Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Weatherman



The weather always ch-
anges, from hot to cold, from
wet to dry, from gentle to
monstrous. Sometimes we
act surprised when she br-
eaks a record. Sometimes
we blame god, sometimes hu-
mans& sometimes we just
throw up our hands &
take what is given to us.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Life



I realized that I"m a
windup toy. Everyday I wind-
up, but I don't go as far
as the day before. When I
was born I had the maj-
or windup, giving me so
many breathes until I ex-
pire. Each breath is unique
& leaves as easily as it
comes.

Monday, December 8, 2008

To Hell in a Handbasket



When I asked my wife
for 1/2 of her cappuc-
ino, she said, "your
mom was right—you R
going to Hell in a ha-
nd basket.

Kim 2 He-
ll

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Uninspired



He could not find any
inspiration in the greatest
ever Oklahoma sunset, w/
lavish abundant textures
and spectrum expanding
colors from
the heavens.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Dead Flies and Dust Bunnies



I swept up 35 dead fli-
es & as many dust bun-
nies hoping someone
would notice the clean-
liness of our abode.

Friday, December 5, 2008

Float



Andy Warhol stopped
walking and used a
wheelchair. After many
days up & down stairs
I'm going to do some-
thing extreme like just
float yogi-style. Start-
ing tomorrow -- maybe.

Float away

No more stair-
s!!!

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Elixir Returns



My wife said that sometimes I
do studid things -- like buying eli-
xir. I found out my insurance
will get me the real McCoy so
I returned it & got all my
money back & fodder 4 2
drawings.

Walmar

Elixir
Returns
Here

$ $ $

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Elixar



I got taken by the smooth
talking man selling an elixir
for aches & pains. We'll see
what damages it does. He
said a CEO for Walmart who
has his own jet swears by it.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Fruitcake



Every night she ate her
fruitcake and I salivated. I
paid over & over again for
the fruitcake I stole from a
roommate in college — one thin
slice every day.

An Animated Comment



Jeff Ashbaugh

Monday, December 1, 2008

More Open Book



Digging deeper he found
his open book was
written in ob-
scure code.

They said they could read
him like an open book.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

No More Words



My
pic-
tures
have 2
many wo-
rds, mak-
ing my
life an

op-
en
bo-
ok.

NO
MO-RE
WORDS.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Kim & Teacher



Tonight I went to my tea-
cher's 80th bday party. It was
[a] great celebration of a won-
derful life. I've had a #
of spectacular teachers. But
I discovered something tonight.
I was responsible for fin-
ding and connecting with these
teachers.

Some teachers appear
bigger than
life. They are
&
they
aren't.

1928*
Mickey Mouse's bday

Kim & Teacher

Friday, November 28, 2008

Paths



I sorted thru almost 50
yrs of art, see ing paths that
went no where & paths that
were "right." If only
I knew then what I hope
I know now!

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Holier than Thou



I ate a piece of Tom tonight. I
didn't want to be holier than thou.

Tom

Kim eats Tom

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

India's 911



"War on Terrorism is an
oxymoran"(CNN) "Make love
not war" (60s) India's 911

Peace Now

Peace Pipe
30% of cancer deaths from smoking (Surgeon General)

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Ear Shatterin' Noise



He told me more than 40
years ago that I shou-
ld get the words out
of my art. I think it was
good advice, for without
his pleas 4 silence there
would have been ear
shatterin' noise.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Neon Tube



Ben asked if anyone would
like to make a twisted neon
tube so I volunteered. He
showed me how to keep the
glass moving & told me to
do it in a zen way. I asked
him what that meant & he
said "be aware."

See Ben's work: http://www.beneon.com/
See Ben's blog: http://spirithousesafari.blogspot.com/

Sunday, November 23, 2008

I'm Rite



I asked my son a question
if I was right or if the guy
I argued with was right.

Viewer Art Artist

Does the
viewer talk to the art or the artist?

He said it just
depends on the art, the ar-
test, and the viewer. My next
son will say I'm rite.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Soul Mate



I have quite a few socks
that have no partner. If I
was wreckless with my money
I'd throw them all away &
start anew. But, Alas, I live
in hope that even an old
sock from college will
find its soul mate.

Socks
of a feather
don't flock together.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Dad U R insane!



I sometimes do things over &
over to get them "right"
only to realize that nothin-
g is other than what it is.

Just one more time . . .

Dad U R insane!

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Massage?



I decided to get a massage
2 day so I asked 4 recomme-
ndations**. I got many. Some
were too far away or 2 busy.
Finally I found one but she
spent the whole time curing
my aches. She gave me an
exercise to do that I can't
remember. We ran out of
time to do a massage.

*=aches

**=I hyphenate things
incorrectly to keep my deceased
English teachers on their toes.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

My Back



I could tell you about
the x-ray of my back, but
I found out today that a
friend lost his favorite
uncle which is much sadder
than my back which has
functioned pretty well for
most of my 62 & some years.

Dedicated to E.W. (also
the initials of one of
the greatest of artists.)

Monday, November 17, 2008

Crooked Hypochondriac



So I'm at the local chiro-
practor (I'm skeptical) who was
voted best in Austin (2002) so
he sees how crooked I
am so he straightens me
out & wants xrays
so I insist on
MD qual-ity
rays &
(these panes are spring loaded 4 auto-adjusts BEWARE BEWARE BEWARE)
went to get those. Now at another doc.
who specializes in crooked hypocondriacs (sic) but he makes
me wait so I have time to draw.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Mom"s Stocking



My sisters and I had a
phone conf. 2 see who was
adopted. My yoga teacher
SAID it was my hamstrings
that were problematic. We
ended up laughing about
my dad wanting to give
his maid my mom's stockings
with runs.

Fire in Calif

Austin

Conf.
call to
determine
pamaternity

Saturday, November 15, 2008

DNA Testing Indicated



My older sister said she
could never touch her toes
so I decided it was a family
trait [and hence I should give up].
Then my other sister
SAID she had no problems
toe touching. Stay tuned 4
the DNA results.

Ouch!
Good DNA
12
DNA
SUS-
PE-
ct

Sister 1 / Sister 2

A nice Buddhist story below:

Is That So?

A beautiful girl in the village was pregnant. Her angry parents demanded to know who was the father. At first resistant to confess, the anxious and embarrassed girl finally pointed to Hakuin, the Zen master whom everyone previously revered for living such a pure life. When the outraged parents confronted Hakuin with their daughter's accusation, he simply replied "Is that so?"

When the child was born, the parents brought it to the Hakuin, who now was viewed as a pariah by the whole village. They demanded that he take care of the child since it was his responsibility. "Is that so?" Hakuin said calmly as he accepted the child.

For many months he took very good care of the child until the daughter could no longer withstand the lie she had told. She confessed that the real father was a young man in the village whom she had tried to protect. The parents immediately went to Hakuin to see if he would return the baby. With profuse apologies they explained what had happened. "Is that so?" Hakuin said as he handed them the child.

Friday, November 14, 2008

A Waste of Time?



I tried again to bend
at the waist and touch
my toes to no avail. I could
n't find my waist & my
fingers couldn't get
near my toes.

Waist?

A waste of time?

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Gremlin Merit



A gremlin broke into my
house and put my lost hat in
a paper bag with my oryoki
kit. I was so glad to find
it there (especially there). Thanks
gremlin. You'll hopefully get
lots of merit for this deed.

3 oryoki bowls
star gremlin
bag
X hat
lost hat from San Deigo

Reflections on Talks on Buddha's Lists

During a recent Appamada Intensive our students gave talks on Buddha's lists. Here are my reflections on their talks.