F.I.R.E

AIR

SEA

BOTTLED MESSAGE

FIRE ON THE HEMISPHERE BELOW.

THE HOUSE I SPENT MOST OF MY EARLY LIFE IN....
burned down today...july 5th, any other day
after celebrating fictional independance
dancing with peusdo stars..boom bastic chatter
red glare of rockets betrayed the dark as it became a cinder
burned by celebrations
and moments lived
and moments endured
and moments toletrated
shivering beneath the weight of weakness
and it burns...
burned me once and twice and then some
yet i came back
again again again...
driven, droved
did, doing and done...
my time in reduced to nieghbors long left behind
calling my name in honor of my place in their life...
i know him,
his mom ...im

where is he, who is he...damn
that shit is on fire
its on fire....
save her
save it
save the trinkets boxes..
filled with things only worthy of being fuel
flame food...
food for flame
She was about to be consumed by that house, by that house, by that loss
this loss,
this lie said by this man
a lie i belived until i got burned....
give it up for reality and dad as a simple gesture and wish
Fire.

hmmmm....

> "Watch your thoughts; they become words. Watch your words; they become actions. Watch your
actions; they become habits. Watch your habits; they become character. Watch your character; it
becomes your destiny.

Theory 13 in the womb

BLAKE CARROLL AND ANTJUAN ODEN IN THE WEE HOURS PREPARING FOR THEORY 13.

THAT.

This.

Back in the day...then, men now, traveled roads about three times and mutiplied...man now...so far so fast ....so on..

i was going through my fotos and found some images of paintings dating as far back in time as 1994....imagine...
These painitings are in some very good collections.
I kind of miss them, and the approach to painiting i had at the time. The innocence in the motivations, action, and the surprise and resolution of the results....
Where has painting gone?

This is A piece i finished friday......

Berlin.

This first foto was an installation near Cafe Zapata, Thats Le Le Behind the lens.. on the one of the id (me)"
The rest are the next edition of random memories from our Deutschland intermission.

PAINTING AT GAWD-SPEED

Id is what id is.

id
1) In Freudian theory, the division of the psyche that is totally unconscious and serves as the source of instinctual impulses and demands for immediate satisfaction of primitive needs.

BERLIN WALLS

First Of all....a moment for the God father of motha fuckin soul.....
Rest in super bad peace....


Never will there be another.





BURNERS!