Hand Painted T-Shirt for Sale

July 24, 2012

Part 1: I am making a hand painted, one-of-a-kind T-shirt. I will put it up for sale Friday, July 27 at 11 am here. I am going to have a webpage with the shirt and announce on FaceBook and Twitter when you can purchase it. Since there is just one it will be first come first serve. This offering will be a men’s v-neck, size large. The shirt color is light blue gray and I am painting a wild-feathered bird on it. Stay tuned thru FaceBook and Twitter for details. (see more pics below).

Part 2: I have been enjoying the fruits of summer lately. Avocados, figs off a local tree, blueberries and tiny tart green apples. I have been buying some local produce from the weekly farmer’s market. Somehow this makes me feel more in touch with things. I have a lot that is not going right but I feel like good foods help balance myself out. The heat and humidity force the life out of me. They almost killed me a few weeks ago. I fainted. I fell out. I hit the ground. The summer beat me down but the fresh fruits fill me back up. Funny how the same blazing sun creates both. It can kill you and grow your sweet and juicy nutrients at the same time. It is all a game of balance.

Part 3: Yesterday, on the way from the small green apples en route to the fig tree, I stopped to put up a folk art cross. I parked next to a telephone pole in East Atlanta. The cross itself is made of old lattice and painted with the word “LOVE”. As I was getting out of the truck a woman starts yelling at me. As I was getting my ladder ready to climb, she asked me if I owned that property. Then she told me I couldn’t put signs up. Then she asked me if I was in the Klu-Klux-Klan. She asked what the cross was all about. Then she asked was I a Christian. She wanted my business card. She asked for a pamphlet. I am always amazed by the people I meet. I tried to tell her I was promoting “a spirit of neighborly love.” She said,” Roll down your window!” Then she stumbled-limped-hobbled to the convenience store. The cross is still there. I do not know where she is.

– kyle