#tbt In college at CCAD around 1996 we had one project in our Oil painting class that we had to paint on a “found object”, and not only incorporate the image into the shape and feel of the object, but the image & the found object have to be related. So, I snagged this rough old ‘32 fender from @jack_strunk (I think), and painted this image of a ‘32 Roadster on it. It turned out really cool. The funny thing was, the SoCal catalog was not originally planned, the instructor explained that the piece “needed something inside the interior as a reward when your eye circles the entire piece, flows into the car, down into the interior, it needs to find something there... “. Its funny to me how times, tastes, and interests change over the years. I was still learning the ropes on “Traditional Hot rods” and instead of a more correct 17” Four spoke, I put a 15” Three spoke.. (I’m sure its what the car I referenced had)... but, I distinctly remember the car had Disc brakes, and I switched it to Buick drums. This was the ONLY time I ever worked in Oils. This piece is in the collection of @hotrodmafia now, in Owensville Oh. #history#artsyfartsy
Landed at 2am. Arrived at my hotel 3am. After huge confusion, fell asleep on a rooftop Terrance tent at 4am.
410am: prayers begin to blast. Decided to stay up and watch the stages of the sunrise (in reverse order)
you asked what it was i wanted to be
after i'd asked you. & i said a brick
because being perfectly senile, stable, compact yet thick
of no emotion
sounds like a conversation
i'm willing to have with my left side brain.
because when i don't eat it is sipping coffee
with dreamy eyed calculations
of how to fade away & not snap
because i'm still deciding how to break today
if i faded away to a brick
i would keep strength which my bones were breaking down in
leaves don't wither for the sake of being pretty
nobody counts natural corpses in the newsfeeds
to be a brick you see
i'd be confined alongside, laid in with other idealists
smeared with eternal numbness to keep us fraternizing for a support system
a public trust
you could run your hand along me while walking-
no longer caring just as you do now- & i would feel nothing,
not a single
of fear or hope.
but if i was a brick,
for a building like that
how much public trust
or trust at all would you put in the system?. .