Daily Keemo. 10.29. Beauty On The Rocks. A Poem.

Beauty On The Rocks. A Poem.
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It was a long conversation and there was adult beverages involved so needless to say there was alot of poetic waxing on both sides of the table. Her brain was working in high gear and under the dim light and across the white table cloth she looked as beautiful as ever. Her lips where painted red and as we talked I could see the words float right into her ears and sit there behind her eyes, circulate and then new words came out of those red lips and this happened over and over and over and there was also laughter and during pauses I could feel her hand and hear Jazz music playing over the speakers...Enjoy!
 

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Daily Keemo. 10.26. Daydream On US131 North

Daydream On US131 North
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I was thinking of him while driving down the rainy highway this evening. I think of him often. I have not seen him in years. It has been about 15 years, I suppose. I remember when I was young and things weren't going well and life was much more complicated and I didn't have a place to sleep and eat and he let me in and there was a couch in his room and it was brown and there was heat and blankets and every day was about art and music and freedom and life had no boundries and and either did we and I look back and can't believe that most of us survived (r.i.p Brandon) and it seems like an eternity from this moment as I sit here at these keys but I know that if it wasn't for him and his kindness and his openess, that there is a good chance I wouldn't be here either. Well, with that, here is to him and his generosity and kindess and not forgetting those people in your life who help you grow to become something more than you are...Enjoy!

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Daily Keemo. 10.23. Three Days, Four Nights

Three Days, Four Nights (a painting for The Castanets because that is what I am listening to)
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Well, I am afraid it is time for a storyless painting. Just art for art and color for color and line for line...Enjoy!

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Daily Keemo. 10.20. The Blue Hello On Wood

The Blue Hello On Wood
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No story for today. Just art for a change. Just art.

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Daily Keemo. 10.15. No Words Are The Right Words

No Words Are The Right Words
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This story is short because there are tears and there is sadness. Two things that go together but should never go at all. I hate to see her sad. It makes me sick. Tears have a way of making you stop everything and then look at everything again from another way as a way of understanding how you ended up like that. Well, this story is short because there is tears and there is sadness and no words are the right words in moments like these... Enjoy!
 

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Daily Keemo. 10.13. End of Something. Start of Something.

End of Something. Start of Something.
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I was in line at the post office in Easttown and the line was long and people were getting impatient and it was Friday and it felt like everyone just was just ready to be done doing things that had to be done (like going to the post office) and maybe that was just me but I guess that is what Fridays are right? The end of something or the start of something and these were the things that I was thinking about when I heard, "Hey, I remember you" from behind me. Knocked out of my daydream I turn around to stare a really tall guy right in the chest and I look up see a big smile and a big bald head. "Well, I remember you too" and we shook hands. It was right around the time of the election and it was a Friday, just like this one and there was a long line and we started talking and we hit it off and standing there we made an unlikely pair but we hit it off again and we made small talk again and he brought up politics a bit and the economy a bit and the weather a bit and before I knew it I was getting called up to the desk. I hitched my thumb to the desk, "Well, it's my turn" and I turned and went to the desk. By the time I finished up, he was already at another teller and I walked back past the long line of people all staring straight ahead and not saying a word and afraid to make eye contact and as I walked to the car it started to rain and I kept my pace the same and let the raindrops fall as they may...Enjoy!

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Daily Keemo. 10.11. Memories Are Made Of This

Memories Are Made Of This
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It is Saturday today and there is music as I write this and there are paints too. The green, red, white, blue and black that you see here and many other colors to my left that are laying and waiting and did I mention there is music? I have the music library on shuffle and up now is Dean Martin and he is singing how "Memories Are Made of This" and what a damn fine song that is to hear right now and I know in the back of my mind that this moment will probably be one of those that gets forgotten when I look back 10 years from now. I suppose that is exactly the reason that I write about these small moments that happen during a day that will be forgotten in between all the big moments and so maybe by writing all these down day after day that Dean Martin is hitting it on the head and memories are indeed made of this...Enjoy!
 

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Daily Keemo. 10.11. Memories Are Made Of This

<CENTER><P><BR><br /><STRONG><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size=3>Memories Are Made Of This</FONT></STRONG></FONT><br />Click</P></CENTER><P align=left>It is Saturday today and there is music as I write this and there are paints too. The green, red, white, blue and black that you see here and many other colors to my left that are laying and waiting and did I mention there is music? I have the music library on shuffle and up now is Dean Martin and he is singing how "Memories Are Made of This" and what a damn fine song that is to hear right now and I know in the back of my mind that this moment will probably be one of those that gets forgotten when I look back 10 years from now. I suppose that is exactly the reason that I write about these small moments that happen during a day that will be forgotten in between all the big moments and so maybe by writing all these down day after day that Dean Martin is hitting it on the head and memories are indeed made of this...Enjoy!<br />&nbsp;<br /> <br /><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size=2>www.KeemoGallery.com<BR>  Stay Updated! Get the Keemo Newsletter</FONT></P>

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Daily Keemo. 10.9. 200 Paintings

200 Paintings from 3.13.09-9.25.09
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I like artwork that creates itself. When the story of the piece actually IS the piece. Now at first glance, some of you may look at this and think, "oh this piece is not very original, that is very pollockesque." I think you might be wrong and let me explain. Since, I usually work small, I tend to run off the paper all the time. So, I always work on top of a heavy thick paper surface. (this way I don't get paint all over my desk, table, counter, etc...) This surface travels around with me so I can paint in hotel rooms and airplanes. Well this is that surface that has been used for the last 200 Keemo paintings. So, when I look at this piece I think of the last 200 pieces of artwork and I think of all the hours and days that have gone into this and all the people that have those 200 paintings and how they are spread all around the world from Norway to the UK to Romania to Hong Kong to Hawaii to Canada to Switzerland to Austria and I like to think that whoever has this piece has a little bit of every one of those paintings... Enjoy!

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