of all places, perhaps the warmth and familiarity of the dinner table is we bring our most authentic selves to satisfy all sorts of hungers---
the empty glass...there is always a thirst
the ketchup...that which covers, to taste more acceptable
the book...the words. the beauty of words
drawing of a face...finding your own, by studying others
i see this as a self-collage-- and lord knows, i could be off by a mile, but this is what was drawn out as i studied it
(the book is 'fish, blood and bone', correct? you would love the novels by james lee burke if you've never read them. the most beautifully written blend of beauty and brutality i've ever read.)- k.
This is just a photograph I took of my dinner table after I got through playing around with a piece of aluminum foil (wrapper to a piece of Dove dark chocolate) and made the sketch of the guy's face... I was going to work the image into a collage, but I loved the way it looked just like this.
Keep up the cool work on your blog. I love to visit.
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very cool collage again
but to show how odd my mind is --
what interests me most in this is what is almost seen -- the red book (?) in the top edge -- and the paper document in the top corner.
i put a few of my self portraits on my blog -- thanks again for doing mine.
this is just plain terrific
flesh blood and bone
dinner table indeed
I'm such a damn literalist
thanks
Hey! a little katsup'll
doctor just about any piece
of meat!
Tell me what is so bad
about death -
the dying?
Is it the surprise of joy
that transforms or
the pain ------- from
that joy?
bare with me
I'm new here so still
learning.
do you know you are dying?
..it's in your bed
on your hardwood floor
push it here and there
with a little lemon
pledge -
does it ever really
go away?
Karma simply means--Action
or Doing
feel
free
Like the star trek episode scotty:
you can think when you're dead
but you can't feel
this great big desiring action of a cluster
fuck we call life -
Who told you "death" was
bad? someone who could
tell?
I've asked my doing to move me back to the forth
as a concious
objecting
turd- but
i'm
a little touched.
;)
don't take me too seriously -
i'm really
dead ugly.
of all places, perhaps the warmth and familiarity of the dinner table is we bring our most authentic selves to satisfy all sorts of hungers---
the empty glass...there is always a thirst
the ketchup...that which covers, to taste more acceptable
the book...the words. the beauty of words
drawing of a face...finding your own, by studying others
i see this as a self-collage-- and lord knows, i could be off
by a mile, but this is what was drawn out as i studied it
(the book is 'fish, blood and bone', correct? you would love the novels by james lee burke if you've never read
them. the most beautifully written blend of beauty and brutality i've ever read.)-
k.
Jim-
This is just a photograph I took of my dinner table after I got through playing around with a piece of aluminum foil (wrapper to a piece of Dove dark chocolate) and made the sketch of the guy's face... I was going to work the image into a collage, but I loved the way it looked just like this.
Keep up the cool work on your blog. I love to visit.
Yrs-
Scott
Deirdre-
Thanks for stopping by. Glad you enjoyed this, you
damn literalist.
yrs-
Scott
anonymous-
lots of thought provoking ideas there...thanks.
I just enjoy worrying the bones, it soothes me.
Karen-
I'll check out Burke, I'm not familiar.
thanks!
Scott
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