Yes, many things have changed but for the most part it still feels the same. All it took to make the
stratosphere luminance with expectation of oversize optimistic desires was you. Maybe that doesn't make any sense but it was fun writing. Most of the paint had dried over night and the beer soaked rug still reek of midnight nachos. It was morning again and her smell had started to dissipate from his blankets. He thought of keeping busy but wounder how to go about it. Dinner last night, which he cooked for a party of crazy, was delicious and filling. Looked messy but looks aren't everything right.
Had gone to a tattoo art show last week and now it's the weekend again. I know you keep watch over me and so many of the post from here on end will be about you in some way or another. For those that keep track of this blog should also check out his flickr account. If the link doesn't work then try www.flickr.com/photos/linesonpaper and try to leave comments. As far as facebook is concern let's just say when it's only two or three people that ever leave any comments and the rest send you stupid evites to places that are not free or interesting well...
This was one of the cars at the artshow. The name was swamp thing and caught it before it sparked away into the city night.
Now some of the pictures in that site get clicked on more than others like...
gets more hits than...
Which we think is a much better subject to view. Don't really understand it but as long as someone likes our pictures that's what counts? Whatever the case might be, this is one of our favorite
Kisha-Marie rose.
It was painted around the end of October for November's Gallery 11 artshow in San Antonio Texas. It was inspired by a picture of a really great person. She had bought a perfect stranger, that she had never met, a pro flickr account. Maybe to some that's not much but to him it was a gift out of nowhere for no other reason than to see more of his pictures. This little gift meant more to him than she could have ever imagine. To show her appreciation that painting was made for her. Even though she didn't take it he was glad because she had change his closed little world to open up again. Get his heart pumping again. Maybe paint something else and not sit at home all day playing gawd damn videa games. Speaking of which...
Ok, two hours past so don't expect this to make any sense. Time to take a walk, maybe some pictures then get ready for a night of unknown what's the word, magnetism of my lens. Should we take the camera with us? Would anyone speak with us if that wasn't there? So be thank for the people that make us get out there and the people that give kind words to fill our emptiness.
If we do go out today most of the pictures will be posted on flickr but if it's something worth writing about well, stories will come with it. Until then take care everyone...
Yes, many things have changed but for the most part it still feels the same. All it took to make the stratosphere luminance with expectation of oversize optimistic desires was you. Maybe that doesn't make any sense but it was fun writing. Most of the paint had dried over night and the beer soaked rug still reek of midnight nachos. It was morning again and her smell had started to dissipate from his blankets. He thought of keeping busy but wounder how to go about it. Dinner last night, which he cooked for a party of crazy, was delicious and filling. Looked messy but looks aren't everything right.
Had gone to a tattoo art show last week and now it's the weekend again. I know you keep watch over me and so many of the post from here on end will be about you in some way or another. For those that keep track of this blog should also check out his flickr account. If the link doesn't work then try www.flickr.com/photos/linesonpaper and try to leave comments. As far as facebook is concern let's just say when it's only two or three people that ever leave any comments and the rest send you stupid evites to places that are not free or interesting well...
