[reposted from wessforeman.com/blog] The design of this painting came fully formed out of my head — it doesn’t usually happen that way but sometimes it does. I’m pretty sure it comes from an image I’ve seen before. Maybe a painting, maybe an illustration, maybe an ancient Chinese watercolor scroll — I don’t know. I placed all the major elements on the canvas...
excerpt from a sci-fi story I’m writing… Pindl stands outside the house of judgment under the easement where it is somewhat dry. It is the rainy season and the streets are slick with the acrid black rain of it. Pindl wonders if the black rain of Rendadt has always been poisonous. People don’t talk about the weather anymore — he knows that much to be true. A man dressed in...
DRINK IN DEEP by Brother Gordon I woke up with a...
"This is the sound of a gavel..." →
Judge John Hodgman Podcast — a delight.
Punctuation in case you are unaware makes better sense of words thrown otherwise haphazardly into an unorganized pile
cold red passing tail lights make me think about the time in July lost in New York after Miss Saigon was over and we were tired but laughing at everything remotely humorous, wired and worn out at the same time and I’m tired though I don’t know if I’m ready to go to bed and I’m flying though I don’t know how to land this thing I’ve been to the mountain, looked...
UNDERDOG by Brother Gordon you’re stronger...
I wanted to say but didn’t — she interrupted you and I, and I didn’t explain myself well, I’ll give you that, but you were not very understanding, quite rude actually — I’m only human and she’s my little sister and — oh, you thought I and she? I see now the confusion.
MOVIEBOX by Brother Gordon T.V. trays stacked in...
Five Trees painting
[reposted from wessforeman.com/blog] Five Trees, 18x24” $300 This is a smaller version of my “Seven Trees” painting, which received a lot of positive remarks at various art shows. I had a feeling that a smaller version would work as well and have the added benefit of a lower price tag. I’m sure this won’t be the last of this new series — in fact, I think...
The arts are not a way of making a living. They are a very human way of making...– Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country, 2005 (via happythings.)
strange to think I'm home
strange to think I’m home — you stepping up the high steps of school bus to sit with [whom you call] your children — I’m here thinking [and you’re probably doing what I was at your age] what it was like for me — day dreaming and running out of breath at recess, people your own age, rush of disorder and it hasn’t become a drag yet — it’s...
[reposted from wessforeman.com/blog] After an off-handed comment the other day from the wife — something about me not painting any new paintings for our own walls for quite some time — I set about painting her an early Valentine’s present. This, a painting of our son Mason, was meant to be a quick paint-sketch, but I kept going with it — perhaps too far, perhaps not. It...
all I ever wanted
all I ever wanted was a red fire engine, and a fighter jet, a saxophone, a microphone and remind me nothing lasts all I ever wanted was a Flash Gordon laser show, a rocket pack like Boba Fett’s, a radio the song plays: “ya move too fast” all I ever wanted was a high speed car chase, and a baseball bat, a video chat, a laser gun and I should be content with that all I...
mosaic / wait for me
You and I, a couple or almost — hard to say. I’ve gone on ahead — your voice echoes off thick walls of mosaic and I can hardly make out what you said — something like wait for me but something more — like wait for me something something echoing echoing drowning out the words with too many layers and textures of you — but wait for me so I wait for you and I ...
I saw Repo Man again after so many years ago, so long ago that I remembered nothing of the movie except the title and the principle actors, and I quite enjoyed it this time — last time I was too young and my ears too tender for such language. I mean it’s no Shakespeare but nobody likes Shakespeare anyway right? Maybe I was too young for Shakespeare come to think of it. Okay,...
Emoticon I, by wessf
emoticon i think you have me confused with somebody else (you with your smile winking at me and that clever smirk on your otherwise barren face ;-)
Inspiration's Return, by wessf
sun is shining once again and after so much rain — lifting back sheer curtains on tiptoes — lands, flicks tail feathers darts quick-beak at swollen lawn and comes away with worm-wriggle flees to somewhere beyond the purview of my kitchen window watching — I drop the weight of it and it drifts down — how do I return from these days of dreariness outside and months away...