April 19, 2012
I have been painting all this week getting ready for a few events. It is amazing how the times flies by. I think it just floats out the window like a pink balloon. Funny thing is there is no past and there is no future. You only have this moment and the bits left inside your mind; a lot of tiny interlocking bits. I stay very anxious and I do not think this is good. I keep hearing how stress and anxiety will kill you. I better learn how to get rid of my stress and nervous nature or I might just crumble into dust. Anyone have any suggestions?
(Musical interlude…)
I can see out the window of my old truck. The caulk is a little dry rotted around the vent. Things begin to get greener; softer. I see a little patch of remaining snow. I see a grove of Aspens. Everything is so different than the desert views and the dry skin of an hour ago. Wisps of white clouds skirt the high ridge a half-mile above me. I wish I could spot an Elk.
(Scene cuts back to my paintings on the wooden floor…)
Until the dust part happens I will keep painting and dreaming and playing my songs.
These paintings are not finished but I wanted to show some things as they progress.
Come see me at one of these upcoming events.
– kyle
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