Portrait Of A Man Who
This is a portrait of a man who
sometimes forgets about the path
that he took to where he is.
This is a portrait of a man who
remembers small details about
moments that no longer mean
anything to anyone.
This is a portrait of a man who
just wants time to slow down
so that he may enjoy every moment
of it just a little bit more.
This is a portrait of a man who
paints a portrait of man who
is not so different than
himself.
Enjoy!
The Eight Dollar Ticket From Chicago
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.
... Enjoy!
I Am Drawing The Line Now #9
I have settled into this wonderful chair for the evening and I am hoping that the words that fall off my fingertips are better that the thoughts that are swirling around up top. The last six (or more) weeks have not been right. Where there was motivation, there is now apathy and where there is apathy there is not much else.
I am drawing the line here. I am drawing the line now.
Did I tell you that she bought me this chair? She has connections and knows people and snuck it into the house when I was away and everyone should be so lucky to write from chairs like this and without her I know I would have given up on all this long ago and it isn't just the chair but it is everything else over the years that kept the words and paints moving and it is because of her that I am drawing the line here and now and tomorrow when I awake she will be there and the apathy will be gone.
... Enjoy!
I Am Drawing The Line Now #8
I have settled into this wonderful chair for the evening and I am hoping that the words that fall off my fingertips are better that the thoughts that are swirling around up top. The last six (or more) weeks have not been right. Where there was motivation, there is now apathy and where there is apathy there is not much else.
I am drawing the line here. I am drawing the line now.
Did I tell you that she bought me this chair? She has connections and knows people and snuck it into the house when I was away and everyone should be so lucky to write from chairs like this and without her I know I would have given up on all this long ago and it isn't just the chair but it is everything else over the years that kept the words and paints moving and it is because of her that I am drawing the line here and now and tomorrow when I awake she will be there and the apathy will be gone.
... Enjoy!
