tides

i had the best dream this morning..among others, despite not sleeping well...i was swimming in the middle of the cold atlantic, its grey, metallic with big rolling clouds low above me. in my ocean dreams im usually frightened of the water, afraid of the monsters lurking in the depths, but in this dream i was totally at ease in the dark waters, and there were these incredibly large waves rolling up toward me, and i thought that these waves would come and submerge me and i would drown, but as the monster wave grew higher it would gently lift me to the top and i was being carried thousands of miles on my back on these great waves, and when that one would pass another would come and carry me further, and this dream atlantic ocean had no end...im a bit tired, ive been watching my son's friend since her mom is having some health troubles.

stream

lots of water flowing today

breadcrumbs

3 am

its interesting, the painted studies walk hand in hand with the work that goes on in the studio, but the small ink portraits are little peaks over the horizon, projections into the future, i really dont know what will come out of them, they seem really odd to me. i can see them changing, wanting to take hold of the image and make the drawings stronger, i didnt want to do that at first, i wanted some faithful reproductions, but i realized that was false and insincere and so they grow. i am reading bradbury to my son now, something wicked this way comes and tonight we finished with the chapter where charles halloway worries about 3 am (thats when the wicked carnival arrives in town), bradbury's description of this hour is good, he describes it as this low point, the closest we can get to death than at any other hour during the day, and this really rings true for me, this is the hour i always finish my work during the week and the hour when sleep is most welcome. well, its after 3 am now, and i guess i should turn in. cheers.

movie day

some people seen while at the movie theater with my son.

set

a cat on your lap is a wonderful thing, except when your legs fall asleep. things are ok, my wife has been down, and i get frustrated when she talks to me about feeling low since there is little i can do with her being far away, except offer what support i can over the phone and send her nice things in the mail. what i want to do is hold her...this war takes its toll on a relationship.

misting

misty world misty heart today, but i got some good news, one of my paintings got into the artists of hawaii show out here, so im tickled about that. i thought one of my pieces would make it but i was anxious about it. lawyers want one of my painitngs for a publication, which cracked me up when the gallery called and told me that news. but thats two publications this summer, which is kind of weird. not too many sales, but lots of folks lookin'....

time

so, i havent wanted to post alot, its been awhile since my last posting, i think i have been somewhat averse to writing things, maybe it has something to do with this artist's statement ive been working on. that thing is funny, because whenever i'm done working on it, i always go back to my national science foundation proposal for their artists and writers program. kind of weird, and i cant really describe how the two are feeding into each other, except for this current series i have envisioned antarctica as a kind of exit point. certainly i feel lost with this work, at least in trying to describe it, the hpu show, that is. the paintings and drawings themselves, whoosh stuff is flowing out, but ive really wrapped my hands around something that i cant articulate...had some kind of food allergy flare up the other night, but i listened to the voices inside and now things are ok. it was my sons fault, he wanted a bean burrito after karate practice. i like these portaits, they make good daily studies...

adrift

set

bad news on the way

tides

nothing worthwhile to say, its all gibberish

currents

somebody got a new toy...

eddies