irrelevant art

the good things

is my next post.....        =) 

well....

i seem to be having a difficult time getting a camera into work with me.  i hate to post without pictures, but i reckon if i'm to live up to promises....   it's going to have to be like that for the moment.  keep wanting to call.... but not knowing when.   so....    

it's been a whirlwind month.  imagine that you've inherited 'cheers' the bar, and you replaced Sam.  this is the allegory that fits for my circumstance.  many folks i've pissed off, many have dropped from the list of regulars to the now-and-thens.   i've been accused of trying to run everyone off.  ("yes, please, everyone leave now!  i'll just hang out here by myself!  no need for people to enjoy themselves and pay the bills!")   the neighbors hate us b/c we only have one toilet.   So every morning they have urination and vomit stains round the side of their buildings.  broken glass, etc.  we clean up all the trash, but the urin, difficult to do anything about.  i've had some regulars tell me "you've got to keep it dirty in here.  you can't clean it up too much.  it won't be the same and you'll run people off."   hm.  didn't quite know what to say about that one.  i understand the possible sentiment he was going for...... 'this is a hole in the wall, a bit dingey (sp), keep it down-home, yo'.  which is correct, dirty... not so much.

last night was my worst irritation so far.  the bathroom was tagged all over the show.  "taylor", i'll kick your shitty little ass whoever you are.  just rude.  just rude.  but, i've got more paint. 

but, the good things.... are very good indeed........

synopsis.

i want to post pictures..... so tomorrow i'll remember to bring my camera.  is tomorrow tuesday?  i can't remember.   i will try to communicate on that day.

but for a brief synopsis, we renovated the sidecar lounge.  the myspace is http://www.myspace.com/sidecar_okc, which has been met with good and bad comment.  i can say it's definitely cleaner and has some work to do still to make it not so... blank.  but, blank slate, new things.  i think it's rather an enjoyable atmosphere now.  late night still gets crazy, but the earlier evening is where the growth can come in to expand cash flow.  i'm GM there, and hopefully making loads of money whilst having a good bit of fun. 

i'll be setting up my studio to paint this weekend, hopefully.  then all will be lovely. 

tomorrow i'll communicate.

whew

i'm at home after work.   it's 4:30am.  i've been home for a little while, but i wanted to check email and update here.  but i'm falling asleep.    it's been crazy good times, and hopefully will keep on being so.  i will definitely give a full update very soon.   the first week ..... very many things  to do.   So, just to update that i'll update soon.      =)

tuesday

tuesday i will give an update with details of things.  tuesday is the 2nd october.  if i were to obsess, the day after tuesday is the 3rd of October.  also the opening track of matthew ryan's 'east autumn grin' album.  an album which during the past couple weeks here has been rather heavy in my memory.  perhaps next time i will deliberate slightly.  sadly love, still (pt 2), i must love leaving, and 3rd of October.  time and time only, ballad of a limping man, me and my lover... worry.  worry with it's beautiful strings....    anyway, it's 2:41 am.   i might as well go to sleep now.  i am going to sleep with a large sense of the possibilities of the future.  i am enjoying them as i start to drift into my other conciousness for the next 6 or so hours.  good night. 

1 wk

we've been here a week.  last night we went to red.  unbelievable.  beautiful.   it is all that.  i haven't anything to say about my job yet.  i'm still feeling things out, and interesting opportunities are in the making.   10 days from now i will know much more and have some potentially exciting thing to say about it all.  not painting yet.  this will come with a schedule and such. 

anyway, this is just the first week.   there are more weeks to come.  the future has many days, most likely.  who knows what will come inside them.   not i said the fly.

here it is.... a bit

well, here's a bit of it.......  one of the ones i really quite enjoy.  love.    there's me opening up on the interwebs.    

ok..   that's all for now.   pe mai tarziu....     dar... cu siguranta n-o sa fie ca timpul trecit//// sp,etjomg sp,etjomg/

as promised....

