Daily Keemo. 5.28. When Some Faces Become Every Faces

When Some Faces Become Every Faces
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For once, I feel like this portrait speaks for itself and captures the person enough that it doesn't need one of my silly stories to run along side of it. If you know her, you recognize her. If you don't, then that is just fine too. It is like finding wonderful old photos in an old shoe box at a garage sale. The faces in those old photos look like every face from your childhood and somehow you connect with the people even though you don't have any idea who they are. Some images become every images and some faces become every faces and to me this is one of those... Enjoy!

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Daily Keemo. 5.27. I'm Not Sleeping A Third Of This Life Away

I'm Not Sleeping A Third Of This Life Away
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I got sick again. Like really sick. This happens to me about twice a year. The sad thing is this is the 2nd time already this year and that isn't too great considering it is only May. She always tells me it is because I work too much and don't sleep enough and I know I could probably eat better (can't we all?) but that is just the way it is. Based on 8 hours a night, I'm not sleeping 1/3 of this life away. I figure I'm somewhere around the 1/4 or 1/5 mark. All that stuff aside, I spent the last 4 days laying around sleeping and 3 of those days there was a fever on and off and I swear the dreams in those fever moments are the best dreams you can have and you know you are not sleeping but your dreams are further from you than your imagination and you shiver as you walk in the dark to find the tylenol to bring it down and jump back into bed and pull the blankets up tight around your neck as you shiver yourself back to sleep again and you realize that although the room is completely dark it is really 2:00 in the afternoon and you can hear people in other parts of the house and you look over at the glass of water on the nightstand and catch your reflection and it looks yellow but you can't figure out why because there is no light and there is something blinking in the corner of the room and then your eyes really open and you know that everything that just happened to you was made up by the fever and you pull up the blankets over your face and slip back into it all and wait for what comes next... Enjoy!

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Daily Keemo. 5.25. Last Night As I Lay On My Pillow.

Last Night As I Lay On My Pillow
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I was going to write a bit of a love story to go with this one but then as I read the lyrics I thought they said it much better. So, for tonight's musical selection, we have the first three verses of... "My Bonnie"... Enjoy!
My Bonnie lies over the ocean
My Bonnie lies over the sea
My Bonnie lies over the ocean
Oh bring back my Bonnie to me

Last night as I lay on my pillow
Last night as I lay on my bed
Last night as I lay on my pillow
I dreamed that my Bonnie was dead

Oh blow ye the winds o'er the ocean
And blow ye the winds o'er the sea
Oh blow ye the winds o'er the ocean
And bring back my Bonnie to me

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Daily Keemo. 5.21. Learing Lessons The Hard Way

Learing Lessons The Hard Way
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The best lessons learned are the ones we learn the hard way... Enjoy!

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Daily Keemo. 5.18. We Are Like This, You And I

We Are Like This, You And I
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I was out in the garage a couple weeks ago, working some other projects. As I was working I got sidetracked by the scrap wood pile near the table saw. There was this piece that was right on top of the pile that looked perfect from across the garage. I went over and picked it up and flipped it around. At first glance, I decided against it. There was some scuff marks on it, it was a little dirty and one of the edges wasn't perfectly square and a little tattered. As I looked it over though, I couldn't help but think of just about everyone I know, in this piece of wood. I mean, we all have our tattered edges and our scuff marks and somehow that makes us all more of an individual and more human. I changed my mind. This piece was perfect. I took it inside to the desk and started painting. Scuffmarks, not perfectly square, a little tattered and all. I'm pretty sure that I am not just writing about the wood anymore... Enjoy!

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Daily Keemo. 4.16. The One Armed Man Poses With The Kill.

The One Armed Man Poses With The Kill
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I was lost. Driving along roads in northern Michigan and the GPS couldn't even find the destination. I knew the bridge out sign was not good. The gas gauge was real low and finally on fumes we roll in there and while pumping gas a big truck pulls up and parks on the other side of the pump and 4 hunters get out excited about their kill and the gas station attendant comes out to take a picture of the kill and just then a beat up PT Cruiser pulls up and out gets a man with one arm (seriously) and slurs words to the hunters and they all laugh and then the one armed man poses with the kill and I walk by the kill to go pay for gas because there is no pay at the pump in these parts. (There really is a good 10 minutes more of this story before I finally leave the gas station but this has to wait for the full short story that is coming.) While driving away I couldn't help but daydream about the entire layer of the Michigan existence that I have absolutely no connection to. So, with that... Enjoy!

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Daily Keemo. 5.15. The Altar Seemed So Far Away

The Altar Seemed So Far Away
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When I was young, I got dressed up like a good Catholic boy. I stood when everyone else stood.

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Daily Keemo. 5.14. Start With Yourself

Start With Yourself
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I have always loved those black silhouette profile portraits. You know the ones, they are solid black, always a profile view of the person. I think they started in France way back in the 1700's. ( If I remember correctly. Maybe I should google it) Anyway, I have been meaning for a long time to create a "Keemo" version of those profile portraits and being that this is the first one, I thought I better start with myself. (That way if it turned out really bad, I wouldnt offend one of my friends.) So, with that, a rare self portrait. I think that this series will definitely continue. The first of many I am sure...Enjoy!

