it's not all good. there is disease and there are wars. there is also a lot of gratuitous lying and deception. there are banana peels to slip on... etc.
so what the hell are they talking about.
the painting is my third anti-war vision weave. it's not my plan to protest the way the world is very often but it's just time for a statement. war is a sickness of the mind caused by a mechanical state of confusion. everyone gets hurt... even the power possessors and the grey perpetrators.
as for wishing... i value the wish idea... kids understand how to wish. i wish people would wish more. a wish is high on the scale of being and maybe even light magic. i wish to be interested in everyone who stops to chat with me when i am hawking my wares on the venice beach boardwalk. which i am reporting about tonight while i know i can afford the time.
this is called the strange one... i sold it last week for $100 on the boardwalk to a very appreciative lady. i painted the 'strange one' 42 years ago. i was glad to see it go to someone who was an artist herself and thought it was a 'great painting' i don't think so , but it is interesting.the strange one.bmp
here is what it looked like last sunday. it's better to stand the paintings up, but i'll get to that.
i painted all weekend because i didn't win the lottery to be included. i'd rather be painting anyway, but i am concerned about paying my friends back as soon as possible. the lottery is a new thing which everyone hates. the interference from local government in what was a freewheeling free speech extravaganza for decades is just another sign of controlling fascist busybodies. oh well.
this is the sketch for my next oil painting. it's a theme i've drawn many times... about time to do it up proper.
k good night:cool:
be cool mes amies
If i described you as a bird
you'd be a dove
and in my mind the song i heard
white sound of love
were you similar to any fish
the angel fish would do
a floating presence some might wish
your gallant heart to woo
and you're as fragile as a doe
demure in dappled sunlit glade
a side of you i've come to know
and love as much as marmalade