by Keemo. 4.30. It Is Easier To Do Nothing Than To Paint A Picture

It Is Easier To Do Nothing Than To Paint A Picture
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This is not a story of the painting but simply about a moment in time when there was time and there was paint and there was music and there was rain outside the window and the dog was laying at my feet and the door was closed and there was a moment to paint so I took that moment and turned it around into orange and blue and pink and line and sometimes that is all it needs to be about; the colors and the line and the time to put them together... Enjoy!

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by Keemo. 4.29. I Feel Alot Like The Rain That Is Falling Out My Window.

I Feel Alot Like The Rain That Is Falling Out My Window.
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Somewhere over the years I have acquired The Teachings of the Compassionate Buddha. (1st edition. 1955.) It was most definitely acquired during those years when I was running from the Catholicism that I was raised with and searching out all the different religions to try and make sense of all the stuff that was thrown at me from the altar and the catechism classes and all the other moments when you are stuffed with answers to questions that you are not even really asking. It is now many years later and it is safe to say that I am still searching and I am definitely looking for different things then I was then and I have now have a lot less questions. If there is one thing that I have learned from this book and all the other "books," it is that you don't necessarily have to have specific questions in order to find answers. I suppose that this page from the chapter, Treading the Path to Nirvana, fits somewhere into this idea. Or maybe it is the other way around. Well, with that, I will leave this one and may we all find our own paths to nirvana and may all of our paths cross at one time along the way... Enjoy!

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Daily Keemo. 4.24. A Little Of Both, I Suppose.

A Little Of Both, I Suppose.
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I am sure we all have this happen at some point. You meet a person who reminds you of yourself at one point in your life. This happens to us all doesn't it? (or is it just me?) This particular kid was the 15 year old me. The 15 year old me that hid behind a lock of hair that fell in front of my eyes. The 15 year old me that thought he knew more than he really did and couldn't make sense of the half the he did know. The 15 year old me that looked for confidence at the bottom of a bottle of something and started smoking and found solice in an old typewriter and cheap watercolors and when the lights were off he stared at the ceiling and had questions that would not get answered until many years later. The 15 year old me that dated a girl who said she'd kill herself if I left. I didn't leave for 2 years. It was the 15 year old me that that was standing in front of me and standing there I knew a portrait was in order. As I look at this painting though, I'm not sure of who the portrait is really of. A little of both, I suppose. It always is a little of both, isn't it?... Enjoy!

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Daily Keemo. 4.24. A Little Of Both, I Suppose.

A Little Of Both, I Suppose.
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I am sure we all have this happen at some point. You meet a person who reminds you of yourself at one point in your life. This happens to us all doesn't it? (or is it just me?) This particular kid was the 15 year old me. The 15 year old me that hid behind a lock of hair that fell in front of my eyes. The 15 year old me that thought he knew more than he really did and couldn't make sense of the half the he did know. The 15 year old me that looked for confidence at the bottom of a bottle of something and started smoking and found solice in an old typewriter and cheap watercolors and when the lights were off he stared at the ceiling and had questions that would not get answered until many years later. The 15 year old me that dated a girl who said she'd kill herself if I left. I didn't leave for 2 years. It was the 15 year old me that that was standing in front of me and standing there I knew a portrait was in order. As I look at this painting though, I'm not sure of who the portrait is really of. A little of both, I suppose. It always is a little of both, isn't it?... Enjoy!

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Daily Keemo. 4.23. It Was Before The Pedal Went Through The Floor.

It Was Before The Pedal Went Through The Floor
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It was last year that he went off the deep end and drove his car, with the pedal to the floor, down the main street in town and he didn't stop at the lights or the stop signs and he just tried to ram his car into anything else on the road. I think someone may have died...

It seems strange now but I remember when I was in high school he was my friend and we were both in "art club" after school and we shot a movie on one of these 8mm cameras. It was called "Smoking" and if I remember it was very short and it was just footage of us smoking and we framed it oddly and put music to it that we wrote and played and we thought we were being pretty creative for living out there in those low rent suburbs with all those kids who wouldn't know art if it was smeared on the lable of their jeans. There were only a few of us that got it and by it I mean the point to the movie and all the rest of the things we tried to pass off as art during those years...

