Not Wish There Was Another
I will take this moment and
keep it to myself and
not wish there was another
moment like this one
because there will never be and
closing my eyes
I wait
for the next
moment to come.
... Enjoy!
Friday, July 1, 2011
Daily Keemo. 7.1.11. Not Wish There Was Another
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Daily Keemo. 6.29.11. Only The Parts Of The Body
Only The Parts Of The Body
The small light
lit up only the
parts of the body
that I was
talking to and
her eyes and
lips and
nose and
cheeks where
all there and
the rest melted into
nothing.and
I melted into
her..
... Enjoy!
Monday, June 20, 2011
Daily Keemo. 6.20.11. Nothing But The Sound of Nothing
Nothing But The Sound of Nothing
This is one of those that doesn't have a story that goes along with it. A painting, a late night and out the window there is nothing but the sound of nothing.
... Enjoy!
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Daily Keemo. 6.9.11. This Is Where I Hope To Begin Again
This Is Where I Hope To Begin Again
The house is still mainly in boxes littered around the rooms and I type at a borrowed folding table and this is the first painting in weeks and it worked it's way out at 2:30 this morning, when I couldn't sleep, laying there thinking about these paints all boxed up and locked up and going nowhere and I was starting to feel like I was going nowhere and I was boxed up and I got my sleepy you know what out of bed and cleared a spot in the basement and laid out a few color and a blank piece of hard stock and went to work and when I awoke this morning this is what sat on the table and this is where I hope to begin again....Enjoy!
Monday, May 16, 2011
Daily Keemo. 5.16.11. After Three Days There Is More Than Emptiness
After Three Days There Is More Than Emptiness
I am sorry. The words just aren't here tonight. For the last three days I have been painting non-stop for an upcoming show at The Richard App Gallery. I got the details Saturday and for the three days that followed it was nothing but eating, sleeping and hunching over 12 canvases. My brain and eyes are spent. So, after finishing up all 12 peices, I took a moment to work on this one. Just to change the speed and just to remind myself why I paint in the first place ...Enjoy!
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Daily Keemo. 5.5.11. In Waking Moments I Wish These Were The Only Two Choices
In Waking Moments I Wish These Were The Only Two Choices
The Story:
Life is simple.
Life is complex.
...Enjoy!
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Daily Keemo. 3.23. So Long, Cowboy
So Long, Cowboy
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The Story
This is the next painting in the cowboy series. To be honest I wrestled with even selling this painting. It is the first one in a while that I really wanted to keep. I even know right where I would hang it. However, I have long thought that holding on to my own artwork prevents me from moving forward and trying new things as painter. So, dang it, it has to go. I know that may sound silly but it seems to work for me and as a painter it is usually more about the process of painting than where the painting stops but this falling cowboy has it's hooks in me. So long, Cowboy. With that... Enjoy!
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Daily Keemo. 3.22 I Don't Mean The Flowery, Head-In-The Clouds Kind Of Dreamer
I Don't Mean The Flowery, Head-In-The Clouds Kind Of Dreamer
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The Story
My entire life I have been an insane dreamer. I don't mean like a flowery, head in the clouds kind of dreamer but I mean real sleeping dreams. The kind you have when you have a fever but I have them all of the time. They rarely make sense and often I am aware that I am dreaming or everything is so real in my dream I think I am awake. I won't bore you with the details of last night's dream because frankly if I tried to write about it, it wouldn't make a bit of sense to anyone. There was one thing or person however that stuck with me long after I awoke and that was the man who was really a reptile but was really a man and at different times he would become more of one or the other and we would have conversations and in the dream I did not think it was odd that he was like this, it was normal and our conversations where normal and I learned things from. I am going to stop there because if I go on it will make less and less sense and really the important part as far as this portrait is concerned is that it is him or it or the words we shared that is this portrait and everything else will fall into the void of nowhere only to resurrect itself on some other evening while the rest of the world is asleep...Enjoy!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Daily Keemo. 4.13.11. The Is A Heart Where The Hole Used To Be
The Is A Heart Where The Hole Used To Be
The Story:
Simply, just as the title suggests.
Enjoy!
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Daily Keemo. 4.5.11. There Are Words And These Are Not His
There Are Words And These Are Not His
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.
Enjoy!
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