Daily Keemo. 11.26. Bend And Sway As They Move Around Your Head

Bend And Sway As They Move Around Your Head
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The Story

My head has been in the cloud of HTML and PHP and CSS for the last few weeks while I straighten out the website and in between those acronymns there has been little time for art and color and words and thoughts that bend and sway as they move around your head. The language of acronymns cannot do that as the rules are strict and when you break them, they are indeed, broken. Well, the site is done or at least done enough to get back to the paints and the words and the color and the thoughts th that bend and sway while painting pictures of people who are like kings and kings who are like people.
…Enjoy!

Daily Keemo. 11.23. No. 2 in G Sharp Minor (the purple paint is still drying)

No. 2 in G Sharp Minor (the purple paint is still drying)
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The Story

The purple paint is still drying and the Austrian composer, Johann Hummel, is in the air and it is No 5. in F sharp and before that is was Tchaikovski and before that it was Chopin and before that the paper was white and there was nothing.

The purple paint is still drying and I am thinking about how I might answer questions for the upcoming interview that is supposed to be centered around the business of art or the current state of the art business or something like that and to be honest I think it is much easier to talk about all that stuff than it is to try and explain everything behind all the color and line and words and why it all comes together like it does.

The purple paint is still drying and I am alone in this room like I am every night at 2:00 AM and I catch myself staring at the wall in front of the desk and am thousands of miles away from the black chair I am sitting in and Hummel has been replaced by Alexander Scriabin (no. 2 in G sharp minor) and I slide off the chair and lay out on the wood floor and just listen with my eyes closed.

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Daily Keemo. 11.23. Portrait Of The Devil In Blue

Portrait Of The Devil In Blue
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The next painting from the devil series. Simply titled, Portrait Of The Devil in Blue... Enjoy!

... Enjoy!

Daily Keemo. 11.17. In Our Hands We Hold More Than Our Own Existence

In Our Hands We Hold More Than Our Own Existence
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This is one of those paintings that I think doesn't need writing to go along with it.

Just two lovers and two lovers is enough.

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Daily Keemo. 11.13. The Actress In The Movie Collecting Dust

The Actress In The Movie Collecting Dust
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I have been watching a lot of old movies recently. Films from the 30's, 40's, 50's and I guess I'll even thrown those from the 60's in there as well. (well, at least the early 60's). When I watch these old films I have a completely different experience than watching, say, a film like Inception (or insert any modern blockbuster here). There is something more honest in the old films. I don't mean that they are any more truthful as much as it feels like there isn't as much distance between you and the actors. There are not layers of digital audio blown at you and even more layers of software that modified what you are looking at. For example, Dracula (1931) doesn't really have any soundtrack to speak of, which leads to long moments of silence. Anyway, I don't know what I am really driving at other than, I love the movies and I love the old movies and here is a small homage to the old movies. Now go and rent one and see what all the new movies are missing! ... Enjoy!

Daily Keemo. 11.6. All The Good Dead Composers

All The Good Dead Composers
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All the good
dead composers
could read this and
all the good
dead composers
could craft beauty
to this but
all the good
dead composers
don't have anything
on
the living

no matter
how good
their notes are
arranged
in history.

... Enjoy!

Daily Keemo. 11.3. And The Palette Is Ours

And The Palette Is Ours
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There are times when
our words are
our words and

there are times when
our thoughts are
our thoughts and

there are times when
the empty places
in days are
dotted with
colors and
the palette is
ours and

these are the times when
my questions
finally
have
answers.

... Enjoy!

Daily Keemo. 10.30. The Sisters Diablo

It May Have Been Me
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These are the next two paintings in the devil series. That's right, this auction is for both of the paintings that you see here. There is no big back story on these two. Just that I was working away on the series and these two were sitting next to each other on the table drying and they looked like the belong together. So, you could say they were born this way. Anyway, here are The Sisters Diablo.

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Daily Keemo. 10.22. The Eight Dollar Ticket From Chicago

The Eight Dollar Ticket From Chicago

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I was going to take the taxi to VanBuren St. and just grab the train from there but I had about 30 minutes to kill so I took the taxi to the next stop and got out at Millenium station. It was rush hour and the corner was mobbed with all walk of city life and there was a wall of sound and car horns and people and the sidewalk flowed like a river going downstream and instead of walking around, I just found a spot and sat and watched. Like a stone in that river, the water of people just flowed around me as if I was a street sign or a trash can or a bus stop. After watching for about 15 minutes I noticed there was a mime directly across from me on the other side of the busy street who was pretending to yell to be heard (of seen) in the mob of uninterested passers by.

I suppose in a city like that, where everyone is anonymous, even the mime needs to yell to be noticed.

I got up, walked back to the train station, found the platform and slipped into a seat on the upper deck on the train. Everyone sat silent in their seats, waiting for the train to depart. It was so quiet, you could have even heard the mime.

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Daily Keemo. 10.19. It May Have Been Me

It May Have Been Me
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Today,
I am tired and
every
path I crossed today was
full of conflict and
I am fairly certain it may have been
me.

Today,
there are no portraits of people
only
of the cat that wanders the sidewalk
out in front of my house
and
as I watch it walk alone
and slow and
deliberate and
lazy and
disconnected,
I can't help but think
that it may just be
me.

... Enjoy!