Sunday, December 10, 2006
another bad day.
sick of puter, so i went to the basement to work on the iowa painting i started. the tree came quick. as did the top corn.
when i paint like a knitter. i don't paint all over. i suppose that is 'wrong'. but, i either start in the back to the foreground, or foreground back. i don't plan ever on space in paintings, but it usually just happens. maybe cause howw i paint.
it gonna be another depressing one i suppose. was the 1st iowa painting depressing?
well, to continue. in 2004, keith got into madison fair on the square. BEEEG show. i have been in twice. both times with roadkill. well, i said i would help him. but when he called, i forgot the fucking cell and i was out in west bend. so that other woman, who he said was a vice-principle(i think she wanted him) helped him.
but i drove out to madison, stayed with my counsin and went down around 11 to see him. stayed most of the day there. he wasn't selling as well as he does with pots, and i told him welcome to 2-D world. later i gave him some set-up advice, not sure if he listened. told him to come to my cousin's for some cheesecake. but the greese laden potato things he got or his dinner gave him a stomach ache. i TOLD him he shouldn't eat the greasy crap.
i shared my saltines and we had a nice time. showed him my 'air-conditioning'. it was quite warm behind his tent. i get my hair and shirt wet. he had gained weight from beer and bad eating after his sister died. he was thicker than i remembered. but still keith. not fat. but not as thin. bad food and beer does that i guess.
we talked about marquette. that was the one i missed. sigh.
i came back on sunday, couldn't stay as long. he hugged me as i left from behind and i did reach up my hand and got his head.
sadly the only time i saw him that year. but letters and calls we did. i prefered letters. i am not good at calling, buit when he did we would just talk. first time i felt at ease doing fone. not that i had many calls.
sick of puter, so i went to the basement to work on the iowa painting i started. the tree came quick. as did the top corn.
when i paint like a knitter. i don't paint all over. i suppose that is 'wrong'. but, i either start in the back to the foreground, or foreground back. i don't plan ever on space in paintings, but it usually just happens. maybe cause howw i paint.
it gonna be another depressing one i suppose. was the 1st iowa painting depressing?
well, to continue. in 2004, keith got into madison fair on the square. BEEEG show. i have been in twice. both times with roadkill. well, i said i would help him. but when he called, i forgot the fucking cell and i was out in west bend. so that other woman, who he said was a vice-principle(i think she wanted him) helped him.
but i drove out to madison, stayed with my counsin and went down around 11 to see him. stayed most of the day there. he wasn't selling as well as he does with pots, and i told him welcome to 2-D world. later i gave him some set-up advice, not sure if he listened. told him to come to my cousin's for some cheesecake. but the greese laden potato things he got or his dinner gave him a stomach ache. i TOLD him he shouldn't eat the greasy crap.
i shared my saltines and we had a nice time. showed him my 'air-conditioning'. it was quite warm behind his tent. i get my hair and shirt wet. he had gained weight from beer and bad eating after his sister died. he was thicker than i remembered. but still keith. not fat. but not as thin. bad food and beer does that i guess.
we talked about marquette. that was the one i missed. sigh.
i came back on sunday, couldn't stay as long. he hugged me as i left from behind and i did reach up my hand and got his head.
sadly the only time i saw him that year. but letters and calls we did. i prefered letters. i am not good at calling, buit when he did we would just talk. first time i felt at ease doing fone. not that i had many calls.
