When I Go Out With Artists-Crash Test Dummies

I paint....and I have recently hung a creation of mine in the living room.
I say creation because others really don't know what to say when they stand in the middle and view this piece of "CREATION"

They ask things like, "What were you thinking of when you did this?"
and
"What was your inspiration?"

I guess I was trying to go for a Kandinsky type vision. I split the canvas into pieces that represent my life. Sections of dismay, imagination, and flight.

At first I just swirrled around the brush...with color...to a Yes CD.
Then I added shape atop of swirling...sorta...like life...how you swirl through the day and try to take some sort of purpose as you go.

I like it sometimes...to look at it in the room...but at other times...I am like my friends...and don't know quite what to think.
Maybe it needs to grow on me. Maybe I will paint over it...when in a mood that is inspired by another artist...Munch...Dali...Picasso...ME.


"When I go out with artists

They talk about language and the cubists and the dadaist

And I try to catch their meanings

And keep up with all the Martinis.....

I don't know which should be my favorite paintings"


I haven't listened to the Crash Test Dummies for quite a while....can't even find the CD right now in my collection...but do know that that the lyrics have meaning...as I believe my artistic talents have as well....even if others can't recognize it.

Maybe one has to be dead for others to view their work as important.

(Yeah...came home early from the tequila party...taking new steroid prescription for the ear infection and had to come home and shave the newly developing beard! ha ha)