Sunday, January 25, 2015

Slip Away.

I haven't got a lot to say lately.
I have been very deep in the process of living.
The time, there isn't enough time.
I would like to make at least one painting a week.
But as you can probably guess, they take some time.

This is fine though because it allows me to 
appreciate what I am doing while I am doing it.

This painting, along with three others will be on view
this coming weekend at the Outsider Art Fair in NYC.

This is exciting news.
From me to you.

Sunday, January 18, 2015


These guys. 
How strange to have children. 
One just lost his first tooth,
The other one is just sprouting new ones. 

The tooth fairy came and took he tooth. 
I got up early and shaved that morning. 
I'd been growing a mustache, it was time for it to go. 
I said to burger "where's that tooth you lost?"
He looked and found the quarters left by the fairy and said, "I don't know, there's just these nickels."
I said, "Oh no! Where's my mustache?"
He's like, "I guess she took your mustache too"

Today he was eating a hamburger and he has this far off look in his eye.
I asked him what he was thinking about.
He goes "What's that poop that is just like barfs?"

Meanwhile at home the little one is scooting around like a little bumper car.
He is yelling and slapping the table, like he is in on some joke and angry 
that the rest of us don't get it.
I wrestle with him and he goes straight for my eyes.
The only time he really settles down is when Burger is 
around, and then he will just sit and observe.

Back and forth.

I love these guys.

Sunday, January 04, 2015

Soft Rumblings

There is a stomach bug burning through the house.
It has me on high alert and terrified for the safety of my stomach contents.

Tonight as I turned the lights off, Burger says 
"Dad, in case I wake up tonight and I am still hungry, leave some food in my room."

That's all I got.
love you.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Tiny Drips and Chunks

Seen in natural habitat with Mustache.
You ever hear someone say "time is fluid?"
Not always sure what that is supposed to mean. 
To me time feels like a bag of sand on my back. 
There is a hole in the bag, a tiny hole that lets a small, 
steady stream of sand out of the bag allowing the bag to get lighter. 
That's just me. 

Take that for what it's worth. 

But you don't get it back, time. 
You can't put the sand back into the bag. 
There isn't a discussion needed to prove me wrong. 
There isn't time for a discussion. 

You ever look back?
Don't do that. 
Don't look back. 
It's easy to do, but don't. 
Where's that ever gotten anyone?

I got kids man. 
I can't look back now. 
The things I thought I wanted to do? 
That shit doesn't matter now.
 It's only the future. 
Only the kids. 

Be a stand up guy, always, for everyone that will appreciate it. 
Be an A-Hole to anyone that wants you to be an A-Hole. 
Fill your roles is what I am saying.

I don't know man, I'm alive, aren't I?!

Moving on...

The light coming in from outside is making the most beautiful shadows on the wall.
I wish you were here to enjoy it with me.

Keeping Up.