The Story
I am reminded of a movie I saw
when I was much
younger and
lively and
the imagery is vivid but
the people and
the words and
the sounds and
everything else
is almost
gone
forever. 
 
… Enjoy!  

It Probably Doesn’t Matter Anyway

The Story
You never know what people are going to like or dislike with a painting and one of the first lessons you learn is to just not think about it. It doesn’t matter anyway. Most of us know that is true with just about everything. You do what you do and that is what you do and you never know people are going to like or dislike about it. It doesn’t matter anyway.

What does all that have to do with this painting? Not much really. It was just what I was daydreaming about while painting it. That’s all.

And to be honest, it probably doesn’t matter anyway.

… Enjoy!    

The Dissection Of A Portrait
(and other reasons to think about the sum)

The Story
This is probably as close to a self portrait as I have done. Even though, after a couple of drinks I might argue that all of these are self-portraits to some degree. The strange thing is I am not wearing a green shirt, my skin is not a bright yellow (it’s usually a shade of pink) and my eyes are not a firery red. The part that is the most accurate is the top of the head being wide open so that we can all peer down into it and yes, most of the time it is just plain darkness and when you reach down in there it will be a mystery what you might pull out. With all these differences though, it is the sum of these parts that make the portrait. Similar to pointillism, it’s when you step back and take in the whole that it reveals itself. Also, after the above mentioned couple of drinks, I would argue that is the same for each one of us. Under a microscope our individual pieces don’t reveal the secret of us. It is only the sum of the parts that reveal our mystery and display our being.

Signs All Over The Place
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The Story

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.  
 
… Enjoy!  

The Story
I remember we were walking
down the sidewalk and
it was sunny and
he was telling me
that his heart was broken and
it had never been as broken
as it was at that moment and
he said it hurt so bad
that tears were falling
from his
heart.

The Story

The purple paint is still drying and the Austrian composer, Johann Hummel, is in the air and it is No 5. in F sharp and before that is was Tchaikovski and before that it was Chopin and before that the paper was white and there was nothing.

The purple paint is still drying and I am thinking about how I might answer questions for the upcoming interview that is supposed to be centered around the business of art or the current state of the art business or something like that and to be honest I think it is much easier to talk about all that stuff than it is to try and explain everything behind all the color and line and words and why it all comes together like it does.

The purple paint is still drying and I am alone in this room like I am every night at 2:00 AM and I catch myself staring at the wall in front of the desk and am thousands of miles away from the black chair I am sitting in and Hummel has been replaced by Alexander Scriabin (no. 2 in G sharp minor) and I slide off the chair and lay out on the wood floor and just listen with my eyes closed.

…Enjoy!

The Story
I had written a lengthy story
to go with this painting and it was
about art and
meaning and
the creative process and
struggle
and
it was just
crap.

This time
it is
just about
the figure and
the colors and
the woman and
the tree and
the green and
the lines and

these words
are only
an introduction.

… Enjoy!    

The Eight Dollar Ticket From Chicago

I was going to take the taxi to VanBuren St. and just grab the train from there but I had about 30 minutes to kill so I took the taxi to the next stop and got out at Millenium station. It was rush hour and the corner was mobbed with all walk of city life and there was a wall of sound and car horns and people and the sidewalk flowed like a river going downstream and instead of walking around, I just found a spot and sat and watched. Like a stone in that river, the water of people just flowed around me as if I was a street sign or a trash can or a bus stop. After watching for about 15 minutes I noticed there was a mime directly across from me on the other side of the busy street who was pretending to yell to be heard (of seen) in the mob of uninterested passers by.

I suppose in a city like that, where everyone is anonymous, even the mime needs to yell to be noticed.

I got up, walked back to the train station, found the platform and slipped into a seat on the upper deck on the train. Everyone sat silent in their seats, waiting for the train to depart. It was so quiet, you could have even heard the mime.

… Enjoy!

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.

… Enjoy!    

Three Conversations
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Conversation 1: 9:27 AM
“Are you going to enter in Art Prize?” he asks.
“No,” I reply.
“Why not?” he asks.
“Because,” I reply.
“Because why?” he asks.
“Just because,” I say.

Converation 2: 12:39 PM
“Can I help you?” she says.
“Yes, I need to cancel my life insurance,” I say.
“Why?” she asks.
“Because,” I reply.
“Because why?” he asks.
“Just because,” I say.

Conversation 3: 3:47 PM
“How are you this today?” she asks.
“Wonderful. How are you?” I reply.
“Wonderful. Thanks for asking.” she says.
“Well, see you later,” I say.
“See you later, she says.

… Enjoy!