Day One Hundred Fifty One: Rain Will Wash It All Away.

The slow gentle nudging of water eventually wears away even the hardest of edge. Eventually a way in will be found, eventually the water course will go its way. Just keep moving towards the goal, you can't help but be there.

Monday, May 31: Sharpie on Paper, 9"x12"

Day One Hundred Fifty: The New Girl

Yes, she was good to work with, thank you Miss March:

Sunday, May 30: Spray paint on wall

Day One Hundred Forty Nine: Holy Shit.

None too soon I will reach that half way point, in another month or so... I am learning daily about my creative side and what it wants. 

Saturday, May 29: Pastel, Acrylic on paper

Day One Hundred Forty Eight: Hey Man, How You Been?

Turn about is fair play. I thought to go west and ended up east. An unexpected and welcome guest met me here. Talk has been slow, but the vibe is always good.

Friday, May 28: Sharpie on paper, 9"x12"

Day One Hundred Forty Seven: Whoooo....

A very best friend had a birthday today, not just any, her fortieth. The girl can rock. And look gorgeous, and have fun, and have love all around, all the time. Gotta love that about the living process. Love begats love.

And somehow in the process, I got to learn about the different demographics here locally and how it can drastically affect retail policy in a few miles. Sweet information.

In other news:

Thursday, May 27: sharpie on paper, 9x12

I still hope to learn daily from my experiences. I know I have much to learn.

Day One Hundred Forty Six: The Witch, Oh The Witch is Back

I just had a couple days away, in Texas. I have been there a number of times before, Dallas proper. But this was different. In on Sunday, out on Tuesday, for the most part confined to a Resort space. It was fine, there was plenty to keep me busy. I had a book, meetings and almost enough pool time. I ate too much, drank tequila, stayed up too late and met people from all over. I participated, I smiled, I shared. 

Thank goodness I am home.

Wednesday, May 26: mixed media

Day One Hundred Forty Five: Cowardly

The lion is getting braver, but I need some Toto!

Tuesday, May 25: mixed media

Day One Hundred Forty Four: Tinman

Poolside days are awesome. I wish I could do it again tomorrow. Or even better, I wish I had my own poolside to hang at. Alone with no hordes of conventioneers. Soon.

Monday, May 24: Mixed media

Day One Hundred Forty Three: Hot and Sweaty Scarecrow.

In Dallas for a couple days and 91 degrees feels good and hot, sweaty and humid. Pools are open and I have a suit, tomorrow is a day with 6 hours of pool time for me. I am so glad to have a rejuvenation period. My brain will feel renewed.

Sunday, May 23: Mixed media

Day One Hundred Forty Two: Off To See the Wizard

Everyday is such a good day to learn new stuff. And now I am off to Oz.

Saturday, May 22: mixed media. 7" tall

Day One Hundred Forty One: Rome is Burning

And if this process where better I would have time to make art all waking hours. But, alas, I do not. But rest assured, I enjoy all those times when inspiration occurs and that is not always in front of the easel.

Thank you for the fire.

Friday, May 21: Pastel, Acrylic on paper: 6x9

Day One Hundred Forty: A Small Step Right.

I used to love it when my calendar was full. Any social event, dinner, gathering, concert; I was there. Now there are few things that I look forward to besides time spent making my art. And yet here I am, obligations to fulfill, art to make that is not mine own choosing, trips to places I have exhausted already. Thank goodness for the bright spots that make the voids between disappear.

Sometimes things just have to burn and isn't that a bright spot.

Thursday, May 20: pastel, acrylic paint on paper: 6"x9"

Day One Hundred Thirty Nine: Left Redux

Giddy with lack of sleep I am ready to stay up all night again. Well, perhaps not. 

Sometimes clarity reveals itself at strange times. Things that were bothering me when awake and full of energy seem unimportant now. And in that state, I can see I was just playing drama in my head for the fun of the emotional ride. But even the best ride becomes boring, predictable and tiresome if it goes on and on.

I have lots to do in the next couple of days. I prefer nothing to do except what I want and what I want is to make art, ride my bike and play with friends. All at the same time!

Where are you...

Wednesday, May 19: pastel, acrylic paint on paper

Day One Hundred Thirty Eight: Rain Falls, Hopes Float.

More prodding, more stalling, more stress. 

I am about ready to cry uncle. Art everyday is challenging me in ways I had not thought before. So for today, I found something fun and tempting:

Tuesday, May 18: acrylic paint, pastel on paper

Day One Hundred Thirty Seven: Non-Sequitur

The more I pay attention, the more I could swear that emotions give off a scent. If I pay attention, I can smell fear, lust, love. Or perhaps I imagine that I do. Often enough, I am right in my olfactory deductions, a hunch that paid out.

I'll keep my eyes open, my nostrils flared, and my judgment at bay. A perfect entrance to any situation. Let's see how I do.

Monday, May 17: Sharpie, pastel on paper, 9"x12"

Day One Hundred Thirty Six: Confusion

Total

Sunday, May 16: sharpie on paper, 9x12

Day One Hundred Thirty Five: I Bowled

Two games at the local alley. I did not manage to break a 100 either game. But at least we did not have to put up the gutter rails to play. That looks like a whole different game, bouncing off as you got.  

And then my homework is due, time to cram.

Saturday, May 15: Pastel and colored pencil on paper

Day One Hundred Thirty Four: A Taste of Life

Is better than none at all.

Friday, May 14: Sharpie, Pastel, colored pencil on paper, 9"x12"

Day One Hundred Thirty Three: The Zen of Biking

I ride to ride. Sometimes I like to pretend I am fast. I get passed some by members of the lycra crowd but generally manage to hold my own with anything dressed civilian. Except for those damn fixie boys, crazy shits. At any rate, the sun brought out a bunch of competition today and pursuit was my game if no one else's. I ended up panting and smiling and pretty damn pleased with my distance and kill ratio! A little bike love is in order though, there is a creak in my crank.

