I look around this room and there are signs all over the place of the people who move about this house. There are hats and there are earphones and two watches and a phone and business cards and an empty water bottle and a box of tissues and a checkbook and handwritten notes in her handwriting and mine and there is a lamp that is on and lamp that is off and
there are signs of people everywhere and it is strange that I most often I find myself alone in here with these things and did I mention there are pictures on the walls of dead people who still hold a place in my heart and
there are signs of people everywhere and that is how I know I am home.
These are the next two paintings in the devil series. That’s right, this auction is for both of the paintings that you see here. There is no big back story on these two. Just that I was working away on the series and these two were sitting next to each other on the table drying and they looked like the belong together. So, you could say they were born this way. Anyway, here are The Sisters Diablo.
Today, I am tired and every path I crossed today was full of conflict and I am fairly certain it may have been me.
Today, there are no portraits of people only of the cat that wanders the sidewalk out in front of my house and as I watch it walk alone and slow and deliberate and lazy and disconnected, I can’t help but think that it may just be me.
I have settled into this wonderful chair for the evening and I am hoping that the words that fall off my fingertips are better that the thoughts that are swirling around up top. The last six (or more) weeks have not been right. Where there was motivation, there is now apathy and where there is apathy there is not much else.
I am drawing the line here. I am drawing the line now.
Did I tell you that she bought me this chair? She has connections and knows people and snuck it into the house when I was away and everyone should be so lucky to write from chairs like this and without her I know I would have given up on all this long ago and it isn’t just the chair but it is everything else over the years that kept the words and paints moving and it is because of her that I am drawing the line here and now and tomorrow when I awake she will be there and the apathy will be gone.
The next painting from the devil series. Portrait Of The Devil With Head In Clouds. I’m not sure that there is much to say about this one. I suppose that sitting down to paint tonight after travelling the past 5 days and being on trains and busses and cars and ferrys and bikes and cars and taxis and going from the backwoods of a Northern Michigan island all the way to downtown Chicago and finally sitting back here at my desk I find that the only place my head really is, is in the clouds.
Daily Keemo. 10.10. All Found Outside The Perimeter
All Found Outside The Perimeter On the wall to my right is a list of things to do this year and only one item on the list is checked off. I’m thankful the list means nothing to me and to be honest I am not surprised because things don’t work like lists or at least I don’t work like a list and life doesn’t work that way and maybe the real purpose is to remind me that time and place and moments and thought are all found outside the perimeter of the paper.
This is the second painting in the Altered Money series. I know the name of the series is not very profound but that is on purpose. For once, I feel like there is a statement in these but that statement has nothing to do with what I think about them. All of the money in this series is no longer in circulation by the country that it was distributed by. It is safe to say that if it is no longer in circulation, something has happened in that country to cause great enough change that this particular bill had to be removed from circulation. This 10 Won bill issued by the North Korean government is a perfect example. I suppose I could go into the whole part about money and what it means or doesn’t mean and what is it’s true value but all that stuff is different to each of us and each of us can make up what we want about the defacing of money. (Not to mention, wouldn’t you rather look at a Keemo on your bills that some dictator or dead president?) Yeah, me too.
Daily Keemo. 9.30. There Are Times And Nights You Find Your Way To Another Place
There Are Times And Nights You Find Your Way To Another Place There isn’t much of a story for this one. Sometimes you just start working and things happen and you let them happen and that is just the way it should be.