Taurean decision; what contradiction?
China shop. Rice, and things electric.
Fat now, and plugged in. I'm white.
Something of a grain in the eye, a yoke
Of kohl could reel me in, not proper.
One twin strings a bow. One twin shows
Little ink sketches, fetches water
For a lady. You're thirsty. She, I mean.
Dizzy to think that rare pieces never break
Unless they're not respected.
(Four corners predict a ceiling. I'm reeling
On the floor in premonition. A species
Of thought above still-born tounge in skull
Center. Pituitary winter
All of ice is a screen...)
***
At the ACRS bookstore, a woman was showing some of us a portfolio of her Sumi-e work. Really nice; I'd almost forgotten how much I love those techniques and how much they've informed my work over the years.
Hers were real rough and off centered without being at all awkward or unfinished. Roosters, predominately. Some semi-abstract grey plant and floral work.
Now I want an inkstone, dammit!
I do similar work with acrylic, and get great results, although I'm no purist by any scope of the imagination.
Looks like it's gonna be a while before I can paint again. We're still dug in here, putting this house together. At least Jim paid the bills for the last month they were in the apartment. It's the least he could do, considering how he just dumped her after three years with absolutely no warning.
If I were a lesser man, I'd fly down to Peru and kick his fucking ass for all the pain he's put her through. But then there would be two assholes, and I wont have that, wont lower myself. At least it was quick. I watched her and my father dissolve into misery and wretched, pitiful anger over ten or so years...but still, I hate to see her like this.
But chin up, foot down. She's so much stronger now.
At least I'm out of the house and doing something different.
After Claire and I split, all I did for two months was smoke, read, paint, and watch TV. In my defense, I needed the "me time".
I'm much stronger now, as well.
We weren't good for each other. Neither of us could breathe.
Now I have whole, big lungs full.
Lots of air anywhere and everywhere I go.
I think I need to roam a bit.
See how the air is in other places.
See what the other breathers are like.
g'nite
r.
China shop. Rice, and things electric.
Fat now, and plugged in. I'm white.
Something of a grain in the eye, a yoke
Of kohl could reel me in, not proper.
One twin strings a bow. One twin shows
Little ink sketches, fetches water
For a lady. You're thirsty. She, I mean.
Dizzy to think that rare pieces never break
Unless they're not respected.
(Four corners predict a ceiling. I'm reeling
On the floor in premonition. A species
Of thought above still-born tounge in skull
Center. Pituitary winter
All of ice is a screen...)
***
At the ACRS bookstore, a woman was showing some of us a portfolio of her Sumi-e work. Really nice; I'd almost forgotten how much I love those techniques and how much they've informed my work over the years.
Hers were real rough and off centered without being at all awkward or unfinished. Roosters, predominately. Some semi-abstract grey plant and floral work.
Now I want an inkstone, dammit!
I do similar work with acrylic, and get great results, although I'm no purist by any scope of the imagination.
Looks like it's gonna be a while before I can paint again. We're still dug in here, putting this house together. At least Jim paid the bills for the last month they were in the apartment. It's the least he could do, considering how he just dumped her after three years with absolutely no warning.
If I were a lesser man, I'd fly down to Peru and kick his fucking ass for all the pain he's put her through. But then there would be two assholes, and I wont have that, wont lower myself. At least it was quick. I watched her and my father dissolve into misery and wretched, pitiful anger over ten or so years...but still, I hate to see her like this.
But chin up, foot down. She's so much stronger now.
At least I'm out of the house and doing something different.
After Claire and I split, all I did for two months was smoke, read, paint, and watch TV. In my defense, I needed the "me time".
I'm much stronger now, as well.
We weren't good for each other. Neither of us could breathe.
Now I have whole, big lungs full.
Lots of air anywhere and everywhere I go.
I think I need to roam a bit.
See how the air is in other places.
See what the other breathers are like.
g'nite
r.
I've wanted to send the gravestone i carved to anyone i knew who needed it, they'd put a notch in it, send it to someone else they know who only knows loss. perspective, right?
the air is the same everywhere. glorious.
I've been taking some pretty shallow breaths here lately.
I think it's time to find some fresh air.