why do I have to always put the title here?

"Hey, did you know pigs is is smart as dogs?"

I have another blog. I don't know the blog title yet. It's aimed a little more toward poetry and the reorganization of words, phrases, codes, and notions that may or may not have direct meaning for a small few individuals; or, it may have to do with a lot.
"I don't even know".

In the meantime there has been progress towards the production of paintings. I' have felt lifted by this, and have therfore been compelled to write about it. There. I have told you. of course we want to see pictures...

Press On

Discouraging
Understanding the Spiritual in Art

In 2006 I left San Marcos, Texas with the aspirations to build a new beginning towards this direction I call an art carreer. An old, wiser man once told me, "Don't ever feel like you're locked into something to where you cannot change". Well, I understand all of that, the only trouble is having no idea where or what your into. It's sort of like being out in the desert, I guess, but even out there one can navigate nocturnally via the moving stars. There's no telling, as the elders I grew up with have always spoke.
So far, the plans I set forth to accomplish have been met. A studio was built, a wood and framing shop also, even the accumilation of ample supplies stockpiled. However, the one thing that has been missing as of late is the spirit, the drive, the will and the want to, the direction. Lost. It is discouraging. Moreover, solitude can take a heavey toll. Part of what art is about is feeling human, or having human interaction and contact. But I have, at some point, chosen this exile. Nothing that I'm really locked into, but something that is extremely pressing on the spirit, this solitude. Sometimes I wonder if I'm gifted or cursed. If the craziness that humanity associates with the artist is a blessing, or a damnation. It sure feels like the latter, especially when no one is around, or when they seem to run away and not speak. Then how is it that we can keep from becoming locked into one thing? What scars do we leave upon one anothers spirit that may or may not trap us? The marks that either able or disable us from our hearts desires. It makes me ponder the nature of our spiritual orgins. It solidifies the belief of good and bad, spiritual positive and negative, and the labrinths of each.

War Broke out at The Feedyard

Painting is like war. Sometimes you go out there to fail. Repeatedly. Thats what I did today. Over and over three times.
And now I'm determined.
Nothing quinches thirst like failure.
Nothing can quinch.
I'm going to destroy this.
I'm going to make it happen.
War broke out the Feedyard.
War's broke out the Feedyard.
War is paint.
Paint is war.

Page Thirty Three

Time.
The Disconnection of Time.
"In my discovery, this new mellinium of the new era (ERA 3), 2008, Year of Our Lord, that dates are something of an unimportant matter. Truely, the entire Earth has become something of a so convienent order that the human mind for which earth was built could operate within any level of known history. That being in the individual man to decide for himself the pursuit of his brother's knowledge. Choice."
And there is only one choice to make...
"Entirely, if one chooses to attain the knowleges of his fellow man, and with our assets of mass communications and relatively allowed peace, this has been possible, the very concept of time can be interpreted as a deduction, rather than summation."

Enter:The Frequencies of Mathematics

Ninth of July, 2008.

What is it?
What else is there?
Nothing. And now you know.
Therefore I can not say that the revelation of one's destiny is a disappointment. It is not. However the weight can be great; the loss, crushing.
So then you know the way which is set before you?
I see it. The path is true. It is just there, before my feet.
A road I know by heart, but have yet to travel upon.
The first step is the hardest to take?
Yes.
Why are your feet so heavey?
They are tied to the past. Grounded, like the roots of a tree, and they refuse to let go.
Then cut them off. Cut away the dead roots of the past. Put them in a pile, say goodbye and burn them, then there will be nothing. You will have new feet, new roots, a past that will be your own, a future that you know by heart, but have yet to travel upon.
And so I see.
Do you see it?
Yes. It's just there, before my feet.
Then take it, it's yours to have, a gift to you. Do not be burdened by it any longer; yet, be grateful, and enjoy it.
But what about my family? What about my friends?
They are weighted by your distress. They are encumbered by your hesitation. By holding back for the sake of the past you sacrifice your happiness, and theirs. They want your achievement, just as you do.
So there really is nothing else. I've waited here for so long, and for nothing.
And so you have.
But not in vain, the lessons of nothing are great. The gravity of of nothing, is something, even if you cannot see it, even if you cannot feel it, you know it is there.
Can you see it?
Yes. It is just there. And so I know, and now I am going.
Goodbye.
And thanks again.

Grain Elevator study, acrylic on mdf, 18" x 22", 2006; Donated to the Austin Art Ninjas, c/o Joey Sue Roberts.This idea for the Texas Panhandle Conquest has been two years in preparation now. Finally, after a quick two week trip to Spain and Portugal, and a one year construction of a studio/woodshop/metals lab in Lockney, Texas (5 miles south of Lone Star), I'm ready to begin. Just in time, too, because the trip to Spain led me to Lagos, Portugal, to the place of Ponta da Piedade, The End of the Earth, as it is called, The Grottos, marked by Death himself, rekindling my heart for The Seven Golden Lampstands.

MODA/VINO

The CONE Elevator Co-Operative, acrylic on MDF, 7 1/2" x 11", 2008.
This work is up for silent auction May 15th, 2008 (this Thursday night. Show benefiting Heart House Austin. Just follow the link below:
http://www.keepersclothing.com/modavino/

The Essentials.

I Hereby dedicate this Judadio Film to the Band Named...

Red Mud Loses His Cap in a Georgia Vortice

Cap Painting Sells on Underground Market

Red Mud Loses His Cap in a Georgia Vortice, acrylic on paper board, 9" x 9", 2008.
Well, after two weeks of failure on the e-Bay market a collector of art rose from the opacity of the underground and sought to purchase this painting! Hoo Ray! Therefore, victory is mine! I can rejoice in the moment knowing that "Paper Bag Red Mud's" demands to paint a rattlesnake on the brim have been quelled (see youtube profile Judadiah for more info, or click on my movie tab.). The world market of e-Bay has missed a unique gem. But fear not, those with minds made only to follow, more hunks of brimstone and diamond are to be hurled toward the market in the future.

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signing off,
Just n

First Ever Chicken Painting Goes to Alaska

Chicken George and The West Texas Whirlwind, acrylic on paper board, 9" x 9", 2008.

Yep, it sold on e-Bay last week to a collector in Anchorage! North! Hey Alaska, send us some rain down here in the Panhandle, keep the snow till next fall, and hope a tornado doesn't follow this picture up there.
Adios, people of the blog,

blog system 3098999653375564,
signing off.

Four Horses Released

"White", acrylic on pressed cardboard, 8 1/2" x 6 1/4", 2008.

Horses, or Horsemen?"

Ladies and Gentlemen,

The recent activity of sales among the e-Bay market has been a success. As it turns out, the paintings, a set of four different color horses painted from a model subject (Breyer Model)on pressed cardboard, all of which were sold seperately,found a great home to the same collector. Overall, I was willing to accept that the four might be sold off into pairs of two, but that they will remain together gives me great satisfaction. I admit, however, it took a bit of courage and grit to attempt a sale there, but recollect that such a virtual genre of an auction type art market can serve artists well. I do believe that the ultimate success would be found among the gallery and perhaps eventually within the museums, but such sites intertwined (i.e. youtube, ebay, blogs, etc.) really can allow an artist stability toward approaching the golden levels of the realms of the art world. However, there's many a slip b'twixt a cup and a lip. I thank all those whom watched, supported, or took genuine interest.
That's all for now.

Justn