the art of kEith ::: 'E' on everything

Just Do it and be cool. Get me Laid. Give me gold. Make me happy. -american prayer

strength in Vulnerability
Find me a new illusion

‘hannah’ 60 x 40″, acrylic on canvas

girls and love

girls and love

girls and love

and love

and family

and love

and the one’s i loved

and the hard part of love

and love

and love

and the really thick

break your neck part of love

and love

and detox

and love

and the great gig in the sky

and we still love pink floyd

notes and sketches

i lot of work starts in these notes

how to win at the art game.
act like you are in a war. imagine it.

transcend all past IMPRINTS on the mind

oh where doth my suffering come
this all encompassing tedious
what of this need for food?
No place to even call your own
Am I a doctor?
We all call for the Carpenter.

To dream the impossible dream
And then you wake up.

You reveal yourself all days long.

You will starve young soldier for what it’s worth
The curse the curse the curse
Not upon the empty sound
Not upon the sacred ground

Trippers and journeyman
A forgone intent
This lamentation stereo
You ought to repent

Which one’s sick
I don’t know
The death of you
Seems like ego.

I’m obsessed with the i dea t.
Facemum
Limp
Bizkit

a vulture ru

Heroin will kill u
The heart is only meant for so much
Blue

It sure seems like a sacrifice to live the artistic mind in this age. How can one keep from going mad? It takes a great deal of trial and error and learning how to be in imagination… to be a lion tamer and a lamb. to be socially simple and to be radically recalcitrant.

given talent, imagination, youthful wonder, emotion, and memory of innocence; one still has to be courageous enough to go! …. to abide like the Jack Rabbit and the Turtle. to tread way beyond the comfort of one’s own pleasures and pains into a life of imagination where each frame of one’s vision is potential… each frame, a photo, where each image can be or has the potential to be scene with the beauty of the divine. Wherein the illusion is obvious and evermore that more beautiful. That more delicious.

Philosophers, Kings, Poets, Mystics, they visit these realms; discuss these topics; live in this environment (perhaps). But the artist, the artist creates in this realm; creates with the very power of God the Creator … in as much as the scene he impregnates, this scene is his and God’s.

The artist (in my opinion) transcends all “visionaries” … his life is reflection. Every hue and line, every shape and object has potential to be just as it is, with sight alone, a masterpiece. For the artist lives in his masterpiece. These are the risks the rock star artist takes. These are the risks of soul and sanity that a person who calls themselves an artist has the potential to undertake. And if the artist choose not these risks, he is doomed to a life of mediocrity and distraction. Which is why artists starve, have emotional issues, mood disorders and the like. It is a consequence of denial of one’s true identity ..

flo
flo
bug spray
this death of words
i hear the snake
and take me away
i hurt
the minds ability
to think clearly
an ever changing response

respond
skillfully handling the way of your life
this place is a night mare
goodbye sweet ego

(2)
whenever you wish … you are filling your reservior

i refuse to feel that in my chest
i refuse to be manic energy

in quest for the ideal rate

thank you Adderol
for all your help

i will no longer be needing you.

Somehow she got stuck and so I was sort of stuck. Stuck in a warehouse in Miami’s wynwood district, my greatest support and my secret muse jumping ship.

Word’s can’t describe what it’s like to choose the risky path of creativity. there are hundreds, thousands who dabble, become inspired.

The information available these days, guru’s suggesting you can have it all, a magical life if you just focus on one. They forget to tell you about the work, and the fear.
Who dares to face themselves …