If I Were A Robber I Would Look Like This.
(I Am Not So I Don't)
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This is one of those portraits that just comes along and it is really just better off without a story. Sometimes they just tell their own story and I think that this is one of those. So, with that... Enjoy!
She Likes Pink. I Like Black.
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She likes pink. I like black. I guess in some contexts that may say something about our personalities but I dont think it really does. I am sure those two colors imply something different to everyone of us and in many cases may even be considered complete opposites. She likes pink. I like black. Before I started writing this I thought I would use the colors to illustrate the differences between us that are ultimately threaded back together by other more important things but now I am thinking that I have written that story many times before. Actually, I guess I am writing that right now, aren't I? So, I guess I will leave it at that... She likes pink. I like black... Enjoy!
The Color Of Movement Is Red Yellow Green
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The table was small. By the window. We sat across from each other for a long time. We talked. There were flowers in between us on the table. There were bluffs of snow out the window behind her. It seems less and less frequent that opportunities like that present themselves. You know, those times when you just sit and talk and don't feel like you have to do anything other than what is happening at that moment. Maybe I should reword that, it seems less and less frequent that I make opportunities like that happen. I know I work too much and these last couple years more than ever. I tell myself there is a reason for all those hours over the paints and working but sitting there at the table with her I have a hard time remembering why those hours are so important. We talked and drank and ate for a long time and outside the world went by in cars and trucks and the street light went on, over and over; red, yellow, green and we sat there still, just the two of us and we just let it all go on ahead without us for a change....Enjoy!
The Bible Commands Christians To Kiss One Another
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This is the 14th in the "Book of Facts" series. I was going through a bunch of books that were stored away in boxes. I ran across this old book of facts. It is just page after page of facts. After about 2 pages, I thought, "this is perfect!" Well, on this page was one that I was just not expecting to see. "The bible commands Christians to kiss one another. See Romans 16:16." I think that this is one of those cases that a comment by me is not necessary and I'll just let this one go on its own. So, with that...Enjoy!
A Beautiful Day For An Education
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This is another example of a childrens song that seems really twisted when you actually read the words. Let us set the stage first. On a beautiful day for an education, a first grade classroom somewhere in the world, gathers around to sing some songs. "Let do Three Blind Mice!" says the teacher. "Yeaahhhh!" reply the kids. And then they begin:
Three blind mice. Three blind mice.
See how they run. See how they run.
They all ran after the farmer's wife,
Who cut off their tails with a carving knife,
Did you ever see such a sight in your life,
As three blind mice?
Well with that... who is in the mood for a song? ... Enjoy!
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It Means More If You Fall Down Along The Way
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I left Michigan with 3 other guys. The destination was San Diego. We each had our own reason for leaving. Its tough to say exactly what their reasons were but my reason was simple; That is where she was. I wasn't sure what I was going to do when I got there but that didn't really matter at the time. I guess it was less about what I was going to do and more about who I was going to be with. We were down to our last 4 dollars between us by the time we got to Las Vegas. There was no way we were going to make it to California, so we each took a $1.00 and played the nickel slots in some casino next to a McDonalds. Somehow, we ended up winning around $120.00 between us by the time we left. We walked to McDonalds, celebrated with a hamburger and coke and hit the road. That was the first time in my life I think I counted myself very lucky. We headed westward and eventually made it to California. We were to meet her at a spot on Pacific Beach. I had never seen the ocean. I had not seen her in many months. After driving many hours, we pulled the car up to the spot which overlooked the ocean and when I got out I could see her down by the water with her pants rolled up and shoes in hand wading in the ocean. I remember her wearing a flowing white shirt. She was beautiful and this place was beautiful and that moment I knew that this was the second time in my life that I was truly lucky... Enjoy!
Insert Chicken And Egg Reference Here (1870)
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We like to think of technology as being something that is a recent invention. Computers, ipods, laptops, cell phones, email and all the other really technological stuff that is going on in the fields of medicine, mathematics, science, etc... (can't even guess what the military is dreaming up right now) I think of my grandfather not being able to work a VCR and I remember him saying how "everything nowadays is so new and complicated". With all that said, I found this advertisement from 1870 for the Technologist and it reminds that technology is not new at all. It is happening every day and will continue to happen as long as we are all here and evolving we will sure need our tools to evolve right along with us. (insert chicken and egg reference here). Anyway, I know I am doing a really poor job of making my point so I am going to just cut right to it. We evolve. Our tools evolve. That is technology. (oh yeah, and never lose touch on how to program your VCR.) ... Enjoy!
You No Tell Me, Is I'm Wrong? (first of 2009)
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The holidays have ended. It is January 2, 2009 and I am sitting at my desk thinking about what I am going to do with this empty year in front of me. There are a few unfinished paintings laying around. I am listening to Lightning Hopkins on the computer and he says over his guitar, "You know I'm a stranger here... You no tell me, is I'm wrong." (I am no expert but I pretty sure that those are some of the best lyrics to any song ever.) I put the brush into the paint water and sit back and listen a bit to what else Lightning has to say. I decide to pack in the paints for a while and try to catch up my email. The first email in the queue was from another painter friend with the subject "Loosing my head. Happy Holidays". I respond to his email and turn back to the paints. I think back to this empty year ahead and for once my head doesn't feel lost at all. It is all paint and music and friends and family and in the end it will all be just fine...Enjoy!
Ninja 8 - The Japanese Series
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I have said many times over the years that to many people take thier artwork way to seriously. That is not to say that artwork does not have an important role in our lives or in our day to day meandering but when it comes down to it I just remind myself that there is a reason why the brain surgeon gets paid the big bucks. Enter the Ninja. Those of you who follow my work are familiar with this idea. Every art collection, no matter how serious, needs one. Shoot the more serious the better. Sitting there in your art collection, just waiting for the moment to unleash it's fury, the ninja will strike when the time is right. Be careful. Respect the ninja and respect is what you will be given in return... it is the ninja way...Enjoy you art!
The paper is a Japanese art newpaper. (Many thanks to Anne for sending over after her recent trip to Japan. I owe you.)
A Nineteen Year Walk
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It is the classic beginning of the classic coming of age story. I was 18 and just finished high school and couldn't leave that small town fast enough and I knew that there was this whole new world out there waiting for me to run around and make all kinds of mistakes in. The day before I left to go out West, we went for a walk through a neighborhood park, and I could tell that I was hurting her alot by leaving the way that I was. I could also tell that she knew she had to let her son go and find out what things were about. My memory of that day was one of beauty. I can still see the big huge Michigan trees dropping leaves around us as we walked. The light was perfect and so was the world for the first time in a long time. Her memory of that day was one of sadness and regret. Over Christmas as we talked and shared stories, she brought up that day walking through the park. She was still sad and had feelings of regret. "I knew that you were going to struggle down the path you were choosing," she said. Looking back I know that it was the path that was necessary and that I was letting the destination choose the path and not the other way around. (there is a difference.) I suppose I think often of that walk in the park and remind myself that I am still on that path and I have not yet arrived at the destination. I guess I am still just walking in the park and yes, she is still walking there with me... Enjoy!
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