2 June 2009

I am actually proud of this one. It has taken me a week to finish (3 of the days with no sleep... but i guess i'm not very different minus sleep, just say things more).  It is 30" by 40" making it the largest piece i've done all summer. It's much larger than my coffee table.

I really enjoy the incomplete circles. We are always told that circles are perfect, complete shapes, but in reality many things described as a circle are not. Perfection in geometry is a myth like perfection in reality. although in reality we can at least strive for perfection. All of the circles on this piece are not perfect. All are similar with the basic circle, but from there it evolves. Some are similar in color, but they do not have much area painted int. Sometimes the paint goes outside the lines. Something outside the "perfection" of the circle. and some (5) of the circles are left blank to show the ideal circle. Put your own meaning into how there are differences in colors, shapes, textures, and tones (all of which you can't see thanks to camera phone pictures). Art, like literature, has more to do with the observer than the creator for me. How, if at all, it effects you. no wrong answers, even if you don't have an answer.

unfortunately i'm probably not done with my circle study. if you've seen of the early things you know i'm not just starting either. For now goodbye and follow your dreams, be safe.

Song o' day: Ladyhawke "Dusk till Dawn"

Without further Tom Delay....the things that i'm always waiting to dry.

So i have been hoarding my crap. here some of it is. Sorry again for the lousy pics. its a crap camera in my phone and i don't plan on getting a camera.1) this one is the smallest i've done all summer. Paint, painted wood, and painted paper clips. my fingers are still a mess from the super glue.



2) can't really tell, but the fleur is shiny-ish

3) you can't see any detail on this one thanks to the camera. There is actually i lot of thread that i have sewn into this one. still nothing too exciting.4) again can't see any of the detail. sorry

I'm trying to stick and make this specifically a work blog. No more whining, or at least not so much. There will be no inspirational posts either (You know i am a very spiritual person). Just stick it to the work.

On that note, i have done a few prose pieces. Nothing spectacular. still deciding whether to post them. They all need a good edit. Will try and find a way to simply put a word doc on the page so people can download it instead of a simple copy and paste.

Song: PULP "like a friend" (i chose this song because i just bought the record (This is Hardcore) on Ebay for fractions (literally fractions) of what others have payed for it Avg. price i've seen it go for $75. Highest i've seen the record go for $185. while it's not their best album, i am on cloud 9 because of this!) Work Blog.

truck this shirt....I'm going to Space Camp

Going to Huntsville in the morning for Elli's becoming an American party.

I've got my t-shirt with a bald eagle and flag to go w/ some sweet short shorts.

Hopefully i will get some pictures out of it.

Bye

Jamey

x 

Xylophones played by angels live amongst the trees. not the angels though they live in the suburbs

Schools done, but I’m still working. Fatigue is setting in and the cracks begin to show. I can’t seem to slow down though. I can’t even find the time to properly think. I thought that if I left to my parents place I would be forced into relaxation due to flat screen televisions and free food. It hasn’t worked so far. I’ve just been running errands and getting ready. No relaxation yet. Dreaming of a pool.

             I left at four in the morning (after finishing a movie and a lil work) on a whim and arrived in Atlanta just in time for rush hour. No biggie. There is no light pollution around the Birmingham area, so you can actually see the stars/sunrise…. Weird I know. I’ll never get used to this for some reason.

            At home MoMo then asked me to go shopping with her and I did. My whole family does this. They’ll shop madly and then asked if I like what they picked out. Half way through Morgan casually popped this out as she exited a changing room “Thank you for being a good brother and for not being creepy and for not hitting on my friends”  To be honest I thought she wanted something until I realized a 18 year old girl has more money to spend than me and that she was being genuine. I could go into the great ego massage and all that, but I was more scared that all I said was a simple thank you. Shouldn’t I have complemented her on something or at least told her that what she said meant something to me. My excuse to myself was that I hadn’t had any sleep. Honestly though, I am just horrible at expressing myself verbally. Nope, it is nearly impossible for me to express myself verbally, thus a proficiency in creative writing, and my enjoyment in trying to create urt.

            Enough of that. Morgan just graduated high school. Yay. Now it’s her lunch celebration and I have made the wise choice to come up and type out a quick (promised) update as to avoid the family. I might try and leave for Tuscaloosa later, but it’s supposed to rain. Definitely be back tomorrow. I feel it will be a good summer for being in Tuscaloosa. It’ll be a good time once I can relax. There will be plenty of friends (maybe more, but we know that’d I fuck that up somehow (opening my mouth or something)), fun times (Alabama Adventure/ NOLA anyone?), and books. I’ll leave you with another picture of me shaving this morning. It’s from the time when I was hot stuff enjoy. 

p.s. working on something... so maybe real prose will be up soon. until then drivel.

P.S.S. i really hate suburbanites. City people cool. Country people cool. suburbanites can just fuck off. such a greedy pack of useless abortions. (i say this with full knowledge that i too am from the suburbs and that there will always be exceptions).

