04/27/2010

Monet once said that within quantity you will find quality. There are only x amount of masterpieces. The more pieces painted the more chances of a Masterpiece Somewhere there has got to be something that misses the mark. This will be my quantity. Maybe I treat myself too kind ...... this is a self portrait if I had long hair.

04/26/2010

The anatomy of the drawing. This sketched out in about 3 minutes. Totally from my head, you will see some obvious problems. We will get back to that. I put down many lines then find the one that carries the weight and start going over and over and over it until the line dominates the lesser lines. Becuase this is from my head, things like making the knee come out was not solved. I will probably bring this back in various stages of completion but for now, this is the drawing of the day.

04/25/2010

The sum of all the parts and a cup of coffee. I am falling behind on things. This is a self portrait. If you put my soul next to this picture you would be so impressed with how dead on accurate my drawing skills are. Television, my soul cries out for something good on television. I need a mindless dose of images and sounds that make me feel like I have done something. Something like where I run a lot as I lay on the couch. Or someone shoots at me and I dodged the bullet as I lay on the couch. Or I am at the beach with a hot babe and the wind blows through the curtains as I lay on the couch. It has never mattered, and is probably best for humanity, if I travel the globe on my couch. Save a shit load of gas!

04/24/2010

Technically I missed a day. It's 2 in the morning. I finished this painting today, an oil on canvas. I have had it laying around haunting me for a long time now. Clean up the ghosts. I could not come up with the ending then is all came together. Unless you think it sucks, then nevermind. I am already wanting to go back in but it done, done and it's on the the next one......

04/23/2010

This is a sketch...drawing....study that was instrumental in a oil I just completed. Though I did not do it today, it was the focus of tonight's "playing with photoshop." I don't normally consider photoshop an art form but it raises questions. When the caveman gave up hands for a paint brush, would that be equal to the brush giving way to a computer program. I have a hard time letting go of pencil on paper. An average attention span of the everyday, disposable, art loving consumer has made everything a "what's next?"- "what's it worth?" life. Glancing back to times we can never participate in, finally paying attention to some poor soul that suffered, finally getting heard, it's sad to know he will never hear the answer to his questions. Will someone answer my question 100 years from now? This question only matter to me because I am alive right now. In this fact alone I find comfort.

Comes on the first heat,

Clothes stick to damp skin.

Focus on the task at hand,

Circular spins of loading pages,

Only notice it in my eyes.

Creeps up, nap would be nice,

Page is loaded, I do my thing,

Click enter.

Circular spins of loading pages,

Again the heat,

Summer rounds the corner.

04/22/2010

In the mention of names unknown to us......... In their passage goes a life lived. When the time is over what was important? Family, friends, sharing or listenning. Is it how hard you worked or how much you laughed. In it's passing was their oppertunity lost or gained. I feel it's in faith and trust that where you are is where you should be and overall happiness is the gift of life.

04/21/2010

Ok! Time to be serious.... seriously. These are serious times. There are serious times and not serious times. Serious surronds me. Serious is around me. Serious.. serious ...... serious. Yeah Right! Not really, do have to seriously pee. Yellow P......... aint got it yet? Watch out for the doggy stank .... and do you eat that yellow p"aint." Oh yeah, comming out of down times gets mighty strange. It is not the time to ask me something intelligent. Second thought, there is never a great time to ask me anything intelligent. Odds are fifty fifty that I will say something, sound serious, and be it life or death, you can bet I did not think it through. If you ask me in "serious time" your survival chance increases greatly. Now Sherlock, question; "What state of mind was I in when I started this blog?" Hint .... not during "serious" time. Opps! can't cross my legs any tighter, gotta go ..... I mean gotttaaaagooooo!

04/20/2010

Need more things to place in moments.  I see things comming to ends. Moments hold satisfaction if you can stay. Human nature peeks ahead. I get scared. Overwhelmed. Should I Plan? I get lost in the infinite swarming scenerios. I stumble back to the moment. Safe.

04/19/2010

Sometimes the darkness comes. I can't say why. I can't tell you how hard I fight. Try to live in the moment. Can't tell anyone. I can see in their face that it's a burdon. Best to hold on. It's all tricks of the mind anyway. I am no different and my darkness is unique to none. I turn away at your pain. Do not sit for mine. Darkness goes to light as it spins it's circle. Right now I should be doing something else. Should I have been doing something else then this is what I should do. Control, the biggest illusion of all. In the darkness I relive every word, every joke and every embarassing moment. In the dark I reach to touch something familiar. In the dark I do not know which way I go. I hate this part of life.

04/18/1985

I think I am going to stay in the past a little longer. Tried to do something today but I must be having a dry spell thing going on. Welcome to my perfect place. I don't let just anyone go there. You can't get there by boat, plane or drugs, though the latter ..... no kids ..... say no to drugs. No, the only way to get there is in my head so no throwing cigarette butts out the window, please.

04/17/2010

About 1985 I owned this shop that was going under. When the waves were bad I would sit in there and give it a go. During the slow times I came up with this character. It never developed but there was fun in it. I wish I had all the tools, programs and computers that I have now. Back then, I never could refine it. I was a big fan of Ralph Steadman and his work with Rolling Stone. This particular one has my surfers searching for waves. Many a road trip to find ankle slappers in my day, especially summers in Florida, is the basis of a 5x7 pen and ink watercolor.

04/16/2008

Curiosity has the best of me!

I have to find whatever it is I'm looking for.

My past is calling and I got's ta know.

So

I will be digging through all my crap over the weekend 

because

I know it's there.

20 years ago my opinion was I was never going to need it.

This means one thing and one thing only.

It's not on top!

04/15/2010

Dutch painters had this hidden message in their paintings which is part of our vocabulary today. Matter of fact, Gainsborough was commissioned to paint a portrait of his friend, a wealthy land owner, and his wife. Once the wife saw the direction the family portrait was going, her sitting with a pheasant in her lap, the commission stopped and we have one of the most famous incomplete paintings of all times. If an artist wanted to portray a woman as a real bitch, he would paint her holding a dead pheasant. This was known in art circles as a woman holding the cock. The rest is history.