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Daily Keemo. 5.13. Still A Possiblity. #4.

Still A Possiblity. #4
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I was in a car accident a while ago. It was one of those that everyone walks from. I have heard many people say that at the moment of impact that your life flashes before your eyes. This didn't happen to me. It was more like the inside surface of the car flashing on the outside of my head. It all happens so quickly. You blink and it is over. Instead of “flashing,” I really think that is in those hours afterward that your life strolls slowly by your eyes and you think about it all, the past, the present, the future, those people in your life and out. You think how lucky you are to see your breath in the cold air while waiting for the police to arrive. You think how the pain in your neck is really nothing compared to what could have been. You think that there is nothing wrong with hitting redial on your cell phone 11 times because hearing her voice is about the only thing that matters. It is these moments that you slow and think about it all and are thankful that all of this that we do is still a possibility...Enjoy!

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by Keemo. 5.12. The Words Are In The Fingers And The Color Is Found Right Here.

The Words Are In The Fingers And The Color Is Found Right Here
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I have a bad headache tonight and the words just are not coming out right. They are stuck somewhere between my brain and the keys like they are stuck at the fingertips and I am sure that the colors on the paper are saying more than I can at the moment. The story about the walk and the clouds and the sun (if you look you will see the clouds and sun, really) just isn't making it to the keys tonight. So, for now, this is what we have; a painting and a headache and words about not having the words to say what I was going to say. With that...Enjoy!

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by Keemo. 5.12. The Words Are In The Fingers And The Color Is Found Right Here.

The Words Are In The Fingers And The Color Is Found Right Here
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I have a bad headache tonight and the words just are not coming out right. They are stuck somewhere between my brain and the keys like they are stuck at the fingertips and I am sure that the colors on the paper are saying more than I can at the moment. The story about the walk and the clouds and the sun (if you look you will see the clouds and sun, really) just isn't making it to the keys tonight. So, for now, this is what we have; a painting and a headache and words about not having the words to say what I was going to say. With that...Enjoy!

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by Keemo. 5.8. Scenes From A Balcony #1.

Scenes From A Balcony #1
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I was sent a picture of an unknown person standing on an unknown balcony with an unknown city behind him. The railing that kept him from falling many floors down was not visible in the photo so it looked like he was floating in front the buildings, like a superhero only not very much super and not very much here. All rather normal I may say. There was no return address on the envelope and I didn't recognize the handwriting. I do not know the man in the photo. I still am not sure if all this stuff has any importance at all on anything other than it was another strange thing that arrived in my mailbox. Either way, if this isn't reason for a painting than I don't know what is. With that, next time you are on a balcony with the world out behind your back, take a picture and send it over, I'll make Scenes From A Balcony #2... Enjoy!

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by Keemo. 5.7. Keemo Was Here.

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A few years ago I (and my art) was reviewed by someone who said that my artwork was just "abstract graffiti" because I incorporated a lot of old materials and bits of old magazines or books that were on their way to the trash. It was definitely intended to be a derogatory statement about my artwork. Long story short, after reading it, I went through some old papers, found something, painted "Keemo Was Here" and mailed it to him. Inspiration is all around us if you just look... Well, that was the start of the Keemo Was Here graffiti pieces. Over the years I have done hundreds of these in many different forms and they have ended up all over the world and in many different locations. This is my reminder to always turn someone elses negativity into something postive. Create something where others feel the need to dismantle. Well, with that, Keemo Was Here... Enjoy!

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by Keemo. 5.5. Still A Possiblity. #3.

Still A Possiblity. #3
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I was in a car accident a while ago. It was one of those that everyone walks from. I have heard many people say that at the moment of impact that your life flashes before your eyes. This didn't happen to me. It was more like the inside surface of the car flashing on the outside of my head. It all happens so quickly. You blink and it is over. Instead of “flashing,” I really think that is in those hours afterward that your life strolls slowly by your eyes and you think about it all, the past, the present, the future, those people in your life and out. You think how lucky you are to see your breath in the cold air while waiting for the police to arrive. You think how the pain in your neck is really nothing compared to what could have been. You think that there is nothing wrong with hitting redial on your cell phone 11 times because hearing her voice is about the only thing that matters. It is these moments that you slow and think about it all and are thankful that all of this that we do is still a possibility...Enjoy!

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by Keemo. 5.1. Many Miles And Years From Algebra Daydreams

Many Miles And Years From Algebra Daydreams
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I have been attempting to write a story about why this newspaper clipping from 1977 was particularly meaningful to me but it just keeps coming out a little off. Going over the story of how I discovered Anais Nin around the age of 15 seems a bit corny for some reason tonight. It was during the Henry Miller phase I was going through and I spent hours in those books and when I was daydreaming in Algebra class, I was in Paris in the 1930's because no one at that age in the desks around me knew what any of that stuff was all about...the writing and painting and music and all the other stuff that if you read the books you know what I mean and somewhere inside I needed to get away from that small town and I suppose eventually I did and I think I found my Anais and I have been with her ever since... I guess I will just leave it at that for tonight... Enjoy!

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