Category Archives: not art


Bin over a year since a revisited this baby. I prolly oughta shoulda ketchup

Well we can start here
go on ~ click it ~ ya know ya wanna !

and then add a bit of this

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followed by a whole bunch of this

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and a dash of this

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and a whole pant load of this

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and I’ll think you see what I mean ~ and if you’re still on the slay ride then you can crank a little bit on this

a new LOOK

gotter up ona corner ~ and THE corner here
in the The Victory Center @ 2 Kensington Road

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I am so proud of the work being done here it would take a post every day just to keep up ~ even the scraps on the table look pretty cool ~

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So here is a sample from the last 6 weeks or so

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mostly aquatic animals for now

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with a few curve balls thrown in just to keep things spicy

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and a little something more to grow on

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the evolution on this one was outstanding ~

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this was around the mid-point = in the horizontal orientation

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so much stuff ! it’s spillin’ out in the hallway ! ! ~ can’t wait to see what happens next ! ! !

The late test of the great test

2014-02-04 12.36.02Just starting to settle into my new digs  at the Victory Center back in the area by the bay.

2014-02-04 12.36.34It was mostly exactly a year ago when the last leg of my three legged life went south and my walk about began

2014-02-04 12.38.12still feels pretty groundless but this put some pep in yer step unless yer missing a pulse ~ 😉

2014-02-04 12.38.58on a day at the Victory Center

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Lemme know what you think ! ? !

TED deBear



Itz bean a while my friends

here comes the sun peg

Miracle or scam? Free trials, said the spammer. The subject line reads = Fwd: answer.

It’s a meditation on death. WTF? you say and I couldn’t agree more. Have dreams never betrayed you? In the basement of my soul the truth is neither embraced nor rejected. Ace said his wish was to avoid glibness in his writing. I couldn’t agree more.

At the watering hole the animals gather, spreading their legs, stretching their necks in an act of corporeal supplication. I wish I could be more like them, but the invisible straight jacket of pride forbids. People scare me but what I fear most is not their selfish knives but my own. I can not tell the truth.

I do know how to love though, but there is nothing free about it. Find the darkest place in your heart and sit there, like a scavenger, hungry to pick over the bones.

This is not a love poem, but an invitation, to pretend.

we Have all Been here Before

Do not judge another until
You’ve walked a mile in their shoes.
Then when you judge them
They are a mile away with no shoes.

Ancient 21st Century Proverb

Shitte frickenze happens. More champagne my dear? There came a knock at the door and the old woman got up wondering for the night was now late and high king’s house was over a mile away on the far side of the great woods.

You’ve scene it all before ~ the star crossed lovers – the evil stepmother – somebody just tryin to figure out how to survive boarding school. How many cups of tea can one bladder hold?

It wood dent madder if no body gave a shit. Butt in the end nearly everybody does.

Eye Aint Dead Yet

OK ~ this one is going to be a bit wired – or weird – take your pick.

After a near fatal car crash (and by near I mean fractions of a second difference) where all parties involved escaped with nary a scratch ~ perspective is liable to shift.

I aint tawkin about appreciating life more an all that sorta stuff cuz I all red eye M working on that one in a 24/7 kinda way. What I hope two X press in this post is the fact that we’re all ways in a near death state of bean. In udder words life is fatal and often brutal and for reasons beyond the scope of reasonableness my life and the life of nearly everyone I know has been pretty smooth so far relatively speaking.

So ruff spots have bin the exception for most of us mostly. Would you call crumpled metal with no loss of life or limb a blessing? Well I wood. But I think my point is that this is the natural state of affairs all the time. Not the smooth part so much cuz that’s the weird wired part ~ but the tragic blessings part, the undeniably invisible part, the part that you wish were true but you’re sure aint true except for the part that seems truer than true no matter what we be leaf.

What am I trying to say hear? Hard to say exactly but I have this faint yet persistent awareness that there is somethin happening just below the surface of reality that is a lot realer than any of us can even imagine let alone speculate about. Still we gotta dream don’t we?