Daily Keemo. 12.22. Somewhere Between Sad And Melancholy

Somewhere Between Sad And Melancholy
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I know that I sometimes share things in these stories that are not the most uplifting or they sometimes dwell on the places in life that exist somewhere between sad and melancholy. We all visit that place from time to time and as I write this I can't help but think that it isn't even necessarily that of a bad place to be from time to time. (It is just important that you don't stay there for too long) As I have mentioned before, I get a lot of letters and email from people that open up and share stories with me in return. Many of these stories make me realize that no matter how many bumps there may have been in my road, many others are 10 times more so and in comparison my path is as flat as glass and as tranquil as holding hands. These are the stories that really make my heart burst. Not only for what these people have gone through but that they would consider sharing with me and it reminds me that these portraits and this art is not really about the colors and lines but about the connections between people and time and healing and growth and existence and in all of that is meaning and in the end it is the painting that is least remembered...Enjoy!

Daily Keemo. 7.22. Three Years Is Long Enough

Three Years Is Long Enough
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We were out on the patio. Just the two of us. We were at the Winchester on Wealthy St. I was drinking Arcadia and she drank water and occassionally she took sips off my beer and as we talked I could see my reflection in the lenses of her big sunglasses. Dinner came while were looking at photos of an old of friend on my phone and there were many photos of his new baby and all the photos had a sense of something that was beginning and it made me think that I am a long way from a beginning, or an end for that matter, and I realized that it doesn't seem right to think in terms of beginnings and ending but only thinking of the stuff in between. (that is really the hard part)... The waitress brought another Arcadia and I took a healthy pull on it and it tasted good and I overheard the woman behind me say to her friend, "Three years I was with him and that's it. It's over." Your could hear her broken heart speaking in her words and for some reason three years didn't seem that long and then I realized that it was long enough. It is long enough. Enjoy!

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