So LoNG

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KILLING HER

Mixed Media on Styrofoam

Say so long there are only days to go. Winding time down like time is in slow-mo. Take a knife to my work and slit her throat. Gasping for air as she crawls to the door. Bleeding out paint all over the floor. Look into her eyes and I can see the past year stare back at me screaming don’t let this end. Look at yourself, look at what you are doing, look at where you have been. Don’t close those pads, don’t drop those pens. Leave those paint cans open, splatter those canvases again. Who are you to let this come to an end? You got us into this mess day after day. This is how we will be repaid? By killing the lifeline that brought you three-sixty-five. Turn your back on us and you are the one who will die…

STaRT SoMeWHeRe

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DRIZZLE HONEY ON IT

16″ x 20″ Markers & Paint Pens on Canvas

 

Last night I was racing down the highway trying to get away from a bunch of teenagers that were throwing eggs at my car. I was going as fast as I could, but a hybrid is really no match for a Mustang. I got in front of them and the driver lost control. Light, dark, light, dark, light was the last thing I remembered before the crash. Three bodies sprawled out on the pavement in a red sea. I put a flower in one of their shirts. I drizzled honey in another’s wounds. And rested my head on the third’s chest and said,”there is no way you can like this on Facebook”. I counted to four, pulled out a brown marker and wrote “put it in the oven” across each of their foreheads. Then… I woke up! Man my dreams are gettin’ weird.

ReMaiN NaMeLeSS

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UNTITLED

16″ x 20″ Mixed Media on Canvas

Yes, the title of this painting is Untitled. I feel entitled to title this painting Untitled. Many artists have paintings titled Untitled, so I figured I should title one Untitled so that I have an untitled painting in my project. Also, I am at a loss of words today. My thoughts are all for Ozlyn and Nicole. I have no words to describe this. There is no title I could give to these feelings. I’m just… happy.

a ReVoLuTioN

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BEING SMALL

12″ x 24″ Mixed Media on Omega Bond

How can someone so little be the biggest revolution in my world? You are the most beautiful creation I have ever seen. This painting is what I’ve been feeling inside all day long. I feel like I have witnessed perfection. I feel like you are the only thing that will ever matter. I feel like my mouth has been hanging open all day in awe of you. Like my eyes have never been opened wider so that I can take you in. I am so happy you are here. I am so proud to be your father. You are more than I could have ever imagined.

My DeCeMBeR SuN

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STRANGE PLACES

12″ x 24″ Mixed Media on Omega Bond

 

December’s cold always gets so old so fast. Chilling my bones to feel like breaking. Shutting me down, mentally aching. Not sure how much more of the taking I can be taking. Winter is here and ready to rip life from the landscape that flakes will cover. Burying beauty of color behind skeletons. I will not die this time. I will find joy in December’s future. See more color than winter has ever known. She is here. She will stab winter right in the heart making all of the pain, the cold, the misery, the dead go away. She will be the fire that melts away the ice. She will be my winter kryptonite. She will be my December sun. She is here. She is the one. Thank you beautiful…

THe eVe oF You

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FLUTTER

12″ x 14″ Mixed Media on Canvas

 

Months and weeks, days and hours of anticipation, anxiety and nervousness are about to explode into the air and vanish from existence by the power of your… existence. When you grace us with your presence in our presence it will be the most unprecedented present we will ever be presented. Countless breathes inhaled and forgotten to be let go of will be… let go of, ahhh. Countless thoughts of our perception of your perfections will be realized in our real eyes by your… perfection. Our recreation to recreate “us” will be the creation that is… you. You have made our hearts flutter with the flutter of your heart. The flutter of your breaths, kicks and squirms. And when you arrive and your fluttering heart starts its beat for the world.  We will be proud… so proud to say… that you are our… baby girl. You will be loved. You will be so loved :)

CRaZy.CRaZy… CRaZy

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A BIT NORMAL

8.5″ x 11″ Markers & Paint Pens on Paper

 

Searching for normal is like searching for rainbow striped unicorns. In this world it… they… just don’t exist. In this year… it has just disappeared. In the next few days… it will just get more weird. This is normal. My normal. What? Rainbow striped unicorns don’t exist? Life has been happening in so many different ways. Seems like the yesterdays are getting further and further way. Will I be bored if I don’t paint and draw and paint and…? Are you sure they aren’t real?  My brother’s friend said he saw one once. Going crazy over the end. Going crazy over the future. Going crazy is keeping me sane. Going crazy is finding a rainbow striped unicorn and trying to tame it. I knew they were real.

iMaGiNe WHaT SHe DReaMS

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FLUFF

8.5″ x 11″ Markers & Pen on Paper

 

Streets covered in peanut butter with pieces of bread jumping out of building windows. Wheat, oat-nut, white and rye. Rye? Why rye? Why not multi-grain or potato? Whatever… She walks slow because her feet keep getting stuck under bits of peanuts. Yes, the streets are cover in chunky peanut butter, not creamy. Toasters line the sidewalks waiting to get a hold of falling slices only to find that their cords are unplugged. She finds a butter knife sitting on top of the left spout of a fire hydrant. Finally she has the key to freedom. How many sandwiches does a person have to eat to get out of here? And where the hell is the fluff?