i'm back in oklahoma.   i've done a full figure eight.  oliver's first day of kindergarten, my first day of work.  i'm back to the world of restaurants....

driving the 24 foot truck with my car in-tow was interesting.  it only took 13 hours.  i thought it'd take 15 or so.  i played with a semi for a couple hours.  downhill i'd over take it, then uphill he'd overtake me.  the peddal was to the floor for all 13 hours.  it was a 53 gallon tank at 3$ /gallon. 

kansas is a lovely route in the late summer.  the fields were all hues of reddish brown, gorgeous oranges (and i'm not really an orange enjoyer), yellows, and greens... all in perfect rows, and remnants of formerly splendid barns caving-in on the horizonal distances.  the plains have grotesque emotional lurchings on the landscape.  there are lonely expanses that give no promise of ending.  the barns that look like they once held life and sustanance for many, now abandoned and depressed with the loss of purpose and meaning.   i just wish i could reproduce this massive feeling on canvas.  you may see, if you return to this page, an attempt or two of that wish in the future. 

so i arrive in the new surroundings, with very different eyes than i've seen this place before.  newness drips out of an old container, and a very urgent hope that i've not completely fucked up our lives again.  i put the picture named 'haus bad riedlingen' on this post b/c it seemed closest to the thing i'm talking about above, but i wanted to really put one that i've most recently left behind on this.  but i've no picture of it.  it's of a girl sitting on a kitchen counter top.  naked.  isolated.  far away.  it takes some imagination to reinvent a moment and discover how to take it to the future.  right now, i am desparately searching for the future, and how i might bring the good of the past with me and use it to guide the next step.  i already dearly miss the past for its' bits that are known and comfortable, and how my every moment was consumed with what i know, and weird hopes that glimmer in the distance......

one thing that comforts, she is on a safe wall with love surrounding her.  the past stays with me when i know the parts i have created in love are loved.   

hmmm.    glenfiddich speaks loudly this night.     ;)

60 odd days

two entire months' worth of time's passing.   when things go on here, typing is the last thing i can sit to do for any amount of time.  i've had a lot of goings on.  i've not painted, not typed, but i've written and been affected strongly in life's general path way.  i retreat into silence and mental/spiritual introspection in these times.   outward notifications don't come into consideration.  i still haven't adequate information available to post occurance deliberate upon, but i feel the need to come up to the surface sometimes to re-accquaint myself  with the outside world.  say hello, and that i've not abandoned all.  folks' past interaction and influence in life contribute so integrally with life when it is silent, .... they are the times when fundamentals speak their truths.   this is such a time.   this is such  a time

           " a twenty foot ladder and a ninety foot wall...."      m.r.,    may day

charlie

i have some kind of strange issue.  oliver and i have been wanting to watch tim burton's 'charlie and the chocolate factory' rendition.  we just finished reading the 'great glass elevator', and oliver is seriously enamoured by the whole flying through space in an elevator idea.  he was mostly excited by the elevator aspect of things, so was disappointed when it didn't go all the way in the film.  but here's the problem....

the first twenty minutes of the film... i was weeping and sobbing.  i had tears flowing down my cheeks.   when charlie found his golden ticket, i began pretending to oliver that i was laughing cos i was shaking so much with tears...    down my cheeks both sides. 

i've not been emotional about anything for at least thirty-one years or so, and i don't remember the last thing that brought a glimmer of moisture to my eye, but i was shakingly weeping with intense unstoppable emotion when charlie found that blasted ticket. 

i also have strong feelings about public display of emotion, especially in such things as bloggly avenues.  it's not my way... but ... this past couple days have not been in my usual way.  so bloody strange. 

  i am going downstairs now.  i will continue my paintingly evening.  please stop by jesse's place and say "hello, your music inspires us all to better things"......  his cd release party is going on right now.  i am missing it, by the way.... =(                     and if you listen to 'colourful year' you can hear nick's tremendous effort at a bit of mild scouse..........