I’m so happy to show you this little film Bitter Southerner made about me. Thanks to Troy Stains and Jason Travis for riding around in my truck and filming me talking about biscuit houses and thunderstorms. If you ever are going to be on camera you should wear a red sock hat and a red bandana. I heard it takes the weight off that the camera puts on. All evens out..you see?
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So hey— I painted a mural last weekend for Forward Warrior 2015. Over 30 artists painted this year in coopoeration with CSX and the Cabbagetown Neighborhood Association. I was supposed to paint with some other realy talented guys but things got kind of busy and then I said,”I am going to paint over those bushes there!”
And then I did. Splish Splash. I always love painting. I love it so much. If you drive down Wylie street slow down and say,”HI” to the swimming fish.
P.S. It was Father’s Day and my Dad stopped by.
I have been painting in the sun— the bright sun where I look for shade. The bright sun where dark glasses and long sleeves and a bandana are a must. The sun makes you think.
I have been thinking about the 23rd Psalm. The Lord is my shepherd. He leads me to green pastures. I want to find green pastures. I want to find peace. I don’t know where these thoughts come from. They just show up and I look at them a while. I see a babbling creek and cool green grass and a tree to lean against and daze the afternoon away. I want to daydream about daydreaming— Smoke a pipe and watch the birds fly by. I need a shepherd. I need a break.
I used to own four goats and I learned what it means to be a shepherd. To lead wandering brainless idiots through peril.— lost in the woods. I understand the metaphor. I am a black sheep.
I am a black sheep that can’t seem to do anything right. A black sheep who wanders and does the same stupid things over and over and almost eats the poison plants and almost falls over a cliff and cuts up his legs on the briars of despair. I understand because I am the black sheep who needs more hope than all the rest. I know I am. I live with myself.
I know I am saved and I know about the miracle of Grace but how can one like me with my dark thoughts and wandering mind be worth saving? I paint black hearts because of the symbolism inside of me. I want to be full of love and I know at times I am but I feel plagued by this dark black heart. I paint the black heart because I deal with it everyday.
I am a sheep but I am a black sheep and the sun is so hot.
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Sometimes it is good to give Thanks. So you send a card that looks like this.
I have been painting for my friend James HotDog who owns Doggy Dogg. James is opening a hotdog cart concept in a walk-up restaurant in Dectaur across from Kimball House. I am doing some decorating for him.
I have been painting hobo hotdogs. These hotdog guys I am painting make me laugh. I will paint one and then it is just so funny to me. It helps even out the stress. I am thankful for things like that. Things that take the trouble away for a little bit without side effects— just pure goodness.
I also like painting on location because I get to meet new people. I have met a whole bunch of folks from the buisnesses around that area: a nice old walking fella named Lee— he is 71, walks twice a day, hung sheet rock all his life and his family lives in Athens, William & Kizzy from Kimball House who wear fancy clothes, Phillip the meat cooker— who wears a bandana and smokes the brisket behind the buiding, and Charles the real country worker man—he says PABLO in a super slow syrupy country way. I love it. I really do. (When they arent around I practice talking like Charles and Phillip.)
Have you ever had anything to say but it wouldn’t come out right? Have you had the words but not in the right order? Finally said them but they came out upside down? That is how I feel- a lot.
I installed a series of Street Folk Poems in Taproom coffee in Kirkwood Atlanta. They will be there for a little while. See a few of them down here below.
I feel pretty tired. Bye.
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