“Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true”
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
ring in the true...
“Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true”
and I am not to be undone...
oh I painted alright, but it is not done..
i decided to have a social experiment to see what I could handle.
and I am not to be undone...
i decided to have a social experiment to see what I could handle.
and I am not to be undone...
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
I can't keep up.
I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.I can't keep up.
you are much more clever than I am or than I will ever be.
but I love the icy ocean you shared that I had never seen and the stars I saw tonight in the sky while walking alone...
tomorrow there will be something new here in the form of a painting.
you are much more clever than I am or than I will ever be.
but I love the icy ocean you shared that I had never seen and the stars I saw tonight in the sky while walking alone...
tomorrow there will be something new here in the form of a painting.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
We can wipe that smile off your face...
"I'm not playing with you,
I'm not playing with you,
I'm not playing with you,
I clean forgot how to play.
But you can still come around,
In fact I invite you down,
Maybe together we can wipe that smile off your face.
'Cause what a difference, what a difference, what a difference
A little difference would make.
We'll draw a blueprint, it must be easy,
It's just a matter of knowing when to say no or yes.
Frustrating, frustrating, always waiting for the bigger axe to fall.
A patient game that i can't find my way to play.
Never mind what's been selling,
It's what you're buying
and receiving undefiled"
I'm not playing with you,
I'm not playing with you,
I clean forgot how to play.
But you can still come around,
In fact I invite you down,
Maybe together we can wipe that smile off your face.
'Cause what a difference, what a difference, what a difference
A little difference would make.
We'll draw a blueprint, it must be easy,
It's just a matter of knowing when to say no or yes.
Frustrating, frustrating, always waiting for the bigger axe to fall.
A patient game that i can't find my way to play.
Never mind what's been selling,
It's what you're buying
and receiving undefiled"
Friday, December 26, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
My soul...
I just wrapped myself up in these songs and spent the day dreaming and looking at art books. A strange quiet giddiness welled up within me. All the old music I have listened to and the new music I listen to is sounding sweeter everyday. It feels like it is right there with me holding my hand on these short grey days of winter, the music keeps me company and tells me stories and pushes me along in my dreams.
I know I am one of the lucky ones...
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Through water and fire...
Not sure.. and I am sure the colors must be off a bit, this is just a quick snap in my studio under my studio lights. It is dark outside now and too cold anyway. If these aren't the colors then I may have to paint them so.
"Sometimes I can see for miles
Through water and fire"
-PJ Harvey
I caught that falling star...
My father called me on the phone this morning with a quote.
"That painter who has no doubts will achieve little."
(Leonardo da Vinci)
Alright...Thanks Dad!
Today I will paint again.. watch this space- results to follow (you know this is a game I play, if I tell you to watch this space then I have to fill the space by the end of the day, and it will have to be pretty decent because I don't like to mess around or waste anyone's time- but of course I will still have my doubts...)
"That painter who has no doubts will achieve little."
(Leonardo da Vinci)
Alright...Thanks Dad!
Today I will paint again.. watch this space- results to follow (you know this is a game I play, if I tell you to watch this space then I have to fill the space by the end of the day, and it will have to be pretty decent because I don't like to mess around or waste anyone's time- but of course I will still have my doubts...)
Sunday, December 14, 2008
contents of a life
Some days life is good.Like yesterday, when I found a three in one printer on the road for free that actually worked. It also just happens to look smashing with my Mac that did not have a printer.
Thank you world.
Scanned contents from my studio desk...
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Rebellion (Lies)
I am aching to paint right?
So why am I not there yet, madly painting away?
just because... but I am about to remedy that.
watch this space...
but until then.. intermission..
So why am I not there yet, madly painting away?
just because... but I am about to remedy that.
watch this space...
but until then.. intermission..
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Comin' in from dreamland I'm on fire
Friday's nest has come and gone..
and I must get back on track.
So many things are going on. Good things.
Time stealing things. but mostly good things.
I have a feeling when this week passes or even at night I will climb my stairs and suddenly be thrown into the fire and noise, and rather than like pulling teeth, the paintings will come easily. Maybe this is just wishful thinking. But I think that is how it will be.
Ferocious productivity is my goal.
I miss painting right now, the real deal, the real work.
and I must get back on track.
So many things are going on. Good things.
Time stealing things. but mostly good things.
I have a feeling when this week passes or even at night I will climb my stairs and suddenly be thrown into the fire and noise, and rather than like pulling teeth, the paintings will come easily. Maybe this is just wishful thinking. But I think that is how it will be.
Ferocious productivity is my goal.
I miss painting right now, the real deal, the real work.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Friday, December 5, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Sheet of Flame...
"This ecstasy, this forgetfulness of living, comes to the artist, caught up and out of himself in a sheet of flame..."
