Don’t write a poem about
you and circles I tell me
How writing poems about
circles, the compulsion
to write them makes me
paint circles about circles
And those things I make
which I can’t call art
because there’s boxes of them
I can’t throw away in case
I get famous. Where I spot
on the spectrum I’m not sure
but am glad I was not
my third grade teacher
Why I hate revisions
Why I forget what I made
once I plunge publish
and put in a box and then seal
Yes! I think about the mediums I use and how these start dying a second after applied, this started 30 minutes ago, finished few minutes ago, look at it dull
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Who I want to be above, who I am below
Elmer’s Clear Glue infused with acrylic ink dropped from squirt bottle onto 8×8 cold press watercolor paper, my latest I will do this for life and master that I’ll abandon before mastering begins within (my limited – this is not modesty begging, is true – hand skills) the next month
Issue: Clear Elmer’s Glue warps the heaviest watercolor paper and even when I glue the back of one heaviest piece of watercolor paper I can find to a second heaviest piece of watercolor paper I found whichever canvas had the heaviest applied Clear Elmer’s Glue warps the second even if both squeezed immediately after gluing and tightened to the other in an excellent paper press I’ve access as muscled as I can then wait a month: released object flat as a new LP but immediately starts curling, how do I record the sound it must make?
Every two-sided hexjeff is eight different self-portraits, these scans suck, you should see them in sunlight and lamp light, if you want one let me know, some I’m keeping, most I’ll share, they’re meant to be handled and turned and flipped sixteen different ways and are by the three people read into the op (and whoever two of them may show), say someone’s toddler’s grape jellied hands and peanut buttered mouth picks up one at a showing and gnaws a corner, I’ll never be so lucky, there will never be a showing
Left eye up, right eye down
WordPress disappeared my squares for 36 hours on both my personal chromebook and on work’s Fisher-Price laptop, back now, any of few of you here experience the same thing or has WordPress bots read that I’m ditching them and triggered a Fuck You? I hope so!
Bigger HERE. Currently have no plans to debate myself on the sin-or-not of posting an image twice the size of the original but if I do it will be there which will replace here when my current wordpress license expires
Full size HERE. There *has* changed though work still to do before it’s here. Manic sideways, me, my apologies, I’m desperate to find solutions I’m too lazy to seek
See post title. Above much smaller than real life, to see it bigger, if not full size, and read words and see another click HERE
Right eye above, left below. Break your whiteyelloworangepinkaddiction, Jeff
Bigger, better here. If you’ve bookmarked here please bookmark there, as soon as I figure out how to export here to there here is going away next time wordpress asks me for money, I have about six months to figure out exporting. In meantime, what’s here will also be there and there will be things there that won’t be here
Doesn’t exist as was above anymore. After debate, thankfully won by Fuck It (more often than not by lots Fuck It loses in many aspects of my life, many of those many loses valuable loss leaders in real life), I peeled off the yellow and blue masking tape though I thought this a good chapter one, much promise
Now that above the new above doesn’t exist does the pdf of what once existed count as an object now that no one can (not that anyone would) hold it, spin it, get fountain pen ink on the tips of fingers when you hold the edges to spin and flip over, and though you might see (but never hold, spin, get ink on your fingers) what I will glue to the back of the object that remains, *that* object will have no paste relationship to the above that no longer exists though it’s glued to what it was, yes or no, answer me, me
As for what remains on excellent cold press watercolor paper whose superior pigment absorption via rendered slaughtered horses’ hooves Fuck It if I fuck it up Fuck It if call it quits Fuck It does this poem exist, fuck yes
Just reminded that Arches Watercolor Paper, cold press used above on something abandoned last night before I fuck it up, uses gelatin from slaughtered horses to create the retained brilliance of pigments (especially white) more after drying than cheaper watercolor paper, in protest I won’t buy anymore tonight!
Outside now twenty degrees, single-digit windchill and the ground covered in ice and snow and I’m wearing leather shoes and I won’t eat Arches Watercolor Paper, I can slough into my closet of constantly revised and updated My Sillyass Deserted Island Five Game of infamies in the history of my complicities, That should be my epitaph, says Km’pec, drinking his poisoned blood wine
Front half of L’s birthday card, the other side you won’t see though though you may see what I did and especially liked in the back half of L’s birthday card I won’t show you in an upcoming hexjeff that I will forget I wanted to do and rediscover in six months from now and think that it’s new
First self-portrait of 2024, state of mind starting the year, not completely on fire yet. Gouache, watercolor ink, acrylic ink, fountain pen ink. clear elmer’s glue. Will compare to first of 2025 if world (probably, or at least the earth) and me (possibly) are still here then
Above and what’s written about it posted earlier today at the shouty place:
The Artist Giving the Finger: to be honest, like everything I make, from paintings to decent Roc ups for a rare pick-up-disc putt to human relationships, I depend entirely on coincidence which occasionally morphs into serendipity: the finger found me, I did not find the finger
One of four that will sit on one inch high table card holders creating a square surrounding a lightbulb on a two inch desktop lamp base opposite the one below, two red awoogahexes opposite each other between these two, a nightlight for my daughter, for giftmas we give each other something we made
My right eye above my left eye below. Both with acrylic ink, first time I’ve used, hot pink and schoolbus yellow, along with gouache, watercolor ink, clear elmers glue, table salt, 6×6 cold press block. Highest resolution the scanner I can access has plus neither can lay face down on the bed without listing. Wish you could see them in person. Will leave them on the block, I’ve a project, remember those squares with fifteen small square plastic tiles for sixteen smaller square places inside the big square you rearrange to make an image in the big square’s 16 smaller squares’ space that restaurants close to interstates would put on tables to keep kids entertained while waiting for meals on vacation trips? The triangle with fifteen holes and fourteen pegs?
One of our very favorite hikes in Moco we park at end of Hyattstown Mill Road near the firehouse on 355, the mill itself now the Hyattstown Mill Arts Project home, two weekends ago when we parked to do our loop the mill was open, the artist invited us in to see his show, inside and outside the mill a wonderful venue and project, L wants to have (I just copied the link above and wordpress alerting me the color of the link too light for your mortal eyes and I hit the menu bar to darken link color and Thank you, no, I don’t want AI assistance) a show there, the artist’s work reminded me of me, a guy who can’t draw so he makes and that bakes him happy
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