studio 12, the new installation on oak, is going well.

a modestone, fast and furious
this website is by golly curious.

and who would use the web
to spread
the bed or call

a fall
a certain
mall.

where there isn't concern for lost soul and burning turns

my you certainly are a serpant

Frick And Frack, Acrylic Mixed, 24"x 32" , $350
Part of the Installation at the new Studio 12

the statement that blue is now means that blue is where i explore. all worth exploring is blue, in my passion, the muse is blue. this allows a clear focus. focus can challenge. much to do, to see, to experience. passion seeks, seduced by all. distraction, limits production.

image:: blue self blue :: blue period

also::

fort collins experienced a hail outburst sometime around 3pm yesterday.

this white ice, blue.
spring beauties destroyed

just another artist
messing with
a perfectly good canvas.

there isn't much to this thing, these interactive days. my goodness, the BLUE is the limit. and so, this blue period. the music is better here. and so this site is changing, and the BLUE period is evolving.

and that's the thing with periods, they offer focus.

blue.

suggested read:
Blue Like Jazz: Nonreligious Thoughts on Christian Spirituality

the blue Period has begun.

fans of this site
be advised the site is going through such needed overhaul.

coming soon:

the current fantasy blues and diamonds

forever more this is the period we suffer, the new artist, this is the blue period,

negative view :: where lies save you and death follows you and all is sick with desire.

declarative view:: this is the back-breaking blue period, where powerline meets curb.

come back to this artist site, all will be communicated properly.

a note on communicae

Some may wish to visit
Ken Babbs’ http://www.skypilotclub.com/

Babbs was one of the original merry pranksters, the lot who followed Ken
Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, through the “hippy” Acid Tests of the 60’s.

Tom Wolfe’s, The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test documents the whole deal.

Babbs and I have been exchanging emails for awhile. He cites the Truth and
Lies Experiment on his website. Grats, skypilot.

on observations in the backyard morning space, nature's reliability.

can not ignore
this . . .
allure.

of butter flies
in morning, these birds
hopeful,
sounds,
no lie.

I was born in the 70's. Music, Film, and Photography all created using analog, the rich medium. Even popular music had been riding a wave that meant something. Seemed there was more courage to reach noble places, before the system had a strangle hold; American Idol and all.

I saw an advert for the remake of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. John Depp plays Wonka. It looked very digital. And there was one snippet with some squirrels where the film cuts to Depp saying something like, “Don’t play with the squirrels nuts.”

I’m aware of a forest from the trees syndrome. All of these systems. Must have simple-minded sex reference in kids movie. And everyone is so wrapped up in following the “successful” formula. And we all have to make a living you know. And if it works, you know. And I just wonder, as with everything else these days, how empty is it going to get? And what’s it going to take for a champion, an artist, for me?

the setup at the Fort Collins Museum for my live painting exhibition,
part of the first friday event.

In recent weeks I’ve read some informative works featuring the concept (perhaps even the psychology) of art and so-called “artists”. Generally I’m discovering the artist as a person-type, a diagnosis, a definition. This knowledge is useful to me. I relate, and I recoil.

I am not a researcher in the productive sense. This artist subject, though, may be a research I would pursue one day. There’s a great deal of material on this already. There’s a great deal of material everywhere.

But still, these works I’m reading speak of this process, this chiseling, this “productive” doing thing.

I’m not one for labels, and yet I am always seeking to label myself. I have a business card that reads, kEith kimmel, “artist.” Am I an artist? From these books I’ve been reading it seems so.

They suggest there is a problem. And there is. Among them: art can be solitary. Art can be unrewarding.

The first major work I did was Jeremy's Prophecy Dot Com; this was an interactive novel. There was mostly writing in that work. There was graphic design, as well. I thought maybe I was just an author. That my lot was to write books for a living. Only recently did I even discover painting.

“It is said that artists don’t get down to work until the pain of working is exceeded by the pain of not working.”

Indeed.

Further Reading:
Bayles, David , and Ted Orland. Art & Fear. Santa Barbara: Capra
P, 1993.

Cameron, Julia . The Artist's Way. New York: G.P. Putnam's Sons,
1992.