Painting pictures is dumb.  

When the Time Comes

You were born and then you started dying.  Time doesn't measure how long you live, it counts your grains of sand until you're empty.  I'm scared to death...halfway, at least.  

I went painting yesterday...stood in an alley with some cool people.  Today is Monday, tomorrow is September 11th, it's beginning to smell like autumn, and I hope you're happy.

Give Your Phone an Ego

Don't shoot the instant messenger, but...

You're kind of dumb without your smart phone appendage, aren't you?  How does it feel to know Google and social media are shaping the largest part of your "intellect"?  

Keep your devices close folks...if Siri can't answer your questions with news propaganda or back up your argument with a Wikipedia article, your identity as a human being is holding the rest of us back from progress.  For God's sake, somebody out there needs your Google search for their Google search recommendations!

How did they say it...plug in, log on, drop out? 

cy·borg

[ˈsīˌbôrɡ]

NOUN

1. a fictional or hypothetical person whose abilities are extended beyond normal human limitations by mechanical elements built into the body.

Thank you Elon for the affirmation.  He's just Kardashian-ing his market, you know?  Reaching the masses...

Art Allergies

5 Yard

oil on canvas

12" x 16"

While I'm sure most of you don't miss my musings, I wanted you to know that I do.  I'd be throwing around my best attempts at some sort of cynical humor if it weren't for the school day.  Any energy not spent by three o'clock is typically reserved for yard work, trimming my eyebrows, and refining my freestyle yo-yo routine.

One of my students sneezed in my face last week.  It was my fault.  I sat down across the table from him to ensure he held his clay with both hands while forming a pinch pot.  In a split second, he decided to save his art assignment instead of avoiding an embarrassing mucus spray to my face...it was the right decision.