Teddy turns 3 weeks old today… guess I better bake him a tiny cake with tiny candles.
He came to us from outer space a look of wonder on his face. I can’t quite fathom, how he was formed, but somehow this young child was born. He makes me think a million things. My mind loops and races, swirls and swings. I’ll treasure our baby, our tiny son. We better care for him, cause he’s our only one.
21 days of life in a small body. All of us inside of one another. Flying through space and time in parallel tubes which are sometimes translucent enough to see through. I can see, when the light is right, into your path. We all travel together even if separated by dreams and woven silvery dream matter. Tubes transporting our S.P.I.R.I.T.S. — all holding hands.
(1) A ribbon of color
Everyone is assigned one
Through your life you are attracted to your color and it stands true
High on the mountain
Your ribbon in the sky
The tail of a comet
A flowing rainbow.
(2) The ribbon runs through things in your life you need to pay attention to. It ties them loosely together.
(3) Some people ribbons flow through mountains and valleys you have no reason to see
Some peoples ribbons speak in different languages.
(4) Yours is unique to you.
Your own color and length and mannerisms.
It flickers in a mathematical sequence which resonates best with your heart.
It calls your name through the years.
(5) Follow the ribbon and the color.
It will take you to the true place meant for you.
It will take you through the dark times
The Ribbon of Hope is sent to you by the Spirit of Inspiration.
It was sent to save you.
(6) You can only be the real you and the true you if you follow your own true path.
Follow your long and colorful ribbon
Listen to it hum and sing.
Close your eyes and don’t question,
It was meant to be.
A long time ago, my grandpa had a coconut like this in his basement on the wall and it had string in the mouth and you could pull the string and snip it off when you needed a little. His coconut sloth man did not have googly eyes or little nibblet teeth. But mine does. He also had a small statue of the race horse Secretariat who won the Triple Crown in 1973 and a Staghorn fern which he would hang outside in the summer. I also remember a lot of saws and tools and a train track and a calendar of a tropical lady with car parts advertised and a place for my grandma to shellac her decoupage wedding gifts. Each Saturday my grandma would shave my grandpa’s bald head near the coconut sloth string man.
Last fall, or autumn as some like to say, a few nice folks came to see me. They were attending a class at the Art Institute of Atlanta — film students with some fancy cameras and a mind full of ideas. The nice trio came by my home at Arabia Mountain U.S.A. just to the east of Atlanta. They were Sandra Sanchez, Kai Hunte and Lillian Cho.
They brought out all their gear and we did an interview. They worked real diligently on setting everything up. I let them wander around the property on a couple occasions taking photos of art and plants and things. They did a great job documenting our new yard and my art and what was going on here at the time. I was glad to meet them — they were full of a positive energy. They also visited me when I painted a mural for the city of Atlanta last fall. I later saw one of them at the grocery store. New friends make you smile.
I told them it was kind of like someone wandered up off the road and walked around my yard and listened to my talk for a little while I painted. Well, come to think of it, I guess that is about what happened. The film was produced by Sandra Sanchez, Kai Hunte did the camera work and Lillian Cho edited and recorded the sounds. Thank y’all so much.
and next time I will wear pants with no holes in the knees…
I am building something. I am painting stripes. I decided to take a step forward before I was ready. I hope the antenna will bring me down signals that are right. I hope it will bring me the message. I am waiting on help from above. Bring down the message. Bring down the love.
I will wait while I work. I will think while I dream. I will make more antennas — more painted poles on the scene.
Perhaps they are a place where a bird can land. Perhaps a place for a crow to sang. Perhaps they will host a whirlwind windmill. I hope they will be a place for a shiny ball to hang.
Grow like the summer weeds. Grow high and with much thoughtful speed. Grow to the sun. Grow just for fun. Make me believe in YOU. I think I will work until my dreams come true.
What color is your breathe? What color is your blood? What color are your leaves? What color is the mud?
Things grow in their own way. Paintings develop on their own. Usually they grow in a manner that suites them best and not so much the painter. When you force it too much it can break. Let the water flow where it will — around the corner and down the hill.
Here are some snippets of paintings I have been working on over last month or so. I plan on painting more at home as we learn how to care for a young son — as we ride though the last of winter.
I love to paint. I love to be outside on a sunny day. I love hot drinks. Sometimes I love a little whiskey. I love a kiss on the cheek. I love a warm hug. I love it when my brain can calm down and I can feel like it is all going be ok. I like to watch plants grow. I like to let me mind go. Open up and let it show.
I have always been interested in birds and airplanes and flight. Recently I was asked by the Atlanta Audubon Society to create art for Bird Fest 2018.
Years ago I wrote a song about a woodpecker. My Dad helped me with the words. Here are a few of them…
W.O.O.D. woodpecker. Tappin out a song on an old pine tree. woodpecker. woodpecker you’re so nice. woodpecker please peck twice. if you like me, please like me.
When the spring rolls around I plan on attending a few Bird Fest events. Hope to see you there.
Bird Fest 2018 will run April 14th – May 20th. More information will be available soon on their website and social media channels. The Atlanta Audubon Society is located at 4055 Roswell Road, Atlanta, GA 30342.
Usually I write about my own murals. I show photos of the art I have painted. But I wanted to share this mural I see along the road. When I can’t take the interstate and traffic is bad, I sometimes take the little highway. The little highway is a place I grew up. It has changed so much — and not in a good way. Shops left and others showed up but they were all of a lower caliber. It is depressing at times but when I pass the VFW I always smile a little. I find it very funny and unique.
I am an airplane enthusiast and I marvel at this flying silver craft. What is it? I have no idea but it looks pretty amazing.
We stopped last week and I took a few photos. When you walk up close, it looks almost like it was painted with a mop. The artist used a metallic silver paint for parts of it — almost blinding brought in the sun. I love folky homemade art and signage. It is pure and strange and full of a life.
If you ever pass the intersection of Covington Highway and South Hairston Road in Dekalb County, Georgia keep your eye open for the brown mushroom men and the flying silver spaceship. It will make you smile.
I went to a class the other week to learn tips on how to be a better dad to a baby boy. As I have always done, I drew many doodles on the borders of my notebook. A few days ago I fixated on one of the drawings and decided to use it for screen print project I was thinking about.
I made a bunch of these Smiling Tower prints. I burned the screens and printed them in my basement with the polka-dotted floor. I decided I would send a print to some people who had helped me in 2017 — cause what am I going to do with a stack of smiling towers anyway? So I silk-screened them at night and sent them out today. It made me feel good. I don’t ever feel as though I am an adequate gift-giver but maybe projects like this one will help.
I plan to keep practicing my silk screen skills. You tell those people who have helped you along the way that “you appreciate them.” I hope we all have a good 2018.
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 Arabia Mountain U.S.A., Georgia with his wife, new baby son and old dog. He also likes hot drinks, biscuit houses and growing orchids.