Category: Clear Elmer’s Glue

2024 May Two Eyes

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

2024 April Four Self-Portraits, One Painting

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

2024 January Half You See

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

2023 December 21

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

2023 December 19

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

2023 Decemblur

I had to add watercolor as a category, however long ago I started listing what was used in the object I made, not out of vanity but so I needn’t remember, it’s been longer since I used watercolor, me who once, out of vanity, swore I’d never use anything but the three primary colors and watercolor only, the fuck wrong with me (and yes, here is the song the title puts in my head)

2023 December Eye Update

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

2023 October Futility

Two weeks old, I haven’t painted in two weeks. Clear Elmer’s Glue, gouache, salt, watercolor ink. Scanned first with a work overhead scanner then gently laid face down on a better scanner, it is totally me to 3D shit that don’t represent unless you hold it

2022 March 2


A vomit is an extreme burp
I once consoled Billy Wayne
busy extreme burping on my shoe

I need to start a new elephant
note page for March but was
afraid I’d forget this poem’s first

sentence formatting another
month in a platform I’d rather
paint bricks than use. No

abacuses were used in the how
old are you Jeff the gimmick
rictus of this poem. I’m growing