Clumpies Ice Cream Co. (3 murals about ice cream in 5 days in south chattanooga)

  1. We drove up to Chattanooga with our new baby boy.
  2.  The van broke down when we rolled into town.
  3. I got some rides from nice folks.
  4. I found several good spots for coffee and breakfast.
  5. I talked to Uber drivers about Alice Cooper and Third Eye Blind and how “they don’t get good concerts.”
  6. I stayed in an old motor inn on the side of Lookout Mountain.
  7. We saw many deer and turkeys across the river.
  8. I painted everyday for the new Clumpies Ice Cream Co. across from the famous Chattanooga Choo-Choo.
  9. People saw me walking down the street and wrote me on social media to let me know.
  10. I met some artist friends like Kate Roebuck, Addie Chapin and Johnny from Stray Dog Studios.
  11. An Uber driver named Fred loaned me a pair of headphones.
  12. Teddy, our baby boy, attended his first block party.
  13. I had long talk with the owner of See Rock City.
  14. I saw a sign in the woods about a skirmish with Cherokee Indians and the white settlers. The Cherokee won. They hid behind the same boulders I was standing by when I read the sign.
  15. We went to a Sculpture Fields at Montague Park and I was amazed by a giant 65 foot tall concrete sculpture.
  16. A lady with green fingernails at the car fix it place called me Honey and Baby.
  17. I painted 3 sections of the new ice cream store — a main wall, a banana wall and a wall of ice cream cones.
  18. Before we left town we toured See Rock City. I must return and spend more time betwixt the ancient stones.
  19. I really felt good about South Chattanooga and would like to go back.
  20. Thanks to Blue Grass Grill, Mean Mug, the nice folks from Humanaut, Conga, Frothy Monkey, See Rock City, Clumpies Ice Cream Co., Sluggos,  Maxi Auto, Mad Priest Coffee, The old Sky Harbor Inn for the bed, the breakfast the pretty flowers and the lovely view of the Tennessee River.

” Many cones upon the wall, friendly desserts, I’d eat them all. Scoops and straws and cups of cheer. Milkshakes, cookies they’re all here. A banana with a hat, a pile of fluffy cream, tasty sugar crisps, a cherry and a dream. Lookout Mountain, a choo-choo train, friends along the street. Tasty ice cream from Clumpies store and all the folks you can meet.”


see you soon,
Kyle BlackCatTips Brooks




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Peach Dish (blue alligator boxes)

peach dish atlanta partners with kyle BlackCatTips brooks

Photo by Kate Blohm for PeachDish

About  year ago I was asked to create an art postcard for Atlanta company PeachDish to use as a friendly note to customers. We went through a few options and they decided to go with a blue alligator and a slightly nervous peach.

Later I was asked to help transition the 5 inch postcard art into a giant version which would cover a large delivery truck.  I also hand wrote a bunch of words with my ink and brush for them to use in their designs.

Now the postcard alligator has been transformed into very unique shipping boxes which Peachdish will now use to send out all of their meal shipments every week.

I am very honored they have embraced me and my art to use with their company and new branding initiative.

Last week I visited PeachDish. We did a live webcast on social media and took some questions from folks online. I told them that the blue alligator was not going to eat the little peach. I reminded them that the peach had no legs and so he had worked a deal with the alligator to get him down the street for an important lunch meeting with a few strawberries.

After an interview and some photos with the new boxes, they had me climb up on the delivery truck for a few more pictures. I enjoyed it but I did request a little help getting back down. You should always be a little cautious on top of an alligator truck.

The other evening we received our first PeachDish meal delivery and I found myself looking at the box we had designed sitting by my driveway gate. It was a happy sight — and the food was really nice too. My wife and I cooked the Sweet & Tangy Tempeh Sandwich with Carrot-Apricot Slaw . They put quite a lot of effort into each shipment to make it a nice experience. We enjoyed our dinner.

I admire PeachDish’s entrepreneurial spirit as well as the warmth and happiness I have felt working with them and visiting their headquarters in Atlanta. Thanks again to my new friends at PeachDish for using my art. I think everyone that sees the blue alligator delivery truck in traffic will smile a little bit.

Here is an article from The Post and Courier out of Charleston, South Carolina about the new boxes.

