Daily Keemo. 8.27. These Are The Paintings That Make A Painter.

These Are The Paintings That Make A Painter
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I really don't try to take myself too seriously. I think if I did I would have given up painting along time ago. I probably would have given up alot of other things as well over the years. Heck, maybe that's just a coping mechanism or something but either way it is what makes it possible to paint a duck that looks like this and feel just fine about it. Honestly, I think it is the first painting of a duck that made me smile. (except for Daffy Duck of couse). Anyway, not much of a story I know, but it's OK, it is not about the story, it's about the duck and not taking yourself and your art so seriously that you can't enjoy it... Enjoy!

PS. I just want to drop a quick hello to Marie who suggested the duck. She actually has pet Rouen ducks. (It is nice to live in a world where people can choose to have pet ducks, isnt it?) Sorry this doesn't have a green head like yours.

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Daily Keemo. 8.26. The Paint Speaks For The Words Tonight

The Paint Speaks For The Words Tonight
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Sometimes it is just about the painting and not about these words. So, the fewer the words the better on this one... Enjoy!

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Daily Keemo. 8.24. This Day, Like Others, Is Unlike Any Day, Before

This Day, Like Others, Is Unlike Any Day, Before
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I did a commission about a year ago that was a bunch of eyes. That's it. Eyes. They were all black and white. All different sizes. All different shapes. (Just like real eyes, I suppose) I have been meaning to do a color version ever since but I kept forgetting about it. Well, I didn't forget about it today. I'm not sure what made this day any different that I finally remembered. I suppose, I don't know what makes any day different for that matter. It just works out that way and I am glad that it does. So, that is that. 150 eyes... Enjoy!

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Daily Keemo. 8.22. 5 Reasons To Be Standing Together

5 Reasons To Be Standing Together
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I wrote the small story to go along with this painting and decided that it wasnt the right time or place to post that particularly story. (particularly since I decided to post this painting on ebay) It didn't seem like the right forum. I think I'm going to file the original story away for the book of short stories or for some other platform. Anyway, that leaves this one open to do as you wish with. 5 people with 5 hearts and 5 reasons to be standing together... Enjoy!
 

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Daily Keemo. 8.19. My Crazy Water Has Vodka In It

My Crazy Water Has Vodka In It
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When I found this post card from 1930's I had no idea that is was a real place. So, I did a little reseach and here is what I found:The majestic Crazy Hotel built in 1927 is the site of the third well dug in Mineral Wells in 1881, which coined the phrase Crazy Water. When the well was completed, many people came to drink from it. Among the crowd was a woman who suffered from some type of mental disorder. The local children called her the "Crazy Lady". The legend says that after the woman drank the water for a period of time, she was cured. Thus the name Crazy Water and the Crazy Well. The Crazy Well grew into the Crazy Water Pavilion and in 1927, Carr Collins build the Crazy Hotel at a cost of $1,000,000. The Crazy Hotel contains over 200 guest rooms, a spacious lobby and incorporates the Crazy Water Pavilion. The top floor of the Hotel has a glass enclosed ballroom which opens onto a rooftop garden. What more can you say? You can't make up a better story than that... Enjoy!

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Daily Keemo. 8.13. In The Concrete Details

In The Concrete Details
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I enjoy walking around the city and looking at the buildings and hearing the car horns and you can feel the history in the sidewalks and in the concrete details and it makes me feel like I am at the crossroads of "then" and "now" and somewhere at the crossroads, for a brief moment, time stops and you stop and you soak it all in and the city exhales and then you move on and on and on and so does the city... Enjoy!

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Daily Keemo. 8.11. All The Hopes That Goes Along With It

All The Hopes That Goes Along With It
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It's late and I am much closer to the morning alarm than I should be. There is this painting and all the hopes that go along with it and someday there will be no morning alarm and I am sure of it and it will only come at the hands of these paintings and these words and as I paint and daydream and write, it is this moment in which I can be who I am and open up my gut and make it real and there is no pretense of anything, but what is. We all need that thing that we do that we define as us. We define it. It does not define us. This how we know when we have found that which makes us whole. With that, here is to finding that thing in your life that is you and that you make yours... Enjoy!

