December. Shanes being brought up online. He died two years ago. Still think about him.
Why I showed up when I first got here, by Patti. And stole two things from her.
One was about working in theatre. Where sharing in its creation is an exchange that makes it HAPPEN.
I tend to cacoon with the lunes and their oddasea — The second thing was more whats my line. About finding something and then where it goes my nose picks up on and keeps following it out, finding where galls turns it into irony… I think of it as palpably subhuman.
See what it is to no it. The little piggies… I have piggies that are obtuse, their structurally asymmetrical.
The independent observer, the independent thinker, like when. When was I ever an independent thinker. I never let go, not once, if I found things there and back, as a matter of consequence in my work. The more I found the worse it get… Shell fish whore.
Shane had a great brain. I fell in love with his brain… and theatre is a funny business.
Rocker pavilion kept on showing up everywhere I went — started falling into the business, but then the rhymer bust out from behind all that and took it, took it all.
I split from the business. Went off and drew for cash instead. Rhymer found hidden treasure lured by the unspeakable, and never left…
Tangent to Drawing
Am rewiring my hand drawings. Through simplicities. Going back to basics.
I can do sketch exercises, really quick. Been on Fresco doing watercolor experiments. Its fun but I want to go back to real watercolor. Do simplicities first. And then multi media. Ink, maybe even wax pastels. Not for art, for surface designs.
And forbid strict botanical. Not real flowers. Free from any prior expectations except basic structures. Maybe more like my birds… But using water to spread, play waterspreads with inks. Limited palette…
Get 3 good ones out of 12 and thats a start.
Also novelties based on architecture. I want to do a windows print. I want to do crayon checks mixed with watercolor. Water and wax…..In bold colors.
And anything else that comes up while drawing. Little structural misfits… that are cartoon but have character.
Yes. I want the perspective on a circle just by looking at it. And I can get there pretty quick. If I play around doing sketchies. Doing lessons in a book thats available on line called 30 days to drawing. Mark Kistlers.
Its not a difficult book. Its really best about concocting perspective with regular shapes and building on it… Doing a couple a day. Now up to advanced cubing.
Hanging on the line
Shane was one of the most honest people I have ever known. I always listened to what he said.
In his way he always encouraged me. Miss him forever.
How can I ever be — language independent. Blake, Beethoven and Shane. I fell back, it outdid me. It forced me out of my slumbers, wouldnt sleep.
Can cross connect. He got that.
So I do it with Chatterton and Diderot. Where is the shame in that. And bring in Clarice. Its a joyce operation intermingled through the rhetoric. I let go of any notion of owning anything, and let it mime its way into me —
Rhyme rollers climb all over what isnt ours, like Lenny says. It isnt mine. And yet I am always doing my best to pin it on somebody. So that it retains some ground.
In it On it Of it…. Woo it.
Cascade into a rhythmic burst. And skin of beetle.
My strife as a caterpillar… and somebodies foot! Yeah but you missed a leg…
Talk to the lawn chairs all day long. It helps me get in at detail. And interwave with that something I picked up from Patti about exchange and creation. That intermingles with kite and night and affection, affection is what brings it into being, even why it happens at all.
At every interval something comes up. Why say NYET. How should I ever be independent of Pessoa and Cioran. They stick nose in and hear for their own heartbeats?
That make any sense, NC….
I think about theirs as being musical? Yes in terms of carrying a tune —
Clarice yells love. Even Virginia says love. Nick says love. Shane. I dont know. He could go either way. I was debated. Put up a fight...
Never stopped liking him though. He is all over my work in terms of influence on the musical nature of it. He sought things across airs… helped me break through on structured verse. And even a sense for riding the narrative.