Song of day:Of Montreal  "Voltaic Cusher/ undrum the mutated Da"

Heads Up

New post coming soon. Too tired for an official post. This past week has put the smack down on me. When i get back to Tuscaloosa i am going to try and relax. Still in work mode and can't seem to get out.  Stress and normal me... ha sorry kids. real post in the morning. i haven't slept in 37 hours so i am going to give it a shot (7:31 EST) heres my dog. want to give something visual for a post. He's allergic to getting his picture taken too.

Track: Empire of the Sun "We are the People (the Golden Filter Remix)

I'll replace this title with a creative one later.

So haven't posted in a while. i've been working...and that is the point of the post.  Last week i asked what i should do with my wall. at first i made two paintings. they were larger than i usually painted. here they are: 

They are 20" by 30". i think. I had to take some other stuff down to make room. all in time for me to move and get a new apt. (on that note: if you know of an apartment that will allow 6 month leases. please let me know. I'd like it to be cheap, and some what original. but i know beggars can't be choosers. but again i'm a vagabond and we can). I have always wanted to do something with these eight canvases, so i decided there was no better time to try it. here is what came from it:  

Also if anyone could hook me up with a camera, or tell me where i could get a deal, i would be very grateful. These mobile phone uploads are horrible. but oh well.

on the personal front: this week has been good. I got my voice back. had a good time with wine. got sick. ribbon danced (don't judge), and potlucked! It was busy, and now that i am finished with my the paintings i can focus on writing my papers and the play for my presentation. i think i might post the play when  i finish it. It's beyond stupid at the moment. it's not finished either. 

also i need to learn how to make page breaks, so not all of this is upon the blog. it's a space issue. lol

Song of the week: Jeremy jay "slow dance" 

Thought of the week: i give those to twitter now" wakka wakka

I'm actually tired now, for once. I'm going to bed. dream of me when you do. ha. bye.

Also

This is coming off my wall for something else. Whatever shall i do with it?

The humid magic of precipitation

Today has been an amazing rainy day. I won’t lie; it’s due to days like today that I revel at “bad” weather forecasts (as if weather has moral intention ha).  Today is almost the picture perfect rainy day. I was able to wake up late. When one dozes, waking and returning to sleep several times, the day and dreams slowly merge into reality. Creativity is boosted 5 points (if you don’t care for fictional point systems, which are never tallied nor accurately measured, insert your own method for gauging moods). I went to check out Earthfest, but it’s raining. So of course I work. Rainy days go by so slow it’s easy to engage in my activities. my attention is focused, and my homework is  done. The focus is amazing, even if it is wasted. On rainy days I enjoy reading, writings, thinking, and other things. On rainy days you don’t care that you’re alone. i actually prefer it, so i can think of people and things to come ( friendships, adventure, romance, cups of hot beverages, and discussions about anything to be had).

 I set my ipod on random and it knows that it’s a rainy day, and acts accordingly. Starting with “clichés” like the Smiths (reel around the fountain), then on to the clientele, a jump to the kinks, Camera Obscura, multiple B&S songs sprinkled here and there, all ending with Starfucker’s “pop song” or even “german love” (I know ridiculous name for a band, but solid tracks). Sleepy pop songs, twee pop songs, all amazing pop songs. Pop music is as captivating as ever on days like these. They litter you with memories of past days filled with books, people, pleasure, and conversations about literature, music, and art, which are so hard to come by (made even harder with my inability to make small talk). They also make me want to start your own band for a day so i can write a song full of wit and catchy hooks (I’m working on “Old People in the Library” as you read. Also need to learn how to play keyboard).

Rainy days breed intimacy. you are stuck in a room with a lover (or more) and want nothing to do but converse before night falls. If one is alone, one can be intimate with oneself exploring comfortable crevices of the psyche and romanticizing them. Fear of being alone turns into love for being able to converse with oneself. I have great conversations with myself, which promote personal growth and creativity.

Do you feel the same way about rainy days? Do you relish them? They are the only days were all my insecurities and fears are gone and the true self emerges. They make me forget my spelling and grammar errors. 

Something that could easily have been summed up in two sentences becomes a whole page. I love rainy days. Their intimacy allows me to feel free.

 

 

Sadly enough, my literal voice is still gone. Day two. Maybe tomorrow will bring better luck. I am now on my way home (wishing I had some wine, but don’t) to watch a film (the Baxter or Delicatessen I haven’t decided), have a glass of scotch, and attempt to fall asleep. Adieu. 

Post of Intent

After seeing Sandi "Cancer Bitch" Wisenberg (http://cancerbitch.blogspot.com/) read at last nights bankhead reading i was inspired to create a blog. Maybe it will give my life some linear history of development, but it's probably too late for that.
In that case i will be posting prose, poetry, postcards, artwork, and other works up here. Let's be honest though, this is a blog, i will probably just write down petty thoughts or try to articulate bizarre feelings of isolation (i am me....and the only me. it gets lonely). I'll try to kick it off right with the next post, but until then here is a postcard i made last night. It's cancer themed so don't tell my Grandma(s) (rip) or my Dad (still kicking). This is one of three i made last night (all differnt). (sorry for the phone pic as well.)