Daily Keemo. 6.19. Not Too Much So The Rain Stays Out

Not Too Much So The Rain Stays Out
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1.) Self doubt hangs in the air tonight and under my desklamp I find the colors are thinking the same thing.

2.) The window is cracked just enough to let air in but not too much so the rain stays out.

3.) There is music on and sometimes I don't hear it because I am some place else and rarely do you get visitors when you are there.

4.) I kept putting black down on the paper because black is the only paint color that covers up the mess you make.

5.) There is a reason for everything but at the moment I can't think of what any of those might be.

6.) Self doubt hangs in the air tonight and as I write this the rest of the world moves on and the meaning is found somewhere between my hand and yours.

... Enjoy!

Daily Keemo. 6.17. While Sitting And Waiting

While Sitting And Waiting
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She leaves
the room and
I think of
the things that
happened when she
was there and
when she
returns
it
continues.

...Enjoy!

Daily Keemo. 6.10. I Remember Her Colors Are Purple And Pink

I Remember Her Colors Are Purple And Pink
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The bracelet that she gave me is made of orange rubber and when you take it off it takes the shape of a heart and when you put it back on it just appears to be a rubber band and it is like a secret handshake that only her and I know about. I don't wear it all the time. Just when it seems like the distance between us has grown and also in those late nights over the paints and keys to remind me what is really important and what all this is really about. I remember her colors are a purple and pink and I layer the black on for me and all the other colors fill the space between us.

There will be a day when she will read this and know what it means to have small things that remind us of the big things and in the end that everything I do has something to do with her.

.... Enjoy!

Daily Keemo. 6.8. Did I Tell You Already?

Did I Tell You Already?
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My face turns red when I drink. Of course, last night there was a large group of people so I drank more than usual and the night before that was the same thing and for a moment I found myself alone at a table and there was a hum of conversation floating above all of our heads and I looked into the distance and thought about things and sipped at my beer and maybe even gave the illusion that I had wanted to be alone at the table with my beer and my thoughts but it wasn't the case. I imagined the small talk taking place and there were tables with laughter and tables with quiet discussion and tables with everything in between and at my table was a discussion of one and then she sat down and smiled and started talking and she saved me and did I tell you that my face turns red when I drink?

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Daily Keemo. 6.4. A Meeting Between Time, An Object, A Moment And You

A Meeting Between Time, An Object, A Moment And You
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Those where the years when I just wanted to leave. There was a world to see but I was still in school and I was sure that the rest of the world was spinning around while I rotted away in a little lower class suburb in West Michigan figuring out what everything was about and where I fit into it. It was around this time that I discovered painting, writing and Tropic of Cancer. There are moments in your life when the timing of discovery could not be more perfect. As if a meeting had been arranged by someone between time, an object, a moment and you and it comes together and moves you through your current place in life. I drank in Tropic of Cancer in a few days and then started it right over and read it again in a few days. I still have the original copy that I read way back then. Somehow, over the years, the first 10 pages have gone missing, the covers is ripped and thumbsucked and as I skimmed through the remaining pages and randomly sampled paragraphs and sentences, I decided that I am going to work on turning the rest of the pages of this same book into my own work of art as a tip of that hat to those days and these words and here it continues with page 61. So, with that here is #7 of the series and it will be complete when there are no more pages left...Enjoy!

.... Enjoy!

Daily Keemo. 6.4. The Minutes Walk By Like Strangers In A Dream

The Minutes Walk By Like Strangers In A Dream
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It was warm and sunny and
we sat out back drinking
bottles of champagne at
two in the afternoon
and
in between pours
the bottles sat in a big bucket of ice water to
keep it true and
after a long summer pull on her glass
she leaned back in her chair and
mentioned how nice it felt to be
wrapped in the sun and
I knew what she meant and
I felt the same way and
we talked and poured and
talked and all the other things that you do on
days like these and
wrapped in sun.

.... Enjoy!