metal bender

Elastic Flower Parade

2006-08-11T15:12:00.000-07:00

Reverse cloud hat.
Chunky door hinge.
Stockholm tube machine.
Elevator broom handle.

Foot.
Eye.
Riverboat thigh.

Follow the wink.
To the toolshed social.
And wait for the song of Barcelona.

No more Indian flute music...please.....

2006-08-10T15:22:00.000-07:00

Well I knew it would be tough to keep the Blog up-dated... My mind was like a baron desert and no sign of sand storms. Also, I had to go to Santa Fe for work. I had been there a long time ago so I was looking forward to it. I won't bore you now with details but I was a bit disappointed. Everything was a caricature of itself...adobe and and really bad landscape paintings. I did meet some nice locals and got the inside track of where to hang out. I had the most amazing ice cream at a place called Tara's Organic Ice Cream. I wish I could figure this link system out or I'd post the info...next time.

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Pastis in the afternoon

2006-07-28T18:00:00.000-07:00

I have a favorite paintbrush that is covered with layers of old paint...each telling a story. Some speak of hot days in Arles while others hint of the Olive trees in St. Remy. Layers and colors so intertwined that perhaps Francis Bacon is having a conversation with Cy Twombly. Sometimes I carry the paintbrush around to feel close to all the stories but the first and last layers tell the same one...

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Suits me

2006-07-27T19:08:00.000-07:00

For some reason I've been thinking about suits. I feel like I need to wear them more often but searching through my closet I realized that I really don't own a proper suit. I'd like to have several, including a grey flannel one. A custom shirt would be nice too. The ideal thing to do would be to put on nice grey flannel suit on a cool November night... pick up my dad for dinner in a vintage Aston Martin and go to an old swanky steak house. Start with a couple of Manhattans and slide into a couple of big filets. We talk about old NY, flying, working for the newspaper, art and women. Before we know it's 2 am and we drive up the coast, still talking and looking as dapper as can be in our grey flannel suits...

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It all goes by too fast.

2006-07-26T15:32:00.000-07:00

Not too long ago I saw an elderly Japanese man walking down the street. The area was not so nice...a concrete jungle of sorts. For some reason i was transfixed watching him walk...with no purpose other than getting from point A to B. He stopped in front of a fence where a lonely flower happened to be blooming. He cupped the flower in his gentle hand and brought his face closer to it. I could tell by his body language that he took in all the fragrance that flower had to offer and for that brief moment he was transported somewhere else. After he was filled from his head to his toes, he proceeded with his walk.....to point B.

Day 2...How do you do?

2006-07-25T14:41:00.000-07:00

Well...not much to say today. Mr. sun has been having a staring contest with California and I feel like I am about to blink. Do kids still turn on the fire hydrants and play in the streets?
More next time...
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Grass between the toes

2006-07-24T16:58:00.000-07:00

Welcome to my first ever post. Never thought I'd be doing this since my grammar, punctuation and spelling are not my strengths. It's a place for tilting my head and emptying my mind. It's like walking barefoot on grass and getting a little freaked out at first but then enjoying the tickle of the grass between your toes.

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