Daily Archive for July 2nd, 2008

Ya Fat Bastard!

Y’all know I can’t talk about anybody being fat cause I’m not petite or anything close to that but damn my cab driver is such an ass. I swear if gas wasn’t $4.25 a gallon I’d fire his ass. We keep hearing, Don’t Drink and Drive but when are we going to hear, Don’t Drive Mad? This man has some serious anger issues. At first I was pissed at him for tossing me around in the back of his cab while he cursed at the elderly, the young, the Mexicans and everyone else on his “I hate the living” list. I mean come on, you really shouldn’t get behind the wheel with that kind of anger. At first I just wanted to yell at him, Slow down ya fat bastard. You look like a young Don King with your gray napped up fro,” followed by, You triflin long finger nail wearing mo fo, if you wreck with me in this car I swear-to-God I’m going to sue the hell out of you.”

The man tossed me back and forth, cursed, yelled, honked his horn and acted like a total fool. I then just started laughing at him cause his behavior was ridiculous. Ya know, people with that kind of anger shouldn’t get behind the wheel and they certainly shouldn’t be a “professional driver.” My gracious between his hatred for everything that breathes and his road rage it’s a wonder he hasn’t had a friggin heart attack.

Here is a real conversation I had with Cabby Negative. Continue reading ‘Ya Fat Bastard!’

I know this dream

ThreeI knew I recognized the dream I had the other day and no wonder it was so disturbing to me. It’s not just children turning into cats but the public urination and deification thing is like the dream I had about my brother who defecated on the wall and then was humiliated publicly. That dream also twisted and turned and shifted. What appeared to be one thing turned out to be another. I shouldn’t be so surprised that my dreams are deeply disturbed by twists, turns and shifting, after all that’s what it was like to live with the mother. I never knew what to expect. I had to be ready for whatever popped up, whatever face she presented that second. I had to be on my toes, change with it and don’t act as if I’m disturbed at all by the changes or affected at all by unreasonable behaviors. I guess I’m just blown away how this theme keeps popping up but even more so how much my artwork is touched by it. I have all sorts of shape shifting in my artwork. I have a lot of blending and transitioning. The newest piece I did with pure joy in my heart but it still shows this shape shifting theme. Knowing that doesn’t ruin the piece for me but it helps me understand myself a bit better. It also helps me understand why my own shifting is so difficult to detect. When I switch the switch is smooth and barely noticeable, unless it’s a kid I mean then it’s pretty dang on obvious. Continue reading ‘I know this dream’

Three Birds – Shape Shifting

This is the rest of the entry titled Dreams: Misrepresentation and Shape Shifting

Three Birds

This last dream I found difficult to re-write so I painted it instead. The pictures in the dream were not one’s I ever want to see again but this, well, I think I can live with this version of it.

Instead of using a cat in the painting I used a bird. A mother holds her baby instead of tossing it in the air. There is much chaos in the background, a lot of movement and energy, even fear I’d say but the baby is held closely, Madonna-like. There’s a lot going on in the painting that would seem less than peaceful but there’s still hope here. The mother’s hair has the colours of the rainbow in and around it. Click detail 1 to view her close up. Detail 2 is a closer look at the mother and child. If you’re using Firefox and would like to see a slightly larger view of the image here just use your right-click. Continue reading ‘Three Birds – Shape Shifting’