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25 01 2018




The Junk Sale

25 01 2018

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The Junk Sale 1

I did my master thesis in philosophy on Hegel. In one of his chapters in the Phenomenology he remarks on the efforts of people in his time who are searching for the historical Jesus. And what do they find? Bones and dust. And that is what I have come to when I try to make some sense out of this world. Bones and dust. Sounds like despair. But one must be  honest with oneself as the end draws nearer and darkness seems close by. It does not serve anyone to pretend that the world is something other than what you see. Its not that there isn’t great beauty in the world, that truth doesn’t exist in time. But what of things outside time? What about after the world? Both on a personal level and a larger more philosophic state.

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winds of change

25 01 2018




a glimpse of the handsome Duke of Botfield

25 01 2018




Al Capone’s Lover

25 01 2018




The Spoils of War

25 01 2018

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I created 2 versions of this work. Actually I’m doing a lot of that recently. First because its fun and secondly because I need to learn more things about photoshop. Someone asked me if my ideas came before I created a piece of work or after when I made something up to fit the content of the piece. Otherwards, was I a preacher or a bullshiter? Both of course. And then some.

See my new book Trash.

The second version is as follows. There is not a huge difference between the two.

The Spoils of War 1aThe Spoils of War 2a

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Family Photograph

25 01 2018

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Family Photograph

I challenged myself to make something of the scraps of pictures (left overs from other work) that I had sitting on my workshop table. I think that it worked out quite well. There is a second version of this, only slightly altered.

Family Photograph V2

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Mystery Woman #1

25 01 2018

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mysterywoman1

Sometimes I have named my pics before, during or after completing the work. In this case I could not come up with a name so she remained a mystery to me. Like a girl that I had fallen in love with at college. From afar. We exchanged glances in classes, in halls, on campus for weeks but never spoke. She had long pitch black hair. I thought she was Native. Her last name was Redbird. Some time during the year she left school and moved with her boyfriend to Alberta to work on a reservation as a teacher. I later learned that she was Jewish.

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Mystery Woman #2

25 01 2018

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Have you ever been with someone who seemed always to be at arms length. Like a stranger. They always seem to be guarded. Almost stupid. Except they are far from it. But in another place. I had a lover like that. We would meet occasionally, have dinner, go out to a club, return to her place and make love and then I would leave the next day not knowing anymore about her than I knew the first moment I met  her. My wife accuses me of being like that sometimes. How frustrating that must be for her. Sometimes I think that once dead it will be as if I was never alive.

mysterywomanversion2

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I should have rip’d his heart out!

25 01 2018

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I should have rip'd out his heartA close friend of mine was having a passionate relationship with a young man. I did not know the young man but I was glad my friend was involved with someone. She had been a lost soul for a long time, estranged from her family, in poor health, and in a large city far from  home. I was one of her lone friends. She met Harvey. (I can’t remember his name.) I’m tempted to say that his name was Glen because he resembled the country singer Glen Campbell (Campbell as a young man.) Bernice called me. I could feel the joy in her voice. Nothing made me so happy as to hear that lovely lilt in her laugh. Harvey and Bernice (I’ll call her Bernice) spent almost every hour with each other. In bed. Finally, after weeks of trying, I got a hold of Bernice. She was a mess. Not…

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