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

Ring of Fire...

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Monday, November 24, 2008

Friday's Nest

Patiently she waits...

for just the right place in the shake up.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Sunday 11:42 a.m

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

one thousand arrows point to the uninitiated

and it's gone...(again)

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

On a Tuesday...

and this is my non sequitur...

Monday, November 17, 2008

On a Monday...


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.
A sign that I was on the right path, a sign to keep on...
My eyes are peeled.

Saturday, November 15, 2008


I just hide out up here and watch.

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.


Friday, November 14, 2008

Borrowed Strategies...


From my studio window and the world fades away...

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

Wednesday, November 12, 2008


Whose painting is this? Is it yours?

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

A Walk in my Dreams (90288)

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

Baptism by Fire...

please destroy me this way...
and so it begins.

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...

Monday, November 3, 2008

Distant Sparks...

used with permission from the artist. copyright:

used with permission from the artist. copyright:

Fire walk with me...

Can't get enough red, a random dance scene, and yes there is always music in the air.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Born of Fire

The Supplemental:

Fewer words, more flashes of color, borrowed inspirations and ideas compiled here to remind me.

remember deep red, emerald green, darkness around the edges, the music and some magic.