Jack London - Call of the Wild
Jack London - Call of the Wild
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
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Sunday, November 30, 2008
Real World from Sick Bay
Something has been missing this weekend.. I realize my home is as quiet as tomb. When I am sick I don't listen to music...So strange.
I prefer this world below...give me a layer, a gauze, and shadowy corners any day.
and of course music music music... tomorrow.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
9:53 and it looks like wreckage...
I will try again and hopefully something will grab me today and hold me.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Labor in freedom...
"Everything that is really great and inspiring is created by the
individual who can labor in freedom."
Albert Einstein
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Power...
Flip the switch.I have blown the breaker to my studio twice this week already.
Doing too much at one time.
But perhaps things are starting to work!?!
At least in this moment
and according to many, that is all I've got.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
If you're on fire, Show me!
When I used to get stuck I would look for a sign.My eyes are peeled.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Pretend you didn't read this
and don't acknowledge it... I mean it..
I am a lazy painter today.
Today, I just apply paint and I don't know why.
I don't have a particular affinity towards the colors I am using. I don't know what I am doing.
paint on, blot off, more paint on, rub off, sit down look away.
music on, music off, surf the internet hope for inspiration.
forget the plan, forget the concept, time marches on.
i am hungry
but here I am
I want to paint
I want it to be good
I don't want to waste time or materials.
I don't want to learn, I want to accomplish
more than another dirty painting that needs scrubbing away.
Frustration. Yes, I know I should walk away.
Yes, I know I should probably stick with what works.
why am I making it hard on myself.
where did the fire go?
That fuel that propels me a long is so hit and miss.
here today gone tomorrow, to return next week.
I want to paint.. I really do. But I hate painting like this.
You are just passing through and observing and I am just making note of my mind in this instant which is sure to change in the next minute or hour and I will begin again.
Silencio...
I am a lazy painter today.
Today, I just apply paint and I don't know why.
I don't have a particular affinity towards the colors I am using. I don't know what I am doing.
paint on, blot off, more paint on, rub off, sit down look away.
music on, music off, surf the internet hope for inspiration.
forget the plan, forget the concept, time marches on.
i am hungry
but here I am
I want to paint
I want it to be good
I don't want to waste time or materials.
I don't want to learn, I want to accomplish
more than another dirty painting that needs scrubbing away.
Frustration. Yes, I know I should walk away.
Yes, I know I should probably stick with what works.
why am I making it hard on myself.
where did the fire go?
That fuel that propels me a long is so hit and miss.
here today gone tomorrow, to return next week.
I want to paint.. I really do. But I hate painting like this.
You are just passing through and observing and I am just making note of my mind in this instant which is sure to change in the next minute or hour and I will begin again.
Silencio...
Friday, November 14, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Places to get lost...
marbled composition books
flipping through pages
finding notes and folded precious
and semi-precious items within
the perfect pen glides along the blank page
chopping vegetables, especially greens
seems to be the thing to do
sloppy loose cursive and sharp knives
seem to be the order of the day
dog-eared library books and an unmade bed
time unfolding, trying to figure out the connections
how to represent the tingle
of a strangers hand
while passing in the park
the sound, the hum, the vibration
sweeping motions caused by the wind
so many places to get lost
so many places to be absorbed
flipping through pages
finding notes and folded precious
and semi-precious items within
the perfect pen glides along the blank page
chopping vegetables, especially greens
seems to be the thing to do
sloppy loose cursive and sharp knives
seem to be the order of the day
dog-eared library books and an unmade bed
time unfolding, trying to figure out the connections
how to represent the tingle
of a strangers hand
while passing in the park
the sound, the hum, the vibration
sweeping motions caused by the wind
so many places to get lost
so many places to be absorbed
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Lights that flash in the evening...
Can't hardly wait- The Replacements
"I'll write you a letter tomorrow
Tonight I can't hold a pen
Someone's got a stamp that I can borrow
I promise not to blow the address again
Lights that flash in the evening,
Through a crack in the drapes
Jesus rides beside me
He never buys any smokes
Hurry up, hurry up, ain't you had enough of this stuff
Ashtray floors, dirty clothes, and filthy jokes
See you're high and lonesome
Try and try and try
Lights that flash in the evening,
Through a hole in the drapes
I'll be home when I'm sleeping
I can't hardly wait
I can't wait. Hardly wait."
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Saturday, November 8, 2008
The unheard music
"Beyond the edge of the world there's a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And hovering about there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard."
- Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Throw your homework onto the...
When I was much younger I had fantasies of walking down abandoned railroad tracks drinking a beer and looking at the moon. I also had visions of driving a red car into the middle of the desert in the hot sun. In these music video like fantasies I was always alone and content.
Some days I would like to throw it all onto the fire...
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