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“for here there is no place that does not see you. You must change your life”

October 4, 2015

In a time of visual hit-and-runs, make the image a climax, a revelation. Let em work for it


Navels. I’m facinated by navels. everyone has one. a reminder that if someone had not been selfless at some point, we would not have made it here. to become monsters or angels, or whatever’s in between.


Here’s a fact: you will never stare at another human being as much as you will stare at your own baby- not your greatest lover, not your spouse, not your best friend.

Experience is two-edged; it can either open you up or cocoon you into a seeming reality. Mostly it’s the latter. So beware.


Somewhere there’s a quote by Rilke: “I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone…”

that would characterize me  in my personal life, and socially. at work,  it keeps me frustrated. time and again, ( perhaps grossly misplaced) I look for bosses who are sages, who are true teachers and leaders. instead I find men who are simply trying to hold on to their jobs: defensive and afraid, narrow-minded, petty or manipulative. Instead of nurturing, bold, creative or inspiring.  this is ” reality “. everyone’s gotta keep paying the bills, right? it is, after all “work”, not an ashram. there are no giants out there



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August 15, 2015

An earthworm experiences its world internally through its mouth, and through its entire skin, externally. To it, the world is solid. Exposed to air, to “nothing”, it is completely perplexed


the danger of complacency- the security of repeating yourself


bone-dog living on the fringes of towns

familiar just enough with the streets and alleys

startles at the squirm of curtains


loving someone is like driving- you’re only ever sure of how you’re driving on your side of the road, not how the other person(s) will drive on theirs.  you love anyway- until you don’t



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“All Art Is Exorcism”

July 29, 2015

Everything is a Path, individually tailored.

What matters is the lesson they’re teaching you.

Love your path for that reason. Don’t fall in love with it.


Every class struggle began as a personal struggle.

Every public paradigm shift began privately…and if truly meaningful,

continues and evolves privately.

It’s easy enough and quite convenient

to join the latest Cause Du Jour.

Know your values.

A boulder in the middle of surging rivers.


I started a painting.


Every time I pick up a brush I am a beginner again.

Beginner’s Awareness.

My one regret: forgetting to clean my brushes afterwards.



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” I am writing this in my old age. I used to call myself Hokusai, but today I sign my self ‘The Old Man Mad About Drawing.”

July 8, 2015

stuff happens.

first the phone cracked

then the pc crashed

then work transferred me

and I had to re-adjust.

and an amazing thing is growing.   there-

stuff happens.


not interested in control,

nor sad and tired powerplaygenderpoliticking;

i’m interested in generosity, courage,  Lorca’s “duende” –

some chutzpah.

i want to draw on the sidelines and simultaneously shout

!Ole!  !Ole!


i want to make bad paintings.

i SHOULD, I ALLOW myself to  make lots of bad paintings and drawings.

the problem honestly is i’m afraid of making bad art . it paralyzes.

i need to make a lot of mistakes. it’s ok. perfection is ignorance, immaturity. mistakes are lessons. bridges beyond,

you learn

from mistakes- they make you AWARE, they humble…perfection is complacency. smugness.

make lots of mistakes, make lots of crappy art. it’s ok. in the end , it’s all about necessity.



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“ In a snowfall that covers the winter grass a white heron uses his own whiteness to disappear.”

May 5, 2015

several weeks back I was staying with the person most dear to me, and she made me coffee before she left for work.
as I drank the coffee I noticed that the inside of the cup had fine craquelure all over and as I drank more of the coffee until empty the fine cracks got more pronounced and bolder at the bottom of the cup.
it was unexpected. it was a gradual surprise. perhaps unintended. but it made drinking the coffee and the coffee itself 100 times better.
on the outside bottom of the cup it said “Made In Japan”. probably circa 1950’s.
details, details.


imagine if you will a portrait which is not a semblance, a nude painting missing a body, a conversation without subject and object, a history: of everything.

that. that would be something



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“Now that you’ve found it, it’s gone… Now that you feel it, you don’t”

April 18, 2015

so here I am, painting, and it dawns on me that  the only way the painting can realize itself is within the painting itself.

let it answer its own questions- don’t get in the way, and bring something from the outside.

in this case, you have to think “inside the box”. the answer is within the box.

fuck thinking “outside the box”. it’s overrated and

meaningless. the problem is literally in the box-

thus the answer is somewhere in it.

to think otherwise is to be tangential- to be beside the point

to be art-ificial


the story ended as it began :

a lone wolf was found dead in the snow



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” i am all the days- that you choose to ignore “

April 2, 2015

You draw not to copy but to notice


How to find some kind of reasonable balance between life, art, and work…art predominating-

and this thing where one thing ends- let’s say a life, and another begins. I want them both…

if it’s a boy: Lucien Keone ( nickname Luke-Lucien from Lucien Freud the painter,  Keone is Hawaiian for John…

and if it’s a girl, Elise Martha ( Elise, from the Cure song- nickname Eli) )




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the dog of my life, my art assistant Ripley had to go through surgery recently-

and the biopsy result wasn’t good but at least she’s healing well, for now

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“Sail on by, sail on by for now
They play naked in the water
You know it’s hard, heaven knows I’ve tried
But it just keeps getting harder…
So won’t you lay me, won’t you lay me down
Won’t you lay me, won’t you lay me down “


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