Only in painting...

In writing, you can see 10 months pass by in two sentences.

Only in painting can you see 10 months in two seconds.

That is all.

Wrap your head around this:

There is much to read...

There is so much more to read than there is to write.
My God, there are students at MIT who videotape (DVD?) their every single waking moment.

I believe in the future we will go to theaters to watch other people's dreams.
It would get really interesting if we could learn to control our dreams, in the manner which people learn to control paint, jewelry, ceramics, etc.

But until that day, we will type on computers.

I often dream my computer gets completely overtaken by some evil.
This evil prevents me from using the computer as a two-way device.
I am completely limited to the evil and whatever it says to believe.
This is why computers must not be let ruled by evil.  Like Disney or Pixar.

We must keep ourselves with freedom of speech and original idea.
OUR ideas matter more than a corporations.  Corporations are zombies.
WE are human and have original ideas.

Some bulbs are brighter than others, but we all shine on.

Another dream I have is when I run out of light bulbs and my bulbs keep going out.
WE must fight the darkness and nothingness too.

Peace.

Reinventing the Wheel

Here is my latest painting project:

To me, it represents money as the be all, end all for making art.
Once the art is bought, nothing changes but a dollar amount in the patron and the artist's pocket.
I see ivory towers and a big "If".  If I sell my art, I will become famous and rich.
Anyway, this is called "Reinventing the Wheel" and it is oil on 16x20 canvas.
Think about it, that's all I ask.
More later.

The line we all cross.

It seems to me that we all have part good and part evil in all of us.
But what defines how good and how evil?
I could say if I had a little more cash, I wouldn't have to steal or break the law in some way.
But what about child molesters or wife abusers?
What about people who do have money and use it only selfishly?
Where do we draw the line?
We all must do some amount of bad.
Sure, I have a mental illness and I collect Social Security.
Does that make me evil?
Because I don't participate in the rat race?
I don't even want to.
The problem arises when I want to make money selling my art.
What price should I put on it?
Too many questions.
The problem is I can't make any money aside from my fixed income.
Or else I would be breaking the law.
It is a fine catch 22.  I get enough just to get by, but I have no wife, kids, house, or car.
I will die penniless, yet can't I scrape some decency out of my existence?
Fuck it, I need to cut my fingernails now.
That is all, bye.

In business.

I am having business cards printed up.  They will look something like this:

So if you see one lying around in the gutter, you will know how to find me.

Climate change.

There is much more to read than there is to write.
There is much more to be seen than to put into original pictures.
Take it all in.  Use your filters of logic and reason.
Spit it all out in the confusion of the long sleep of death.
Nothing sticks to me.
It is a river flowing rapidly by.
A bear catches salmon as they jump upstream.
Row your boat gently down the stream.
Catch what you will, it will soon pass.
Don't even have to try anymore - too old to care.
Too cynical to worry.
Possessions - few.  Worries - few.
Must talk about junk collectors who put prices on their belongings.
All to keep it fair.  Some people have only the shoes on their feet.
The great money circle - cycle.  Comes and goes.
The end.

Bitterness at the state of the world.

So, here we are in the global economy.  I can't begin to describe how sad the world makes me.  I have agreed that I am committing slow-suicide by continuing to smoke cigarettes.  I have tried to quit, but why even bother?  Am I truly so sad that I feel I would be better off dead?  Perhaps.
Firstly, everyone hates the president of the U.S.  Russia is continuing to escalate war in Ukraine.  We are now bombing Syria and Iraq.  It is hard to find happiness when the world is in such a state.
I do find meaning in painting pictures.  I have to get business going by marketing my artwork.  It does not come to me naturally.  I can't afford an agent.  I can barely afford to make ends meet.
That is all.

Then, one day,...

I drew this.

Green and gray.

Welcome to the jungle.

He who has ears

I'll draw for you.  You be happy now.

Three more.

I used to draw more.

Every sperm is sacred,

Every sperm is great.
If a sperm is wasted,
God gets quite irate.

Corn teeth.

I can't help but see fangs.

Old sketches #2.

Here's three more to catch me up.

Old sketches.

Every day in April, I will post an old sketch.  Here's #1.

For I prefer...

...the silence of the stars.

Shapes

Peace be in the world.

King of the world

Who is the king of the world?

The widening gap between the rich and the poor.

Let me start by saying that the rich profess freedom, yet it is not the freedom to climb the ladder, it is not the freedom from big government and its regulations, it is not even freedom for all.  It is a never-ending spiral of the rich controlling more and more of our little lives and the taking away of our chances at being really free.  The haves are taking more and more from the have-nots.  It isn't fair --- we all should have the ability to decide what we think is right. 

Do you ever feel like a stranger?

Don't be a stranger.
Lady in smoke.

Have a ball

Just an idea...