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All photos by Kate Blohm for PeachDish

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Kyle BlackCatTips Brooks




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Streets Alive Spring 2018 (pogo stick fish)

I was a new father — only two days deep into this thing called Fatherhood. Soon after we came back home with our new baby I began to feel funny. Then they sent me to the doctor and I tested positive for Influenza A. They locked me away upstairs. It was no good. I could see fear in their eyes. They quarantined me. I laid there and looked toward the west at the big water oak out the window. My mother-in-law cooked me food and left it around the corner in the hall. Knock-knock. I didn’t mind so much but the bad part was the new baby son was kept away from me. I did not want him to get sick. He was so new and small.

When I was finally allowed to go downstairs and then outdoors I realized I was a little slow in mind and body. I was a little down and thinking I had lost all my skills. I had taken a blow to my whole being.

Shortly after, I was asked to make a design to use for Streets Alive Atlanta spring event T-shirt. I thought this would be something to get me going again creatively — To wake up my senses. Like a lot of projects, I almost quit in the middle of the things. I became frustrated. Things slowed to a crawl. Late one evening I felt a breeze of inspiration blow by me. I had an idea. I quickly sketched out a few characters. I then retraced them on a a really old light table which used to be property of the EPA. I knew this would be good.

The final design is happy and really shows what Streets Alive is about — community, fun, exercise, and alternate forms of transportation.

Streets Alive is the Atlantan version of Ciclovía, a walking -biking – pogo sticking – street festival like I encountered in Bogota, Colombia last September. While these events are similar, I bet there won’t be any homemade carts with loud speakers selling used books, bicycle parts, homemade fried items or mobile phone parts. Colombian Ciclovía was authentic and beautiful even if you don’t want the fried mystery meats for sale. It was a  showcase of life in a city.

I had happened upon Ciclovía while in Bogota with friends who now live in Cabbagetown, Atlanta. They own an apartment there in the neighborhood of Galerias. We had walked to breakfast on a Sunday morning and then were in search of cold pills for my aches and sneezes. In the middle of our walking journey we merged in with the street festival. The rest of the day was fun and quite an adventure. We saw all kinds of people and ways to travel without motorized assistance — it seemed like we walked for miles. We visited my friend’s brother at a flea market I bought a strangely fascinating portrait of Elvis Presley. I was told they would negotiate the deal as I, the tall red-bearded gringo would pay top dollar.  We even happened upon a large crowd in the park doing some sort of dancing aerobics — a man in silver suit— others in fun costumes. I forgot about my ailments. Maybe the trip to the tienda adjacent to the flea market helped — strange versions of potato chips and Colombian beer and very lively conversations in Spanish. It was a beautiful day and a chance to see a different side of the capital city.

At the time I didn’t realize Atlanta’s Streets Alive was a descendant of the Ciclovía — but now I do. I saw many things — things I had never considered before. I enjoyed life in a bustling city at 9,000 feet in elevation. I ate amazing foods. I even missed seeing Papa Francisco (the Pope) by just a few seconds as his procession whipped around the corner.

Atlanta is a mere child when compared to Bogota — but we all grow up sometime. When you really think it over, you realize people all around the world just want to have a sunny-smiley-day and a good tasty breakfast and to pet a dog on the head. We all want to be respected and the chance to have nice life — time to share with those we love and be happy. Hopefully events like Streets Alive and Ciclovía can give us another reason to do so.

I will try to be happy if you will too.

see you soon,
Kyle BlackCatTips Brooks




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3 Weeks (formed in space)

 

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.

see you soon,
Kyle BlackCatTips Brooks




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Ribbon Of Color (flows over the hills)

(1) A ribbon of color
Your 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.

 

see you soon,
Kyle BlackCatTips Brooks




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Sam Sloth (my grandpa had one too)

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.

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Kyle BlackCatTips Brooks




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An Afternoon With Kyle BlackCatTips Brooks (a friendly little visit)

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…

see you soon,
Kyle BlackCatTips Brooks




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Ol King Kole (happy old soul)

Ol King Kole was a happy old soul and a happy old soul was he. He would jump and sing and shake that thing and listen to the buzzing bees.

He ran down the lane in the pouring rain and said hello to you. He would skip and hop and pass your shop and you wouldn’t know what to do.

Ol King Kole liked to roll around town and look for friends and foes. He would go real far without a truck or a car and he had no arms or toes.

Ol King, Ol King Kole, Ol King Kole was he. Ol King, Ol King Kole, happy as he could be.

see you soon,
Kyle BlackCatTips Brooks




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Antennas To The Sky (painted poles)

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.

see you soon,
Kyle BlackCatTips Brooks




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New Year New Art (painted thoughts)

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.

see you soon,
Kyle BlackCatTips Brooks




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