Category: jeffhead

2024 Januangry Rules Fool

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

2024 January Killing Horses for Art

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

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

2023 August 27

I don’t know it rates as the third greatest Jeff metaphor my favorite newest Jeff metaphor: gouache not only begins fading the moment it starts drying, the way I layer it on itself the faster it crumbles when dries, I can’t glue them back to back and save without ruining both, I emergency laminate the back-to-back, less desiccated side down

All circles, I now acknowledge my circles *are* placemats to everyone but me and you and not most of you and I agree wholeheartely, there are six notes I can hit singing and *not* have the worse voice in human history, I love George inordinately cause they’re his six too: E Flat, our key, our voice, our range, our placemats

I never once in fifty years of writing jeffspeakspastic poetry thought as much about poetry when hiking like I think about my just done, in process, and future playmats when hiking now. L always remarks how much I love bells, she lets me listen to Swans in the car now. I pretend this a discovery not my onset mother’s and mother’s mother’s dementia, they both loved bells, wrote nothing

2023 July Deck of Hexjeff Project Done, Commence the Hexjeff Tapes

I am a hotter
mess than I know and I know
You have no idea

nor me about you
Painters tape doesn’t absorb
water, I’d forgot

I hadn’t tried it
since last night. I’m not taking
but tablet and pens

to Maine, I don’t
think of tablet as canvas
Jeff, fuckee, work that

2023 July 7

I have been using painters’ tape for a month or more but always removed it, this is the first that I deliberately left on. I’ve added the category Painters’ tape and will use it whenever I use painters tape whether I leave it on or take it off, and I’ve also added the category Acrylic Paint Pen, which I have used before also, and I will tag every time I use one. I will not go back and retroactively tag my previous omissions of either