Happy New 2012

I am stoned. just before high noon, the first high noon of 2012. I am thinking about what things I would like to change in 2012, or do things I never did in 2011. What would those things look like. One thing I am most certain of. It is the year of introspection and exploration. It is a year of really delving into spirituality. Not being scared of what others would think of me if I got into Tibetan Buddhist Meditation on the heavy. 

I didn’t really make any art this last year. I need to change that too. I need to read more books. I get into a great headspace when I am consistently reading be it fiction or non-fiction. I wonder what that’s about. Why is my head clearer and calmer and my spirit more full when I am reading a book. I guess it’s escapism of sorts. Maybe an internal outer body experience. Maybe it means that I need more stimulation than I think, or more time off from the real world in order to come back and be fully committed to living it.

I have dreams that are outside of my reality. Not much different, mostly including more gardening, sunshine, plants, animals, food, hikes and walks, getting stoned on peyote, smiling a lot more. I am slowly shedding this old codger bullshit I like to think I own. Every day that passes by I realize I am a stone cold hippie. In all kinds of ways. From liking, in fact, scratch that, LOVING the smell of patchouli to believing that all we need is love. Even the terrible people on the planet, it’s usually a lack of love that creates wars, crimes…it could all be linked to lack or or surplus of love.

 

See what I mean about the hippie thing? 2012: Year of the Hippie. I think I just made a pact to not cut my hair til 2015. Yes, I just did.

 

Blessed be your day. Make art, love, friends and music.

Art Void

I have been forcing myself to both run and paint after work. It changes everything when i can just zone out and paint. It’s both alarmeing and comforting. The more stressful work becomes, the more I need to paint. The more I need to paint, the more I let go and leave on the canvas the better I feel

new drawings!

I have been drawing some. Tomorrow I am getting up very early and drawing some more. I will update with said images. It’s hard to explain, but I feel the most real, the most honest when I am just sitting down and quietly drawing.

Been a while, long time.

I am going to slowly phase out of the coffee related blog as I don’t really feel like keeping up a blog about my career/job anymore. I would rather write about/document other things in my life besides my job.

Also, I need to draw more, paint more, photograph more then write on this blog more. So, this is a page turning, as essentially I need to shift some things around in my life in order to feel more fulfilled. Ever since my mother passed away on May 25th, I feel the urge to just be more active in my own life.

I’ve done it.

finally.

I feel good about the progress. I feel good about the fact that when i get home after work, I am still able to sit for an hour or two, and draw. It’s coming in small air-filled rushes of energy, but it’s coming.

Art: Love and Hate

Every once in a while I find myself needing to make art. Life-blood sort of necessity. But then I sit, and I blank out. Will it always be like this? On a sleepless night, I think about this. I can picture myself sitting at my desk and making myself draw. I need to realize that no matter how much I try to run away, or shove this deep down, it will always float to the surface (or claw its way up).

At least photographs save my ass from time to time.

Stewart Park, Ithaca, NY 2008

Lies

I lie to myself sometimes. I told myself I would work on art today, but I didn’t. Instead I helped my wife make bread, and watched a whole lot of Bridezilla. HA.

But I did do some research for the piece I am working on. So it wasn’t a total lie. Besides, I hate lies. Better to be honest even if it makes you an asshole lazy artist (like I was sorta, today)and lies only get easier to tell, so I guess this is my confessional, cuz the lyin’s gotta stop here. I’m too old for it.

heart machine

this is an old piece. I am working on a new piece and I have to photograph a new painting and upload it.

the piece I am working on is a commission from a wonderful friend. She gets to pick it up when she comes to visit.

slow and steady

I started a new drawing. I know I need to purchase a camera soon. I have a whole series of drawings I would like to finish by the spring.

I will post them as they get finished. One by one by one.

nothin’ yet

don’t think i am not thinking about it right now. I am taking baby, baby steps to start this thing called being creative again. Work is wearing me down, and sometimes I cannot even think with the artistic mind. It’s bizarre. Gotta get rid of this mild depression/stress first.

been collecting images both drawn and photographed to start a real library of visual stimulation.

stay tuned.