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)
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
Right I above
who eye need wanna
hafta always
been, left, below,
light darker than right,
blind, brighter sight
What did wordpress do with my avatar? Do I have to delete the previous post because wordpress thought it too big? Let’s see. Nope, now it’s gone but now it’s here.
What did wordpress do with my avatar, I still see it on dashboard, a photo of me I will never find, I tell myself to teach myself wordpress then berate myself for 37 violations of my tablet rules and I know I can’t break anything I didn’t touch and I know I just paid wordpress for another year. The photo has sentimental value as an avatar and as the avatar is the last copy, I do know where I can find other avatars
The most likely scenario is I removed it myself for some vain purpose lifespans ago and forgot and just noticed it was gone today in fine metaphors abound
Wasn’t *not* painting
I just wasn’t painting. I
can’t not not paint yet
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
Amber, the effect
I use Elmer’s Clear School Glue
to mimic, amber
Depth I pour table
salt (let it rain) into fat
bed of Elmer’s glue
I’m only painting
my head encapsulating
today’s explosion
didn’t I say in
an interview I didn’t
have when not famous?
Every one of them
I forget. Twenty-seven
years from now I’ll pick
up a squashed acorn
on an unrelated trail
and remember you
See what I’m reduced
to! Fucking aphorisms?
I like my anger
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
Because new ideas I’m making facedown on flatbed wingless, shadowless
No kid is named Dusk
No kid named Apostasy
or Disgrace or Doomed
Noun, yes, aspire
to adjective and adverb:
jeffish and jeffly
Apostasy, Jeff’s
kid, ditto Dusk and Disgrace
and Doomed, wrote haiku
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
Right eye up left eye down
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
Painters tape canvases starting now:
My right eye above had its painting tape ripped off and no longer exists but a facsimile does, scanned onto printer paper and cut to size and glued to the backside of what was my right eye and now is my left eye below to make a two-sided hexjeff, it’s not life but it’s not death exactly, yes?
Right eye above doesn’t exist anymore, left eye below does