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Daily Keemo. 8.10. The Distance Between Years

The Distance Between Years
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I don't know why I was thinking of him while painting this picture. I don't think of him often but when I do it is never a good thing. I may have told the story before but I was thinking about that moment again and it reminded my of why we haven't spoken in many years. I was a senior in high school and there was no talk of college with him because the only place I wanted to go to was art school and he could not wrap his head around art school and for some reason he took me to McDonalds and I sat across from him eating a hamburger and as we talked I got the sense that he didn't like me very much. I think it was because I wasn't saying the things that he wanted to hear. "What do you want to do with your life?" he asked. "I want to go to art school." I took a bite of my hamburger. My long hair covered my eyes. "What are you going to do at art school? What good will that do you?" I was too afraid of him at that time to have any kind of discussion with him. And he so far away from me that he would have never been able to see my point of view anyway. "What about the Marines?" He went on to tell me about what the Marines did for him. I looked down and didn't answer. I remember the silence after that and the drive home seemed long even though we lived close. It is odd to think that you can be so alone with family in the car seat next to you. It is even more odd to think that you can feel so much better with them so far away. As I write this, I can't help but think that he would miss the point if he were to read this. He would want to make it about him. It is no longer about him. It is about me and my own family and my own friends and also about all of you who get what it means to help people grow and thrive and become what they want and not what you want, because in the end that is what we are here for isn't it? ... Enjoy!

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Daily Keemo. 8.8. The Sun Will Soon Follow

The Sun Will Soon Follow
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I have been having many days like this lately. The days when you have to stop and think about what the hell you are doing. I don't mean in the small "why-am-I-wearing-this-shirt" kind of way but in the "what-is-my-purpose-here-and-why-do-I-spend-my-energy-on-the-things-I-do-and-am-I-making-a-difference-in-anyone's-life-but-my-own" kind of way. You look at normal objects and can't help but reflect on those moments before and after the one that you are currently in. As I listen to it rain outside the window, I can't help but think that this can be a dangerous place to exist in for too long. That place where everything becomes only about the rain and is not about the sun that is soon to follow. So, with that, here is to taking stock in who you are and remembering that the sun will be here soon. ... Enjoy!
 

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Daily Keemo. 8.7. Half Way Between Reason And Dream

Half Way Between Reason And Dream
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Here is another where you get to make up your own story for it. I'll supply a title and you can fill in the rest. Heck, it doesn't even have to have one, if you don't want. It is up to you. I'm just the painter... Enjoy!

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Daily Keemo. 8.5. You Go With It And This Is What You Get

You Go With It And This Is What You Get
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Sometimes you just have to paint because it is what you want to do. It doesn't have to be about anything in particular. It can just for the sake of painting and listening to music while you have some time when everyone else is out and there is rain coming down outside the open window behind you and you think a white figure with catlike ears is just the thing simply because when you paint there aren't any rules and the white figure with catlike ears is what seems right at the moment and you go with it and this is what you end up with.... Enjoy!

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Daily Keemo. 8.4. Better To Be Over Head Than Under Foot

Better To Be Over Head Than Under Foot
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I walk around with my head in the clouds. A lot. Part ADD and part daydream and part who knows what else. I am sure that in some medical journal somewhere, there is a specific diagnosis for it and there is probably even a pill or an injection or a therapy to fix it, to bring me down out of them clouds but between you and me, I don't think it really needs fixing. The other part of it is I know many of you are up there too and frankly I would rather being hanging out there with you art lovin folks than down here with well... non-art loving folks. Well, honestly, I don't know where I am going with this. I guess wherever I end up it is with this painting... Enjoy!

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Daily Keemo. 8.2. Walking With Thoughts Brings Thoughts When Walking

Walking With Thoughts Brings Thoughts When Walking
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I went for a walk and it was dark and there was little noise other than the sounds that came from my feet as they hit the pavement. The neighborhood was quiet and the interiors of houses where lit up and the images played like silent movies in the window frames. As I walked I couldn't help but feel like I have reached a crossroads. Like it is time for a change. Real change. Late night walks do that to you. You question and think and observe and daydream and replay and at the end of the walk the world seems a bit different than when you set out. Now, that I am back at the keyboard and the alarm clock is getting closer and the politics of the corporate world are only hours away, I can't help but feel like I am still at that crossroads, still on that walk, still listening only to myself and the sound of my feet as they hit the pavement again and again and again... Enjoy!
 

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