
2025 February 24



This and the next one will be permaglued back-to-back

I need again mention that the originals in hand (can be spun and are four views of the same hexjeff and when glued back-to-back are sixteen if you flip every time you spin) better than any scan can be so nine out of ten times I enhance the jpg in an effort to capture the original through use of my laptop’s photo tools, sorry for repeating this every few months, it’s both the most and the least thing I need feel a fraud for

This and the next one will be permaglued back-to-back



23rd draft before I fuck it up

Occasional reminder in case there are people now here who weren’t the last time: the above is a scan of something I made using the best scanner I have access to at the highest settings for cleanest capture the machine offers but it fails and I manipulate the image with chrome’s cheapo photo app for exposure and saturation and contrast so the original still exists and is way better than any scan I wish I could show you but the above doesn’t exist anywhere but here, fine metaphors abound

Archiving these recent hexjeff’s against my tendency to forget to. All are gouache and acrylic ink infused in clear elmers glue, the two rimmed with painters tape part of a project I’m betting won’t see completion (and are now glued to each other, and I need write about that if only to myself in tablet with pencil, Jeff), the above (which may or not be glued to the below because the below has competition) has pencil (and if there’s a monologue associated with any of these it’s the above and will be or not at the sho(i)u(t)ty place)




In theory the head
next full-body self-portrait
decapitated
before torso made,
as forgotten in my head
as put in a box


Just now, still wet.
I mentioned at BLCKDGRD a hiatus from these squares the week after next because – I didn’t say this there – my wife will be in Iceland with my daughter for two weeks on their dream vacation
I need process why I do this and need write in tablet with pencil to answer, what am I doing, how seriously do I take this as sustenance if I forget what I painted yesterday and how?
Two hours later (as in just now): above sopped up

The top headshot be dead, the below dying, if alive tomorrow I will kill it

This getting old shit
inexorably expands
into whatever
fun is left first. Knees
Look at the word knees ten
minutes, you wonder
why we’re phucked? Knever
ktrust kanyone kook kenough
kto kignore kankles


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


Right I above
who eye need wanna
hafta always
been, left, below,
light darker than right,
blind, brighter sight





I need figure out black cause I need to

The above now laminated to the back of the below and visa versa, my second best Jeff metaphor: my favorites of what I make start disintergrating as soon as the begin drying


