man with pumpkin

Well, its a bright morning here in San marcos, everything is damp from the rain that must have slamed the area, I sat around last night and watched this old DickMiller movie "Buckets of Blood", you can get dvd's as cheep as 4-6 dallars, they are rereleasing all these old movies,.

I am also trying to figure out how this December will fall out, and i realise on dec 28, Chicken Dead Chicken is one year old!

this painting isn't done yet

the movie reminded me of a thougt i had out in Brenham while i was painting, i was thinking of trying to rent a space here in the local art warehouse where all my pals work, i am a bit older than them but it would be fun to hang with the young urban expressionist, and show them a thing or to, In that movie made i think in the late 50's its about the beetniks artys crowd vs the squares i think they are making fun of it, but they had all these paintings on the wall of this cafe they hung out, kinda like Picasso and Miro copys, but i bet some one made them , a friend of the studio. i got me think about how many hero's of primative expressionism they must have been since 1950 , how many artist turning out houndreds of paintings like this? where did it all go

back of painting, another self poit of me with chicken head pyrmid

I guesss in the context of history and ambition , lifestyle and simpley enjoying art making can cram one own need to find self worth other than just jacking off, but as i have believed you really have to love this stuff to survive, and as a lifestyle, well it will changs as some one changes cloths to fit there growth. A lot of the paintings i have gotten into this year i see as a set , i get into numbers and placing pictures in a balanced number scheame, its just being satified in making them complete! thats the task..

Posted by chickengeorge at November 27, 2004 9:14 AM