The Story: I was standing in line at the grocery store. There was a couple in their early twenties in front of me. The guy was playing with his iPhone. " I wish you looked at me as much as you do that iPhone." She said to him. She was obviously very irritated with him. He did not hear one word she said. She looked away disgusted. Just then I felt mine vibrate in my pocket. Decisions... decisions... I decide to go for it. I pull it out and start responding to the text. "What the hell!" I hear from in front of me. I look up and she is looking right at me. Her boyfriend has now woke up from his phone and realized shes not happy. He puts his away. I finish my text and put mine away. There is this wierd moment when we are all looking at each other and all of a sudden I feel feel like Im pulled right into their quarrel. I kind of half smile and shrug, "technology..." (I couldnt think of anything else to say) "Sucks!" she replied and turned to her boyfriend. I spent the rest of the time pretending to look at stuff in the aisle; magazines, candy, etc... I felt the vibe in my pocket again... I decided to wait... I can answer that later. ... Enjoy!

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In response to my recent claims of: 1.) having my head in the clouds too often. 2.) the inability to focus and 3.) Generous helpings of the red wine, G. wrote to me that it sounded like I needed to become "rooted" and then things will straighten out. Now, I am summarizing because G. really did put it eloquently. However, to put it simply; become "rooted". A phrase that speaks volumes I thought after reading it. Anyway, here is to G. and becoming rooted... Enjoy! (Thanks for the nice letter, G!)

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In A Circle Making Hand Gestures

I remember the neighbor girls singing song this when I was a kid. I can picture them sitting in the backyard sitting in a circle making some hand gestures as they sang. I don't know. I never got it. It just didnt make any sense to me as a little kid. I suppose I get it now, although I swear there might be a bit of brainwashing at work with this one. Wink! With that, this is the way we post on ebay, post on ebay, post on ebay... this is the way we post on ebay... so late on Tuesday evening. ...Enjoy!

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The Story: The email read, "Dear Keemo, I have been enjoying your stories for quite some time. My son recently got a black eye playing in the yard with some friends. Can you make up a story about how it happened? Thank you, L." Well, L, I'm not real good at making stuff up, especially when it comes to a little kid getting a black eye. However, just for kicks, I will give it a shot.

Two little kids walk into a bar. Kid 1 tells the bartender, "I will have a vodka and tonic and please get my friend here, 14 shots of tequilla." Kid 2 leans over and says, "Why would I want 14 shots of tequilla?" "Because youre going to need it after I do this!" says Kid 1. And he hauls off and socks Kid 2 right in the eye. "Why the "bleep" did you do that?" asks Kid 2. "Don't ask me! It was your mom who asked this guy Keemo to write a crazy story about you getting a black eye, that's why!" Well, with that... Enjoy!

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One wall in my "studio" has large diamonds shapes painted on it. A perfect diamond pattern. Floor to ceiling. Wall to wall. Well, it really is more of an office (with paints and markers and paper and brushes and canvases and magazines and books) than it is a studio. Anyway, the diamonds. I didn't paint the diamonds. She did. She measured it perfectly so that the height and width of all the diamonds fill the wall in a perfect repeating diamond pattern. She is much better at that than I am. (Im envious of her abilities) Every day I sit at my desk right below the perfectly painted diamond wall and I am pretty sure I hear it laughing as it looks down at these paintings getting churned out day after day. Her work is always perfect. (Did I say that I am envious?) and well... you know my work... It is a little more flexible when it comes to staying within the lines. Everyday when I sit down and look up at that wall I am amazed and inspired. With that, Im sure that our relationship is summed up quite easily within this story. Her lines are clean and straight, my lines are sloppy and organic and together they coexist and inspire...Enjoy!

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This is the 11th in the "Paris Postcard" series. I was looking over my bookshelf and there was a bunch of papers shoved between a couple books. Among other things there were about 15 postcards that were of different photos taken in Paris during the 1920's. This one in particular is called "Gare De Lyon Trolley". All the postcards are very Paris and you can hear an accordian playing and it all makes Michigan seem all that much further away. With that.. Enjoy!

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I'm not sure how this came into my possession. An old cutting board. It doesn't look like it was really even used. One thing is for sure though...this thing was calling out to be painted. The shape and the bevel. Perfect. It should go without saying but I just want to be sure that you understand that this would no longer serve well as a cutting board. Unless of course you like acrylic paint in your chopped vegetables! It will however hang nicely on a wall or leaned up against something on an end table. You could put in your garden to scare away the critters from your strawberries. You could use it in a round of frisbee golf (if you are Anthony!) Maybe use it a flyswatter. Or any other creative way you can think to display it. Well, with that, here is to making old things new again and giving things a new meaning with a little color and a little imagination ...Enjoy!

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When I was preparing work for an Erotica show about 6 months ago I collected alot of imagery to use and also for inspiration. (Some of you may remember a few pieces that never ended up making it to the show.) Anyway, I had a bunch of old advertisements from the 50's that I thought were just great on their own. (Erotic or Not). Well, this is one of those. It is from 1957 and is for a now-defunct women's clothing store. Going through these old magazines and scraps, I can't help but think that the 50's ideal had to have been pretty hard to live up to. It all appears so prim and clean and proper and please and thank you's and shiney and correct and on and on and on. You know, I guess the same thing could be said about paging through a 2008 fashion magazine. That ideal is pretty hard to live up to as well. Well, anyway, here is to having your own ideal (and not one created by marketing people) and trying to live up that one instead...Enjoy!

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Three quotes from three different people on May 2, 2008. All three of these quotes are from conversations that took place throughout the day.

1.) "It is a 15 year loan at 5.5%. You should feel good about that. Most people do."
2.) "I wish I could record my dreams and watch them on T.V. when I wake up. That would be really fantastic."
3.) "If I had a nickle for everytime I... I would be rich and happy." (Two people went back and forth filling in the blank)   

You know, we all say things like this but when you take them out of context they take on a whole new wonderful and interesting meaning...Enjoy! 

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