Hands 10" by 14" graphite on paper 2003
1/7/10
1/6/10
SumserWest 2009
1/5/10
1/4/10
1/3/10
SLO Drawing
SLO Drawing8.5" by 11" ink on paper 2005
owned by Jackson Lee
I'm playing the long game
So maybe you'll call me
If you remember my name
It doesn't hurt to try
1/2/10
1/1/10
12/31/09
12/30/09
2010 - The Twelve Month Projects by Title
1. Paul Simon Paul Simon
2. On the Our
3. Comicollage
4. Waiting for Waits
5. The Facebook Show
6. ???
7. Comicosm Tour
8. 1000 Drawings
9. 1 Painting
10. Men of Toys
11. ???
12. Sumser West
*subject to change
2. On the Our
3. Comicollage
4. Waiting for Waits
5. The Facebook Show
6. ???
7. Comicosm Tour
8. 1000 Drawings
9. 1 Painting
10. Men of Toys
11. ???
12. Sumser West
*subject to change
12/29/09
2010 - The Twelve Month Projects by Media
1. Music
2. Writing
3. Collage
4. Film
5. Digital
6. Animation
7. Tour
8. Drawing
9. Painting
10. Sculpture
11. Photo/Video?
12. Music
* subject to change
2. Writing
3. Collage
4. Film
5. Digital
6. Animation
7. Tour
8. Drawing
9. Painting
10. Sculpture
11. Photo/Video?
12. Music
* subject to change
12/28/09
12/27/09
Jackson and Marshall
Jackson and Marshalldigital photo 2005
Heard the song because the first two tracks were scratched.
On the Spatial Understanding Necessary for Rear-View Mirror Use
or: I'm going, going back, back to Cali
The cold coffee brings life to his eyes
The hunchback wheezing shifts to a sigh
No sad-sackery, no new tune
Just the tight array of the afternoon
Bob told me the change is when
You're doing your work and you look again
You've stopped knocking at all their doors
And they've begun gathering at the stoop of yours.
That lever that drops the seatback down
Sometimes doesn't catch but you don't notice
But the long term affect of that slight spiral
Will shape and ache your back
And then I'm like: Poetry? fuck that.
On the Spatial Understanding Necessary for Rear-View Mirror Use
or: I'm going, going back, back to Cali
The cold coffee brings life to his eyes
The hunchback wheezing shifts to a sigh
No sad-sackery, no new tune
Just the tight array of the afternoon
Bob told me the change is when
You're doing your work and you look again
You've stopped knocking at all their doors
And they've begun gathering at the stoop of yours.
That lever that drops the seatback down
Sometimes doesn't catch but you don't notice
But the long term affect of that slight spiral
Will shape and ache your back
And then I'm like: Poetry? fuck that.
12/26/09
12/25/09
12/24/09
12/23/09
12/22/09
12/21/09
12/20/09
12/19/09
12/18/09
12/17/09
12/16/09
12/15/09
12/14/09
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