Eventually, his driving rampage down Main St. came to a stop when his car finally could go on no further and the police got ahold of him and shipped him off to have his brain looked at and I am pretty sure that they are still looking at it. I haven't heard where he is locked up or if the walls have padding. I don't keep in touch with any of the people that would know something like that. I wonder if he still has the Super 8 movie that we made stashed in a box somewhere. I wonder if he even remembers it. I wonder if he was smoking while driving his car like an arrow down the road. I wonder...

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Daily Keemo. 4.22. The Business Is More Of An Art Than The Art Is A Business.

The Business Is More Of An Art Than The Art Is A Business
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There once was an art gallery in the empty store front that we are standing in front of. It was only last summer we went in and looked at the artwork and talked with the owner who was a nice lady and was trying to bring more high priced abstract artwork to the little town. She had some small sugar cookies on a white plate and I had one and it was good and we made small talk about art and the weather and business and I never did mention that I was a painter and lived right around the corner, although I did mention that the cookies where very good and the weather was perfect and that the business well...was more of an art than the art is a business and I remember walking out thinking that I hoped that she could make it in this little town and somewhere in the back of my mind I knew it would be tough but who was I too say. Well, here is to her and the sugar cookies and the empty store front and everything that happened between then and now...Enjoy!

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Daily Keemo. 4.21. Still A Possiblity. #2.

Still A Possiblity. #2
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I was in a car accident this week. It was one of those that everyone walks from. I have heard many people say that at the moment of impact that your life flashes before your eyes. This didn't happen to me. It was more like the inside surface of the car flashing on the outside of my head. It all happens so quickly. You blink and it is over. Instead of “flashing,” I really think that is in those hours afterward that your life strolls slowly by your eyes and you think about it all, the past, the present, the future, those people in your life and out. You think how lucky you are to see your breath in the cold air while waiting for the police to arrive. You think how the pain in your neck is really nothing compared to what could have been. You think that there is nothing wrong with hitting redial on your cell phone 11 times because hearing her voice is about the only thing that matters. It is these moments that you slow and think about it all and are thankful that all of this that we do is still a possibility...Enjoy!

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Daily Keemo. 4.20. Ninja #1 - The Japanese Series.

Daily Keemo. 4.20. Ninja #1 - The Japanese Series.
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Well, this is it for the The Japanese Series Ninjas. The first one in the series but the last one to go. Not sure where the ninja series will go next but I'm sure it will arise somewhere else. So, what does the ninja have to do with art. Well, I have said many times over the years that to many people take thier artwork way too 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. Every art collection, no matter how serious, needs one. Shoot the more serious your collection, the more ninja paintings you should probably have. Sitting there in your art collection, just waiting for the moment, the ninja will strike. Be careful. Respect the ninja and respect is what you will be given in return... it is the ninja way...Enjoy you art!

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Daily Keemo. 4.15. Here Is To You.

Here Is To You
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He is the most creative person I know but he does not lift a brush. He is the hardest working person I know but he hides his calluses well. He is the smartest person I know but he does not talk about it. He is the kindest person I know but he never asks for anything in return. He is the most humble person I know so it is his portrait that is here. Here is to you... Enjoy!

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Daily Keemo. 4.14. I Haven't Learned Alot Of Things, I Suppose

I Haven't Learned Alot Of Things, I Suppose
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It was quiet at the house tonight. They were both gone and I put on Pandora and streamed music while sitting over the paints and daydreaming about everything that is going on in the days and nights and minutes in between all the things that mean something. The music was quiet enough that I could hear the heater kick on and off and on and off and the sleeve of my shirt got dipped in the paint again and it always happens and you would think that I would learn by now after all these years but I haven't. I haven't learned alot of things, I suppose. As I put down the big patch of green on this picture I hear the car pull in and the dog barks and he runs to the window and wags his tail and one of the ladies is home and the house will soon not be so quiet but if there is one thing that I have learned, it is that when the door opens and she walks in everything will be perfectly alright... Enjoy!

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