Im back after my walk, I did get an idea of my first painting, its going to be on a 3 1/2 tall 6feet long canvas, im going to paint shadow faces all over the canvas then hide them with leaves and rocks, and the sun will be a hidden eyeball. its all in my head, I cant wait for the paint and stuff to get here, only people with the vision will be able to see the faces. I intend to paint in a trance state, then hide the faces the next morning when im back in the non existent world of reality.
Thanks for the tips, it makes sense to paint the whole canvas first so it don’t soak up all the real paint.
Im a big fan of michael bowen's painting's, I think he inspired me this morning, I even sent him an email today. He has a website up the link is
http://68.166.190.115/Beatscene/beat_Home_Frameset.html
Its funny, I see alot of my own thoughts in his work, he even has eyeballs all over his site.
I remember that day I took the power for the first time and questioned god and demanded for him to show himself, and the giant eyeball in the sky appeared, and at the same time on the other side of the sky all evil showed its face, and I stood in the middle holding all the knowledge of the universe. After that day everything was new and different, the shadows and clouds the way the dust in the road formed shapes only I was able to see. And we are all two billion years old, all time and events are in our minds to view anytime.
You can’t find the truth in the marble buildings ran by funny men with funny hats and garb. Control and grounding is the death of the mind, why be set in your ways, change everything in your life in 30 minutes don’t hold faith in a idol from someone’s else’s vision and control, start your own religion and become god. Everything in this universe moves in circular cycles, birth life death, rebirth. The world spins in a circle.
Today I had 2000 hours in my day, I became I new man different from yesterday, even different from when I woke up.
Getting back to painting, I might get out the house paint and paint the picture right onto the drywall if I have enough colors.
Nobody knows the answer, but for the brief moment of death and birth.
I know I should proof read this or at least reread this to myself to even see if it makes sense but words are like paintings you can’t make a mistake.
moody blues is on the radio.