomach.

Since, I do not have epic responsibilities, eating is the best solution. I have  a huge craving for french fries,but lack the patience to donate the time to peel, cut, soak,  season, cook aka fry the potatoes, wait for them to cool down and then eat; I could always go to the local Bar/Restaurant down the road, but I think I missed their kitchen closing time deadline. So, the next best choice is making whole wheat spaghetti and add loads of veggies (thank goodness for those micro-waveable  steam-fresh veggie bags) mixed in with pre-cooked shrimp. P.s. I am a vegetarian who eats seafood (I guess I’m a pescetarian;  awesome right? And, there goes yet another label)  so this is a bit easier than waiting for meat to thaw, season, cook, blah blah blah and then eat.

As the flavors tango in the pan, I am thinking maybe this was a bad idea to eat this late, but I’m past the boiling point with the pasta(literally because that means it means almost ready) so now my taste buds are ignited and all I want to do is dig into this scrumptious short notice creation.  Gizmo( my stomach) performs flips as if it is auditioning for the Olympic gymnastics team. The food lands on a bowl and immediately,  I feel as if I am floating in heaven as I surrender to this food fest at  3:55am. I finish one serving and go for another, after all I am going running in a few hours and for you avid runners out there, you know the rule; carb load is essential  and I will use that as the excuse. I dedicate another hour editing two more sections until the rebel teenage birds start singing their morning anthem then it is time to retire to my sleeping throne; Goodnight Universe

By: Laura

If Momsy only knew

Hello Universe,

Everyday is Mother’s Day! My Mom, aka Momsy, is my wall of support and rock. And even though I’m under the illusion that I am grown up and remain capable of taking care of myself, she still does not know how much my heart grows for her. It is natural to try to prove yourself to your parents that you are independent after taking the right steps towards creating your own life. However, in this case I am creating a life to add more eccentric, spontaneous, fun, and interesting elements to my Mom’s life; buyer beware, my mom is capable of handling her own social life, but I want to give her more because she damn well deserves it.

If only Momsy knew when she tucks herself into the corner of the couch, while conveniently proclaiming her “” wearing her glasses and watching TV that is when her awesomeness shines through the most during her natural state. She sacrifices of her daily grind armed with best intentions to make home feel comfortable and welcoming is a motivation to work hard and reciprocate.

When Momsy, stresses over small things, and requests big dreams from the Universe, if only she knew I am listening and I wish to grant them for her. I admire her strength, presence, charisma, patience – a few things out of an infinite list that make her Super-Woman. Her aura, and sometimes wacky perception of life draws people to her and I’m always grateful for everything she does for everyone and myself.

If only Momsy knew that when she doubts herself, it is not because she lacks self-trust but because I know that she is scared to admit how strong she is as a person. If only she knew when she tells me to have confidence in all I do and never be afraid to “fly” and find my happiness in life, I want her to be my co-pilot and see the world with me as well.

If only the world knew how much I love this woman because words are not enough and can never be. She is a constant reminder that life is beautiful, worth living and makes the world easier to conquer. So Momsy, if you do not know or I have not told you lately, wanted to say thank you for all that you do; and if you never knew, I absolutely love everything about you.

By: Laura M. 

Dear Ice Cream Dude/Dudette

I should be sleeping at this fine hour, however, since the brain lost control over the power switch, I remain awake at 1:45 am. As I work out the kinks on my books and try to tame down other creative outlets crying for help, I hear the Ice Cream truck making its rounds. Hmm, just a thought, how many children are awake at this hour? Why didn’t the Ice Cream Dude or Dudette receive the memo on the cut off time? A little side note, it is not only questionable, but trying to put things in perspective on future considerations on the normal operating hours.

Part of me wants to go out and stop the truck midstream and investigate its existence, or call the authorities,  while another part craves for a red, white and blue popsicle; o.k. goodnight.