I did a little more to my project up on the corner. I built a cyclops lightning rod and painted it up real good. I was asked if I was building a peach stand so I said,” Yes.” Just say Yes. Don’t say No.
While Joel Doll Head helped my install the cyclops, a little kid walked up. He stood there holding his mother’s hand. He started to read. Then he said,” Ultra Happy Corner Project.”
We hollered out in delight. It worked!
Check out this article about the corner project.
So today I woke up real early. The sky was black—extra black. I couldn’t see real good but I got on up. I combed my beard and got myself ready and I put on my new hat. We went to the new Ponce City Market and I checked in at MailChimp. Today was the day I gave my Coffee Hour Talk.
I had a fancy clicker and a lapel microphone. I walked around and gave a good ol’ talk. I really had a good time. It was a fun time tellin’ stories.
I spoke about the Spirit of Inspiration. I spoke about the washing machine of thoughts and the evolution of one’s creativity. I also got down on one knee and sang a little song I wrote about Hobo Town. Then we had a fancy photo shoot and I think that was a pretty good way to start a Friday.
Thanks to MailChimp and Jason Travis for being so good to me.
Above photos by Jason Travis.
I was wondering through the woods and a field. It must have been 100 degrees. Maybe it was more than 100 degrees or maybe it was a little less but non the less I was mighty warm all over. I had seen this massive stump of a tree and it kept calling to me so I returned to it.
The tree was gone and taken to where I do not know but the stump was there. The old base of the tree was big and wide and had a hole in the middle 4 or 5 feet deep and a few feet across. I know the tree must have been so old and so tall and so very wide. I wanted to paint on it.
Now this stump, like everything else, will rot in time and be food for termites and Betsy Beetles. Then the scary other things move in and chew it up and then its dust and mud. Then the birds swoop in and eat the bugs and fly away. But before then and after the tree was standing there will be a little art for some people to encounter for a brief window of time. (Not soon enough some might say!)
Art in the woods and art in the fields and it is still 100 degrees. Someone lived here before it was a field and before that and there was another giant tree that grew here in the spot ten thousand years ago. It is gone too.
Mosquitos prey on my arms and wrists. They will always be here buzzing. I despise you little mosquito! Let me be. Let me paint in peace!
The stars in the heavens are pretty and very far apart.
I have been working with a group of folks trying to make a little something happen up on the corner. The Corner Project, just south of East Atlanta Village, is an outpouring of neighbors wanting to better an unused space at a busy intersection.
I had plans to build a structure here a while ago after one of my street art installs went missing. (The Monument to Good Times). The Corner Project recently approached me, and so I showed them my plans I had wanted to build. They took it a step farther and over a few coffees worth of planning, we now are building a corner rest stop— out of the sun— rain barrel using— place to rest a minute— a neighborhood gathering spot.
It is still under construction but it was great to see it being built today. Thanks to my friends Joe Peery and Joel “Doll Head” Slaton for making this happen.
***Fact: A tin roof in the full sun is much too bright to be looked at. Trust me.***
1. I think of people in the past as old— always older than I am, or was.
I think of adults when I was young and a school boy kid and they all seem old. Now I look back at when a song came out or a book was written and how old the artist was at that point. They are always younger than I am now— sad face—weirdness in my mind. How is this possible?
This train we call TIME and L.I.F.E. keeps rolling— never stops— every day— unbelievable. Time never stops and never has stopped since the world began— however long ago that was or wasn’t.
It never stops. Do you realize that? Not once!
We are all on this cart with wheels called L.I.F.E. rolling on and on and on and on and on.
clickity-clack clickity-clack, down the bouncy rusty track
I am almost old, but not quite. I keep fighting and struggling— never easy. I punch. I punch. It punches back.
Get back Jack! I’ll see you tomorrow…I think.
2. This is the song that made me think of these things. I was doing some sketching in a restaurant this morning and heard it in the background. I came back home and played it online and got curious about the year it came out. Old Don was younger than I just might be.
3. Here is a painting I made called Sunshine #60893
It is weird when stuff like this happens. The internet is a wild tool we all use everyday. Thanks to all the blogs for the mention this last week. The Bitter Southerner film about me has been getting a lot of play in all sorts of places. I am glad people can relate to it. Some German guy even put me on his blog. Crazy old world we live in.
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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