up and coming and running too..............

there are lots of things going on right now and here is an abbreviated list of the aforementioned that i will be participating in, if you really want to know:

1. solo show at branch, a whiskey bar, 30thish and alberta

2. i love muscles, solo show at meat, cheese, bread 17th? and se stark

3. plastics! a plastic camera group show, albina press, n albina st, 2 or 3 blocks south of alberta

4. i have a plethora of airbrushed hats and shirts at the

crafty wonderland pop up shop on sw 10th and yamhill

finally,

5. the ultra radical and huge crafty wonderland holiday extravaganza! this weekend the 11th and 12th at the convention center, just look for the crowd near the max.

all of these things, except the extravaganza, will be hanging until the end of the month, when they will be gone forever, so act fast.

coming soon: an artistic three way at backspace next month, stay tuned.............

assortment.....

i have a recurring thought whenever i am transiting around this town, be it by bike or by foot, although i never have it when riding or driving in a car. i am constantly assessing my surroundings for places i would sleep if i ended up houseless. this then leads me to think of what i would consider valuable or of necessity if the circumstances would arise. i am not sure of the implications of such thoughts, or why they recur so frequently. preparation, romantic fantasy, boredom? however, i have found many little nooks and crannies of the city that seem suitable for shelter, many are used, many are not, for what reason i may never know. it is hard to hear other voices if you are constantly speaking..........

on and on and on and on........

some new pick-tures that are going down the street into branch, a whiskey bar. there are more but these are my favorites so far.......

three oh

a pair of 3' planing fish, one for da grizz and one for camper........thanks for the blanks memo

yup...................

the time for rational thought has passed..................

the price is high.......

but rewarding of long nights and quiet hours, the gentle squeeze of my spine, a reminder of age and lack of grace, an extended string of overdue remedies and past due payments, contradictory rhetoric not withstanding, sometimes language is a heavy handed disguise to hide behind, reminiscent of the grand psychoanalytical holiday, all hallows eve, bring out yer dead.................

want sum nuh.........

grateful i am for the chance to share my life with such an amazing person, grateful that he has changed my life more than he will ever know, grateful for the warmth from his hand on my leg when he is standing next to me. i can learn more about living in one hour with him than anywhere or with anyone else, if i can keep my mind quiet enough.........

holey cryest!

what an amazing day, the water flows downhill toward the low ground, feeding and eroding all items gathering moss, the sun slowly baking the vestiges of itself in a futile attempt to ingrain it's feeling into our collective memories, and i didn't even have to use my AK...............

if'n and when...............

what is done is done, the time test is the only that, a test, which the results are mostly inconclusive saving for the idea that language is limiting if the sky is the limit...............

the call of the wild.........

you could feel it in the waves today, the elusive juice, however slight, however small, however insignificant, however, it is not insignificant, the first taste of fall and the potential is all encased therein, it seems as though that that, that feeling, is what i will chase forever. each transaction is life changing; the use of the word transaction cheapens the experience, (but my brain is softened and cannot seem to come up with a more appropriate word), and the course of history will be written by such actions..............

redone..........

a sleepless night and the production therein, inspiration used to be a singular vision, simple and beautiful in it's ignorance. now the tide has risen and fallen thousands of times, leaving behind scraps with every lap, there is much to be said of a world view and lack thereof, my thought is that i am spread to thin in all dimensions, or maybe i should say my hope is thus, the alternative is keeping me up at night......

a good night..........

and confused as to what makes it such, the idea of financial gain, the support of community, the suspicious wind in the air, a general unease in every interaction, my peeps, maybe, not to be confused with and perceived as conceit, just confusion, nothing more.........................

how to turn around?

stuck, thinking about the what is and what it could be, what is it, what it was, what it is. a singular process of learning to forget, or more aptly to put aside, way back, last door on the right, next to the hallway closet, which is what? more shit than i can shake a stick at, more mud, more, more, more. stop thinking, laziness is a long process.......................

health and relevance...........

the past unloads fast and furious, as vastly subjective memories stand at arms length, fingers hold the ability to express what cannot be said, the mind holds it's breath, the pen is not mightier than words thrown carelessly, to backtrack is to spin precariously close to destruction, whether or not that is an end or an ends to a means depends, once again, on where one sits..................

a return to form..........

drying time excluded, a wavering desire to return to seemingly less complicated, in hindsight only, chairs and stares, the walls could speak, the plants themselves held meaning beyond belief, a vertical ascension to a horizontal timeline................

up down and inbetween..........

behold a sneak peek at a show that one can already see.

Location: the albina press

4637 n albina

pdx, OR

When: friday, july 9th, 6-8pm

Why: why not?

i hope to see you all there................

salt, pepper, lime juice, flavor this dish to taste.......

i owe alot to a little, running in one direction only to return to the start and tighten the figure eight, 8, miles ahead in the distant memory lies the lies told secretly by originality and flavor, the two lost souls propelling forward into the night sky conundrum, a little salt goes a long way.......

far and near................

to stumble and fall begets a loss of skin and a furthering of the fast twitch, preferable to a slow simmer in a satisfactory sulk, meaning nothing and something all at once because nothing is something after all, if only to continue an ongoing conversation....................

the photos lose their colors lately, no?

the line between reality and fantasy grows more thin by the day, thin line it is and constructive movements lag a bit behind, the time to move on has come, or maybe come and gone, who knows, some people in some towns just have a certain look, ya know?..............

i am not implying that i am innocent, but i feel better......

aimless wanderings in a suprise snowy scape, the tropical breeze beckons but goes unanswered, responses only in short bursts of want and necessity, no amount of smooth brained new age spirituality will save you from the wrongdoings of the past, i think each item must be addressed and atoned for sooner or later with none other than oneself, pay your fucking debts.......................

under and on...........

the advance of negligence has given way to a new respect for time and effort, suspicious as though it may seem, on a good day the wishes are effortless, on another labored and lacking intuition, instinct lives in the moment and the moments were and are plenty, as a matter of fact they are always........

back to business again............

from the front it's all business, from the back it is all pleasure, read and reread the complaints, studied the treetops and peaks, breathed easier as la fronterra disappears into the south, it is what it is and it won't be ever again, try as i might, and i will try again..........

last but not least.......

sitting still after days of movement, listening to the soft snores, standing watch. the silence outside broken by the warm winds, but only until dark when the coyotes take over. the mornings are magical, the reality is what is made of it, could we live here? sure thing, will we live here, never will be certain of that one, although the magic is certainly real...............

p.s.: to see the finished version of the above painting go to extracto coffee's new satellite location at 15th and ne prescott, mmmmmmmmmm coffee..............

sneak peek..........

a couple of the many paintings that were hung this eve at the report lounge. i am quite excited about this show, i cannot believe that the three of us have not shown together in the past, what were we thinking. ok, bye bye..............