December 29, 2017

just #drawfool

2018 one voice with many. "They" say bad people have brainwashed us, ruined the country, are ruining the world for all of us. What happens if the meek and the peaceful, seekers of truth and happiness, we the people. What happens if we all think for ourselves? Love from a safe distance without wish to trespass. Not romantic love, but storge and philia.

Philia; usually translated as "friendship" or affection, a mutual type of love shared by lifelong friends, fellow-soldiers and familiars. It’s not about God, because we are not equals with God. But, could be a type of love given by a craftsperson to a loyal customer, if the customer “loves” via returning loyalty to the craftsperson. No belief in anything required, just be you.





Inner sunshine -- just draw fool.



Storge what is that silly human going on about?

Doesn't matter, people don't read blogs anymore. I am free to be too honest. No comments, no RT, or "likes". Well, one like on a doodle, from a kind friend.

Expulsion is not a meme. Just getting stuff out of recursion from wearing a groove in the back of my mind, so I can move forward to other thoughts. 


Perfect amount of hangover for the first day of 2018.

Jan 2nd, 2018
No excuse, I know, but I drew this too much yellow thing #doodle, in the dark.
Jan 3rd, 2018
This was my 4th doodle try today, so I just went with it. 

December 22, 2017

It's that time of year again


Yes. No I am not going to talk about the 'Hole-A-daze'. Fierce Mountain, Dec 22nd, 2017.

Tho, I am cute in this drawing, unlike Santa I am looking over all of you. Do I care? Nope. I am here.


Hi ya'll happy 24th :) 
and 25th too.


Orange you just ice skate juggling? "This" is how I "feel" about Christmas. What's my point? = Exactly.

This is how I sometimes feel "talking" with strangers on the interwebs.

getting close to 2018, it's Dec 28th, 2017

December 18, 2017

battle for my attention - ceramic art versus clean inside art and writing stuff

Folded in-between pages of other doodles, some from my doodle-a-day expulsion-of-the-fool goal, and other scribble drafts of the main project I am currently working on, I have been designing ceramic art again. These “plans” include how I’m going to fire this new series of pieces, how I want to texture the surfaces and colors for glazes I haven’t mixed up yet, much less tested. It’s sad because I’m so close to being able to start working in my first-ever very-own clay-studio and also so far away from being in there doing that.

The guilt monster is like. “If that’s what you really want to do with your time, you’d be out there in that cold damp vermin-infested rickety box doing it. Nothing would stop you if that’s really what you want/who you are, so don’t feel sad, just do the thing.”

The rational part of my brain just glares at the guilt monster with a cold dead hatred like the stare from the scuffed-dull plastic-eyes of an old stuffed-animal that has taken years of abuse. In a way this is actual, I’m in a giant fuzzy housecoat and fuzzy slipper boots with plush winter pj’s on, all black with my plastic glasses and matted curly hair that needs a wash, again. I am rather like a human stuffed in a furry costume. It’s 40 something and dropping what do I expect this far North in December, of course with climate change it’s not as cold as it should be, but dude has as it been raining. It leaks in there. I’m not budging from my fuzzy wrappings for clay today. This is the conclusion I draw, but then, I keep thinking about my layers of wool and fake-silk hiker’s underwear, In a pile under my icky-clay-sweater and work-jumper. I might go out there and drag a few 50 lb bags and boxes of clay around. Then I think about the wedging table I haven’t built yet. Damn-it, need so much heavy stuff to make ceramic art. (Just FYI, built my clay wedging table in March, 2018).

 I could set up for tiles, but things are not ready to dry a kiln load of art. They would explode just like the several kiln loads of tiles did before I started fire drying them. I don’t have fuel and time enough to waste fighting the weather to get things dry enough to not explode. I take a deep breath, turn the page and shift my focus.




December 17, 2017

new blue is green

I'm messing with the light, and not turning on any lights. I know better. The camera always tells what the mind chooses to ignore and it is so grey in the Pacific Northwest it's green-blue. If you have a mood disorder affected by light, don't move here. Common knowledge, but true.
 
a grey town near a bay under a mountain in the rain 12-17-2017


December 13, 2017

www the interwebs belong to me and you

When the automobile was invented four engineers spread thousands of miles apart without any connection to each other designed a vehicle at the same time.

The real reason why Net Neutrality was voted down, past the obvious "money" and "power" is because many, many people spread across the world are sharing ideas. We the people of the world, not just the "police" of the world, the USA, but, we billions together are unstoppable. Instead of war, this time, the revolution could be passive and this ideal of a Star Treck like global economy with copy-left environmental patent sharing. "They" could lose control and we, the meek could rule the world. I am praying to a force without limitations and definition for our thousand years of world peace "they" can never profit from. I am praying for global economic leveling and a digital renaissance. For the hands working creative jobs robots can never do. For an end to the "new" racism of physical characteristic discrimination. For a planet saved from worthless greed by a selfless environmental shift of global consciousness. A megalomaniacal daydream for good.

☮ + 💚 Be


Thoughts in the air and why "they" voted down Net Neutrality.



Here's to all the voices of the "little" people on the interwebs.  ☮ + 💚 + www +




December 12, 2017

not going to wait for aught 18

Had this idea, while expelling 50k of word-vomit this Nov 017 to expel my nonsense for a year or so, get it out of my system, to help transition towards either art or fiction or my hope for a marriage of both.


world munching marble finder skull-crushing box of all boxes, 
just my brand of intergalactic alligator meets TV AI, + just-in-time for X-mas. 

Dec 14th - 7th, 2017





12/7/17 pages set out for planning, ready set go!