Daily Keemo. 3.11.11 Taking Up Roots

Taking Up Roots

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This is one of those that I don’t think a story is really necessary. I think this one does a good job on it’s own.

Daily Keemo. 3.9.11 There Are Words And These Are Not His

There Are Words And These Are Not His

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There is a man and
this is his portrait and
there are words and
these are
not his.

It is late and
in daydream
I see his face and
wonder where
he went and
what world he travels in and
I bet the hole in his
heart is much bigger than it is in mine and
this is his portrait and
these words are
not his.

Daily Keemo. 2.28.11 OK, I Will

OK, I Will

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He was a bit of a jerk and I could tell he didn't take too kindly to "those artist types" (whatever that meant) and then he found out I was one of them "artist types" and asked me what I painted and I said "people, mainly" and then he said, "paint this!" and he opened his mouth wide and made a really ugly face at me thought he was really funny and then I said,

"OK, I will."

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?

 .... Enjoy! 

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!

Daily Keemo. 5.28. Words Not Heard And The World Moves On Without You

Words Not Heard And The World Moves On Without You
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I was standing next to the car
pumping gas and in the next
car over there was a couple having an argument
about something and
he yelled and then
she yelled and then
he yelled and
this went on and on and on and
I tried not to listen and I thought about
my flight that leaves early tomorrow morning and
how I bet one of them would be much happier than I am to
get on that flight
taking them a long way from here and
I don't want to go anywhere
and
the yelling continued and
they both just wanted to be heard
and
they never did pump their gas.

At least while I was there.

... Enjoy!

Daily Keemo. 5.21. A Reason For Laughing

A Reason For Laughing
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I remember his striped shirt and
that his finger got slammed in the car door once and
he went home crying and
we all laughed because that
is what groups of young boys do when
things like that happen.

When I look back it was one of the few times that
I feel bad for laughing.

I remember one winter that his
pool was frozen on top and we all dared him
to walk across it and we knew he would
because that is what he did and
three steps across he fell into
the icy pool and
he went home crying and
we all laughed because that
is what groups of young boys do when
things like that happen.

When I look back it was one of the few times that
I feel bad for laughing.

I remember once he came over crying and
asked if I would help him look for his dog that
was on the loose and I did and as
we walked, yelling for his dog
I could hear in his voice that
he was just like me and
we never did find the dog and
I never found
another reason to laugh at him
again.

... Enjoy!

Daily Keemo. 5.14. Nothing Wrong With

Nothing Wrong With
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Well, this is one of those that doesn't have a story. I know, I know but sometimes you just have to paint to paint and that is enough. Nothing wrong with that. Well, with that... Enjoy!

Daily Keemo. 5.12. For Another Day

For Another Day
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Well, you know what? I think tonight is one of those nights that I am going to leave the story up to you. I mean this is a portrait of a real person, in a real city, with a real name but for some reason when I look at this finished painting I think that I am going to save that story for another day. So, for this one, the gaps are for you to fill (or not) ... Enjoy!