Crank Trees
Ink Brush on Paper.
2009.
"..like sawdust on the breeze."
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Brushstroke business
Ink pen / Sketchbook.
2009.
Its a brushstroke business we work in. Flow of the hand / Flip of the page.
Hearts stroke to put it down and move along.
'The Seed'
Ink Brush on Paper, 2008.
Re-worked 2009.
What more is there to say? Inspiration as a seed blowing into your ear and sproutin' that head. Making your thoughts explode like you cant contain. Props to all the little seeds that infect my mind, just like this explains.
Red Brick Store front
I love the crumbling facade and the mashup of signage / old storefronts all mixing and collaging in the citys scenes.. Straight out of my head this is like a little tinted tribute to those types of environments.
'..to my cabin crews.'
Ink on paper, 2009.
This is that balance between the above ground world we dwell in, us two-legged non aquarians, and the salty realm beneath the storm surge.. The octopi's reach that holds everything down. Keeps the undersea gardens on lock.
Daily Keemo. 11.23. Words Fall Like Butter Off My Eyelids
Words Fall Like Butter Off My Eyelids
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I probably should stay away from the keys tonight. The doctor gave me some vicodin to deal with the pain in my left side, just below the ribs but above the hip and the bruise there is the size of a paperback and things are spinning and slanted just a bit and I suppose that painting is easier in this state of mind and the words fall like butter off my eyelids onto the screen. So, I am going to stop there and just leave this painting as it is... with four hearts. ...Enjoy!
Daily Keemo. 11.20. A Meeting Between Time, An Object, A Moment And You
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Those where the years when I just wanted to leave. There was a world to see but I was still in school and I was sure that the rest of the world was spinning around while I rotted away in a little lower class suburb in West Michigan figuring out what everything was about and where I fit into it. It was around this time that I discovered painting, writing and Tropic of Cancer. There are moments in your life when the timing of discovery could not be more perfect. As if a meeting had been arranged by someone between time, an object, a moment and you and it comes together and moves you through your current place in life. I drank in Tropic of Cancer in a few days and then started it right over and read it again in a few days. I still have the original copy that I read way back then. Somehow, over the years, the first 10 pages have gone missing, the covers is ripped and thumbsucked and as I skimmed through the remaining pages and randomly sampled paragraphs and sentences, I decided that I am going to work on turning the rest of the pages of this same book into my own work of art as a tip of that hat to those days and these words and here it continues with page 49. So, with that here is #4 of the series and it will be complete when there are no more pages left...Enjoy!
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Daily Keemo. 11.19. Two Of Us Going Nowhere
Two Of Us Going Nowhere
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Just daydreaming and painting. That's it...Enjoy!
Daily Keemo. 11.16. In The Mirror You Realize How Unfinished You Are
In The Mirror You Realize How Unfinished You Are
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To be honest with you I don't really feel much like writing this evening. It was one of those days when you don't remember half of the car ride home because you are staring out the window with your mind on other things and you get home and catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and you realize how unfinished you are as a human being. To be honest, I don't feel like doing much at all this evening. The corporate world has taken it out of me. If it was just me, I would trade my life in the corporate world for a bologna sandwich. The details are unimportant as I can assume that most of you have had that similar thought at one time or another. You know what? I think I am just going to leave it there. It is really enough said and I can see I am getting nowhere except maybe getting a little off my chest but none of that changes things. With that, here is to realizing that you are unfinished and knowing it is OK and embracing it...Enjoy!
