always in hindsight the future is bright.....

the thing about wisdom is it is only valid after the fact, the slight inklings so subtle, hard to hear, identity is strong and healthy, not much more than the theatrics of the mind, i likey you lovey now.................

surfs up dude..........

age and wisdom are mutually exclusive entities fading from focus and occasionally teaming up to teem with good intentions, the problem exists within the confines of wants and the wheretofores of this here modern age, the pressure is on, placed by myself, but for today i made a wise decision.................

gratuitous nipple shot............

something snapped and forced things, whereas and heretofore all is different, a clarity and efficiency realized itself, made it's presence known and then moved in, temporary or permanent, (hoping for the latter), the wheels navigate all surfaces with grace, as forevermore as i could ask for, importance is what you make it.......................

upcoming down the road..........

just a few examples of what i will be selling at crafty wonderland this sunday at the expo center. come and get your airbrushed dreams fulfilled at the cuddle corner, hats and t-shirts for all! don't forget the new paintings as well! woop woop! exclamation point!

one can also see some lovely arts at jam, not to mention you can break the fast there as well. group show: eatcho, chris haberman, jennifer kapnek, brenda dunn, and yours truly. jam on hawthorne, 19th and hawthorne in the southeast of portland!

thankful..........

enough said....................

recourse of course.......

something has died in the studio, the smell cannot be outrun or contained, some cannot even smell it, so is the way of the walk................

dream and scheme.......

the minutes of daylight dribble into the dusk, as the drool consolidates catatonically on chin, the dream must start somewhere, why not here.......

dusk.......

motivation dead from self-inflicted questioning, wounding the last and latest great push from within, how well am i living up to the artist construct, walls are difficult to build on a constantly shifting foundation...............

dawn............

rushing to nowhere fast, frustrated episodic fits ends in little next to nothing, must make up for it now, duck head and cover the results, speed kills..............

rusty sideways glance........

the wheels slowly turn in differing directions, although not altogether differently and to different ends, the only difference is the motivations and the medium, to what do i owe this pleasure?................

a little on the rough side..........

i would like to introduce my new friend the airbrush. we just met not too long ago, but it turns out that we have many similar interests. he, i think it is a he, is showing me new stuff everyday, it is quite entertaining

all is not.........

lost in the sea of fall colors, the wet breezes sleep just beneath, evidence is everywhere, but that won't stop the beauty of a single falling leaf drowned out of vision by the sun............

slowly expanding............

lurking just below the cursory levels of conscious thought, close enough to the surface for awareness, deep enough for soft fuzz to deflect focus; concentric circles of time revolve outward, push and pull, no deposit, no return, no matter how heavy the pressure, budge they will not............

a new work in progress....

old dogs and new tricks may not mix, under only the greatest of duress will the two meet, the habits of the old and the habits of the new are much in the same, one action sends a flurry of waves in all directions touching all that it comes in contact with, maybe...........................

return to sender unknown...

suspended animation or perhaps slow motion, the walls, no, the things contained within are closing in, stop, go, there will be no end in sight, and why should there be...........

stoked........

that there beauty was done by christy fish at adorn east on 25th and se belmont, go see her, she is awesome...............

once upon a time............

....and then what happens?

letting go to.........

illustrations of the last of the thoughts in a mind's eye full of blur and blech, these filter feeders, bio-cleaners, spongy screen savers savors the chance to view interpret and then spit out to the world for another chance at infamy, each one it's own little story, each one equally slathered in subtext...............

lazy.....

i am perpetually falling behind, the steps become one less, too late until there are footsteps in front of behind you, there is no sense in undoing the done, feeling the warm waning days, enough?.............

for real time out......

there will be no room for complacency, and then on it will be written in the finest of forms that what was once thought good shall be deemed bad and so on and so forth, in giving up is there a balance achieved or is it just apathy........ 

another night spent.....

there is addiction to acknowledgement in the air of the evening, tossed and turned in the sheets, whlist the slow grinding of enamel stills the sleep, heres to hoping...........

tidbitraditionalongtime.......

and out of the blue it came, literally tripping over the question, "the beginning or the end", forever it will ring and only be relevant in it's asking and never in it's answer, allowing for endless speculation and inquisitions into the forbearance of fortune, the never-ending search for self worth value as compared to the currency of culture..........

the great and the small......

i cannot help but see the parallels, shuttling through the days with hands outstretched grabbing whatever they come in contact with, therefore defining experience with the tangible and malleable results of coincidence.............

return again.....

being careful to drag your feet on the walk out, applies to all ventures away from the familiar, breathing then becomes easier on the return, a gliding glee which i have never been able to figure out how to make it last, but then that is the reason for many of the things we do everyday..........

over time........

in every dark corner, a spider awaits, each with their own motives, desires, and needs.  as time goes forward, a constant modification of such occurs, hard to read they are, definitely not to be trusted, as what you think you know is now what you knew, home might just be where you make it...............