This week has been one of the strangest, oddest and saddest weeks of my life. This week I turned 43 and this week my wife and I have dealt with some very sad news. We are still dealing with it all and wondering how to move forward. In the middle of it all I was lucky enough to be featured today on the cover of the Sunday edition of the AJC (Atlanta Journal Constitution)
I have long thought about how the darkest shadow is always closest to the brightest spot in the sun. Sometimes the best of days are smack-up against the darkest saddest ones. We are blessed with sunshine a day after a winter storm. Come to think of it, last week on this day it was 15 degrees and now I can go outside in my t-shirt.
I don’t understand life, I am just rolling with it and trying to make notes to learn by. I want to treat those around me better and be nice to my wife and family. I want to be better to my ancient little dog named Pup. It is all a process. I am trying. In the middle of it all I make colorful art that makes me feel better. I trying to get a better grip on peace and love and how it resides inside of my old soul.
I am very thankful to good ol’ Adam Kincaid who wrote the article about me and my journey. Thank you to Suzanne Van Atten who is the editor of the Personal Journeys AJC series. Thanks so much to my new friend Curtis Compton who shot the photos and video. I appreciate the opportunity to have worked with y’all.
I’ve been waiting a few years to see this creature bloom. Last year was an almost but an accident chopped off the bloom spike mid-growth. It has a beautiful brain somewhere in there — guiding its development. This year it looks like it surely might happen.
This Mule Ear Oncidium was found in amongst many plants on my mother-in-law’s mother’s back porch several years ago. It was growing tossed in between a bunch of other plants. I was told to take it and care for it so I brought it back to Georgia from central Florida. I had no clue what type of orchid it was at the time. I built a little basket for it to grow in.
Nature is a mysterious wonder. God made me smart enough to know He is all around but my smart enough to understand it all. I am easily amazed, but this is amazing to me.
This weekend I painted these words “Father Father Holy Father” and then I put them on the barn.
Today I wrote a poem to go along side them— To go between the screws holding it to the barn— To go between the paint strokes and the brush marks— To lie underneath and support the letters. To make it all just a little bit more…
Father Father Holy Father.
Shall we go any farther?
You know me and where I been.
But I just don’t remember when.
I felt so down and I felt so out.
I looked around I looked all about.
Holy Sunshine Holy Moon.
I let go of your hand, almost too soon.
But I grasped and I held and I pleaded with all my might.
I wanna do good, but I don’t ever do right.
So listen Holy Father.
Hear my ragged plea.
Help me to do right. Help me to be free.
Show me a path. Show me a way.
Tell me what to do and Tell me what to say.
Just use my self, however is okay.
Father Father Holy Father.
Thanks for taking me a little bit farther.
Last weekend I wrote a poem and then painted it for an event for The Streets magazine. The poem discusses how we all flow down these everyday roads together, yet seldom talk… but sometimes the “streets” talk back to us. If you listen. If you can see.
I painted the words out of sequence — so the onlookers did not know how it would read and flow until I was finished. I figured it would be to easy and predictable to start at the beginning and finish at the end.
The Streets magazine is a online magazine celebrating street art, culture and fashion. Saturday’s event was held at Spalding Nix Fine Art. It was to celebrate the print edition of the last 3 issues.
Thanks to Meredith and Spalding for having me paint for you.
If anyone is in the market for a swingin’ door with a story you should write me. I know a guy.
I want to make large paintings out of a lot of these.
I know it would never be the same.
Each painting and each size has its own magic.
Each painting has its on little feel and spirit to it.
Some are better than others, some have more to say.
I can’t ever make them the same — they change every time.
The colors melt a little different.
Each one is unique.
I met a lady in a parking lot and gave her a box full of art. She put the box in her truck. she drove away and I walked up some stairs. I tried to hang out but I had to go. I had to get on and get out. My mind wouldn’t let me rest. After that the sun went away and to rained and rained and was cold for 2 days.
The sun came out today. Life is better. Things look happier and I feel more alive. I am part of this Earth and made by the One that made the Earth. I can’t understand it and that is OK. I am bound to the land and the rain and the wind yet I fight it and question it. Will you ever LOVE me?
I had a conference call with folks up in Rochester, New York at the Xerox offices. I started off the call by telling them about all the field mice and rats that run around behind our new place in the tall grass. I always like to start out a professional business call with discussions of wild rambling vermin.
I made a poster for Xerox and their XUG2016 Atlanta conference. They took my art and added fancy computer coding electric sparks to it and made personalized posters for the attendees. I signed those posters and asked all the people in line where they were from — Israel Australia, England and even Texas.
I even took a photo with the prettiest Abe Lincoln you ever did see.
Thanks to Ann and Tim and Xerox for making this happen.
I painted a bike rack for the City of Atlanta Public Art Program. The bike rack is metal and someone with good skills welded it all together. I painted it with One-Shot lettering enamel. I wore a mask and gloves because my friend Sam Parker and my pretty and oh so patient wife want me to.
Thanks to Hannah and Robert and the Atlanta folks for choosing me to decorate a fancy bike rack, that looks like a real bike, but really is just a bike rack, with no moving parts.
All 18 bike racks will soon be installed around town. There is a ribbon cutting dedication ceremony for the project is December 3 2016 in Findley Plaza Little Five Points.
The inside of her mind was not unlike the inside of a piano. Strips and slats of hardwood, wires and turn-keys and fuzz in the corners. A dead bug from yesteryear. A little dust and an smell like that of an old museum back room. Step away and close that hinged lid and put three fingers down. Play a resonating C chord. She speaks to me and to you. Her eyes sing like a chorus of wooden angels.
What is a BlackCatTips?
A BlackCatTips is a painter and muralist. A BlackCatTips is a poet and a thinker— a teller of tales. A BlackCatTips is Kyle Brooks, a street folk artist from way down in the American South.
In addition to his studio and mural work, Brooks creates street poems and whimsical roadside art installations. With his brush, bright colors and a few found materials, he paints the world happy.
Brooks lives in Atlanta, Georgia with his wife and old dog. He also likes hot drinks, biscuit houses and growing orchids.