Don't make me ring my bell at you.

Thursday, May 13: Sharpie on paper, 9"x12"

Day One Hundred Thirty Two: Change the tune.

What to do, what to do. I have a big canvas that has been giving me the evil eye for a while. Perhaps it is time to give it the attention it has been craving. And I am tired of the small stuff. Not enough room to stretch.

But until it is finished with me:

Wednesday, May 12: Sharpie on paper: 9"x12"

Day One Hundred Thirty One: Splintered

The unease I have been feeling for the last couple of days has exploded my musing. It is small wonder that my concentration as been for shit, my work a mess and all over the psyche.

This morning my advanced mourning system overloaded and short circuited me for a bit. After that was done I knew that my only recourse is to straighten up, paste on a smile and move forward. But tonight, after its unveiling, I am allowing myself to feel indifferent, I need the mask. I will work on happy in a moment.

But, a baby was born in my world this afternoon and the wonder it brought, the extensive and graphic photos, the beautiful and exhausted family...  I can't wait to see him first thing in the morning. Seven pounds, nine oz. While he has a given name, there seems to be some contention on what he will actually be called. 

I think that when I see his face, I will know.

I hope he will be happy.

True.

Tuesday, May 11: Sharpie on Paper, 9"x12"

Sigh...

Day One Hundred Thirty: Melancholy

11am: Melancholy Monday, a friend told me recently that spells of morbid reflection help insure greater appreciation for life after they are over. I suppose he is right. Perhaps I would prefer a more even keel. Feels a bit stormy today though.

As of this word, it is still early. But I appreciate all that I will experience today. 

11pm: Still a bit on the down low. Not in a bad way. I just feel like I need some down time. Or something really up. More biking is necessary. And more sleep. And organization. Sigh. Fucking real life.

Monday, May 10: Pen, sharpie on paper, 9"x12"

Day One Hundred Twenty Nine: Exhuastion takes the reins

Sleep has been at bay for days, nay, a couple weeks. Small naps at night, broken by insomniac periods. Now that a couple of things are done, it is time to regroup, rest and start again.

Sunday, May 9: sharpie on card. 6"x9"

Day One Hundred Twenty Eight: Hooray!

Hooray, Hooray for the Eighth of May,

Outdoor screwing starts today!

Saturday May 8: Sharpie on paper, 9"x12"

Day One Hundred Twenty Seven: Step Back

As soon as I step out, I see the wisdom in pulling back. I get awakened just when it is time to sleep. I pay too much attention to the little things. The big things just run right over me and I am flabbergasted that I did not see it before.

Time for seclusion.

Friday, May 7: Sharpie. pastel on paper, 9"x12"

Day One Hundred Twenty Six: Unicorns

Some people I know make me forget about other moments except the one I am in. And those moments seem so clear, precise, easy. And is that ever a fun time! Thanks. I appreciate every moment I get to live like that. Art allows it, but it is refreshing when a friend can join me there.

And then there is the rest of the moments as they come. I gave a talk this morning on unicorns... Yeah, unicorns. It would have been pretty funny if I could speak in public at normal speeds that people hear in. My brain speaks fast and so do I. When performing. Which is most of the time. I am trying to slow down. I notice it, I am much slower. Just not enough slower so that other people can notice it yet. 

I am practicing, but I first heard that refrain to slow down when speaking in grade 10 speech class. Always the same: topic good, structure good, vocabulary great, humor great... at least what we can catch you talk so fast we miss so much. I have been trying to slow down since.

Okay, okay. OOOOOkaaaaay.

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Thursday May 6: Sharpie on Paper, 9"x12"

Day One Hundred Twenty Five: Cinco de Mayo

Relapse, renew, rejoice.

Wednesday, May 5: Sharpie on paper, 9"x12"

Day One Hundred Twenty Four: Taking Flight....

Emotions run high when I am tired. Or low, to no emotion at all. I guess it depends.

Certainly there is little visible emotion on my surface when I am alone. In the company of others, I feel like a beacon of signals, mixed or otherwise. Or is it that in a group, I am bombarded with errant emotions rampant in the room. I am responsible for my reactions at any moment, so, am I responding in a way that is true to my own ideal? 

And then I wake up and start moving again, banishing thoughts for a time to the newness of just now.

Tuesday, May 4: Sharpie and Pen on paper, 9"x12"

I realize how self-indulgent this is, this blog, this daily masturbation of my artist. Sometimes, I am in the mood, sometimes not.

Day One Hundred Twenty Three: Sometimes you just have to power through

Spent the better part of the last day or so realizing I want to do one thing and am doing another.  The affect of my quandary has been loss of my vision. I am looking right at it and not getting it. 

So, powering through is the only way, pick up  the fucking pencil and make a mark... then another one... eventually the page will be full. 

So I am.

Monday, May 3: pen, sharpie on drawing paper, 14"x17"

cock-a-doodle-do

Day One Hundred Twenty Two: Doodle

Which means that I was busy, had fun and have little to show for it but a smile on my face and a sonnet in my heart. 

No worries, I am starting something big, and special for the next show. 

But for today, I have this:

Sunday, May 2: Pen, pastel on paper, 9"x12"

Now, I need some sleep. Good night Gracie!

Day One Hundred Twenty One: On a well hung day

Art went up today, I got lit up today, I enjoyed my day. I got to have friends help me see my vision to the show, I got to ride with them on bikes with horns that the neighbors I would think wenmbv hnbvygh.

and so it goes...

Saturday, may 1: pastel and sharpie on paper, 9"x11"