HaPPy. LoVe. DaY

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READY

12″ x 16″ Mixed Media on Canvas

 

Random words written across scattered grains of sand on any given beach. Pick them up and arrange them in your hand if you want to know your future. The wind came and blew them all away. The love of summer was left behind. Do you know how many different scenarios there can be? Another handful, another happy day, another birth. A wave came and washed it all away. But on the horizon they can see a little girl walking. Is that a halo or just the outline of the rings of the rays of the sun? Either way she’s an angel. She picks up a fist-full of sand. What does it say…?

So iT WiLL Be

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VISUALIZE IT

8.5″ x 11″ Marker & Paint Pens on Paper

 

See it now the end is near. Looking back through the year. Started with some house paint and a dare. Splashing colors down without a care. See it now, so it will be. Visualize it right in front of me. Something new every single day. Some kind of art, something to say. Never felt so prolific, so inspired, so… appreciative. Motivations coming from every direction. New friends, new fans, new… life. See it now the end is near. See it in front of me so clear. One whole year… of art. One whole year… of inspiration. Thank you for your patience. For your dedication. For your insight and your motivation. I can see it now, so it will be. See it right in front… of me.

WHaT iS LiFe?

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DON’T LET THEM DIE

12″ x 84″ Mixed Media on Closet Door

Don’t let them die. Going to Northampton. Staring at lightning storms. Laying on the beach with the sun in our faces. Don’t let them die. Making art. Writing. Saturday morning coffees, medium-hazelnut-with-caramel swirl and cream. Don’t let them die. Laughing in bed so hard you start snorting. Traveling. Watching movies. Nothing can kill this. I know we won’t let them die. Pass them down and let them live. Pass them down and we will live forever.

LiKe a CHiLD

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ESSENCE OF MY BEING

16″ x 20″ Marker & Paint Pens on Canvas

 

Go back. Back to, when I was two and drew too. Not too much to do. The essence of my being is being able to… draw. I would draw and draw and draw the things that I saw. A stick figure person or a finger print tree, a boat, an apple… a bee. I went through crayons like seconds go through minutes go through hours into days. I would sit there and draw for days. So, I take it back to the essence and grace you with the presence of this skinless lizard-like menace. He might live in this house or out in these woods. He’s been in the making as these days have turned into years. And now finally… finally… he is here.

THiS iS WaR

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MY WARHOL

11″ x 20″ Marker on Print

 

This is [not] my War[hol] art. I’m not the one who took the photo or wrote the text in black print. I pulled this page from a book called Hippie. But in what some might consider Warhol fashion, I made this. I drew the lines over the face that is Warhol. I circled the specific words in the text to create new sentences. I added the style, colors and the new message that this page now has. Warhol took a can of Campbell’s Tomato Soup and made it a famous piece of art. I took Warhol and made him a part of my 365 days of art.  Thanks for the inspiration Andy.

MaKiNG FaCeS

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2 GUYS FACE

16″ x 20″ Mixed Media on Canvas

 

2 guys stand face to face with a table between them while having drinks in a bar, I think. No, those are teeth not a table that you see. See, those are eyes not heads on necks on shoulders on torsos. So there you go. Then where’s the nose? Nose? Right above the table… i mean teeth. I mean. I don’t know where the nose is or goes, but I know it’s a face and a face has a nose. That is just space on the face… I mean between the 2 guys that are standing face to face. See I told you it was a face.

HaiR 2DaY, GoNe 2MoRo

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HAIR of MIJUMI

Performance Art

 

Over two years in the making. Growing, washing, growing, fro-ing, growing, brushing, growing, braiding, growing, dying, growing, dreading, growing and growing. Cutting. What? Cutting? Cutting and letting going. Letting hair drop to the ground don’t stop till it’s short on top. Shaving. Cutting, letting going, head shaving, where’s this going. Growing. It’s going back to growing. What? Growing…

Produced By:  KEVIN HUSS of KEVINLEESTUDIOS.com