Art's art.

Hunted by the primordial chaotic infinite. On a loop of up and down and all around…

And becoming a ghost double haunting reality as if by fiat.
A required journey underworld, before permitted resurface.

Picking up the fragile pieces
that you left behind
Do tell, Don’t you see?
The Broken glass surrounding me
I think I am almost out of time,
While they dance in fire like it’s the prize
And They all still look just fine to me
They all look just fine
Lifted vision
as high as eyes can see
To lock thy gaze,
upon the ghoul
I have no answers for you here
Don’t you see,
I’m just a fool?

Another attempt
To tame the soul
Before I end up
A lifeless ghoul
Another attempt
To make it through
To the end,
I hope we do
It’s done me no favors
Again and again
I’m not sure hope
in the end,
Can bring me back
Around the bend
To find myself
Waiting there
Like a vampire sulking
in its lair
Eternal life is
eternal despair
For the pain is always
Waiting there

why do i feel like these should be lyrics in a linkin park song?

let me ask you something. do you wear a toboggan in the summer time?

this is a serious question. what i’m doing here is very scientific.

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No, sometimes a beenie maybe or a cap.

Good song.

Linkin park doesn’t go that deep, but tool and some other bands do

One bettered and buttered and battered:

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& a 3’rd.

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All got soul and I like that in music.

Meh.

Give me something really in 3’s.

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Mowk’s artmark

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That my left hand. Finger prints cast in bronze. All the art I had in that show mysteriously left the state with the owner of the studio the showing was in. I prefer now to create art that is not so easily stolen. My life. To this day I have no idea where it ended up. For all I know it’s resting in some landfill.

Shit I’ve got all kinds of crap like that laying around. But that was my last show as an artist.

A self portrait from a while ago. mixed media on paper
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It does not fit my imaginative picture of You.
I imagined You as older and less ‘real’. Whatever that means, and one picture really is worth a thousand words.My imagination is mostly and primarily virtual, and filtered in brazen yet washed pastels with a simotenios focus on contrast.

Been in the old country, infatuated in Kerouac, especially ‘Lonely Traveler’ and ‘Sartoru in Paris’ , but recently came upon an unread collection I would like to share , will do in a New York minute.

Paint it in the color of a Dr.Sax.

But later.

About the hand, had one done would like to send it, but how to print out a photograph within these realms? Given by an ex will find a way.

I am older now. Imagine shorter hair; turned grey, a much trimmer beard, also quite grey, wrinkles and a Mister Rogers style of attire, and yes, less real. Had to come to a lot of compromises since then. That was back in the days when I still painted. The year was back in 95.

Went commercial, Advertising, and ended up doing bullshit stuff like this. Regular pay checks, and sold my soul to the man.

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The only thing I’ve painted since then is rooms in my house. Computers took over and I’ve fallen so out of practice. It’s been quite a while ago that I considered myself an artist.

I didn’t quit. That’s just the story I told myself all these years.
I missed a dead line for a big client, artists block, drove me nuts, and never got hired for another job again. My bounce back job was a greens keeper at a golf course. And my sister wants to rehabilitate me.

back to the present and Art x Art.