Featured Keemo. 1.12.12. It Is Easy When You Do Not Know That Your Days Are Finite #1

It Is Easy When You Do Not Know That Your Days Are Finite #1

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The Story
I was driving down the highway, in the middle of nowhere and I was thinking about everything that I shouldn't be wasting time thinking about. You know, the silly stuff that fights for your attention. What needs to be done, what isn't done yet, what should be done, who needs what, the car needs tires, the fridge needs food, the house needs heat, the kids needs a college education and all that stuff. I could go on and on and on but I know most of you know exactly what I am talking about. Anyway, I am driving down the highway, thinking about these things and then traffic slows to a halt and there is a big line of us sitting on the highway and I stare to my right and into the field and there cows right up near the fence just staring at us all sitting in our cars, growing impatient for not moving and thinking all our silly things and they are calm and their movements are deliberate and I can't help but think that there is something to be learned here. The traffic starts to inch forward and I soon leave the cows behind and I leave all those silly stresses behind there with them and drive on to another day where all things seem possible. ... Enjoy!

Daily Keemo. 12.30.11. There Are 10 Visions And Each One Is Connected To The Last

There Are 10 Visions And Each One Is Connected To The Last

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The Story
This year ends in ten days and there are ten days before we start it all over and you can fill each day with ten reasons why each breath should mean more than the last and we have ten days to know that we are not starting anything over but that with each of those days it is possible to watch the continuation of the last. ... Enjoy!

Daily Keemo. 11.15.11. Beauty Is Always Found In The Stillness

Beauty Is Always Found In The Stillness

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The Story
Tchaikovsky.
Is in the room with me.
Tonight.
His notes are words in a conversation that I having with myself, alone. 
With Tchaikovsky.
Across the room I raise my glass to him. He says, it is all found in the number 20 in C sharp minor. I disagree and mention that all truths and self discovery are found in Sonata 14 in C sharp minor (Beethoven). It is the gentle notes and spaces where your reflection is the clearest. It is the spaces between the notes where the haunting takes place. it is the notes that bring you back to this world.
Tchaikovsky is in the room with me tonight and he motions to the black keys and then to the white ones and points out how they make no noise on their own but beauty is always found in the stillness and that there is always music with or without the keys. ...Enjoy!

Daily Keemo. 10.10.11. A Beard By Any Other Name Is Still A Beard

A Beard By Any Other Name Is Still A Beard

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The Story
We were talking about beards from some reason and as can you can imagine there is not much to note from that conversation. However, I am fairly certain that I had never drew or painted a beard. (At least that I can remember) There was the "mustache" series from a few years ago but no beards. Anyway, I figured it's about time I give it a try.

... Enjoy!

Daily Keemo. 10.1. The Intersection Of Then And Now. A Series.

The Intersection Of Then And Now. A Series.
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The Story

I lay on the floor and think of
the past and
doubt my place
in the present and
wish that there were
answers written in
the cracks across the ceiling.

Self doubt is change
dressed up in
the clothes of yesterday.
.
I lay on the floor and think of
my flight that leaves soon and
wonder what really happens in the open air
up that high.

Self worth is self doubt
dressed up as
someone else.

... Enjoy!

Daily Keemo. 9.30.11. May My Judges Remember That I Am Made Of Bone

May My Judges Remember That I Am Made Of Bone

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The Story
I think the title says it all with this one. Don't you?

.... Enjoy!

Daily Keemo. 9.26.11. When You Think Your Way Through To Morning On Silence And Darkness And Hope

When You Think Your Way Through To Morning On Silence And Darkness And Hope
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The StoryI think the title says it all with this one. Don't you?
.... Enjoy!

Daily Keemo. 9.22.11. I Wait For Some Kind Of Sign (A painting at 3:47 AM)

I Wait For Some Kind Of Sign (A painting at 3:47 AM)
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It was late. I mean real late. Like 3:47 AM kind of late. The morning alarm was less than 4 hours away and I was at the desk pushing the paints and there was no sign laying down the brushes and packing it in. Like most insomniacs, I was just getting started, I suppose. The best ideas and best words and most peaceful moments all come when the rest of the world is sleeping. Maybe it is that simple idea that keeps me awake. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm leading myself astray at the times. I will walk out into the yard at these hours and look up and down the street and hope to see some kind of sign that there is someone else at that moment that shares this idea. It never happens. I listen to the silence for a moment, then always walk back in and sit back in front of the paints and push them around until they speak to me no more and the room goes dark.
.... Enjoy!

Daily Keemo. 9.15.11. I Have Four Dreams And In Each One

l Have Four Dreams And In Each One
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I have four dreams and
in each one
you are there.

There is a dream for the
past
present
future
and
each moment in between
where there are
no words or
colors
or
line
to express
it all.

I have four dreams and
in each one
you are there.

Daily Keemo. 9.12.11. ln Nature We Can Find Ourselves. In Ourselves We Can Find Nature.

ln Nature We Can Find Ourselves. In Ourselves We Can Find Nature.
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This is one of those that doesn't need a story to go along with it. There is enough here for us all to make up our own.... Enjoy!