Friday, August 24, 2012
Leonard Cohen - Waiting for the miracle (lyrics)
MY FIRST COHEN SONG ....DEDICATED TO THE ONE WHO LOVES ME,UNDERSTANDS ME,AND WILL UNDERSTAND WHY THIS SONG MOVES ME...jacobmarley
In My Secret Life - Leonard Cohen [LYRICS]
REDISCOVERD LEONARD AT AN AGE THAT I CAN TRULY IDENTIFY WITH..
THE SONG SPEAKS FOR ITSELF...DO YOURSELF A FAVOR AND DISCOVER HIM TOO
PEACE....jacobmarley
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Shamrock Black Salerno EMT Part 1
SALERNO EMT DOING WHAT THEY DO BEST PART 1
GOD BLESS THEM.........
Assault against US Military Base in Eastern Afghanistan by Haqqani Mujah...
SALERNO JUNE 2012....MEET AND GREET WITH ALLAH
Monday, July 2, 2012
" The Window"
Works in progress
I will be posting works that are underway and try and give you a visual feel for the often frustrating progress of a work. The failures and the small triumphs of the Artist..
This piece that I am calling " The Window" is a work in Graphite using a pastel sparingly to add color as depth of texture.Having only been creating in pencil for two weeks it is a tad crude at this stage and may end up that way.I try not limit myself and I tend to travel places at times before I am ready.
I had no plan other than the window frame,the rest develops as I lay pencil to paper.On a good day,a piece comes via a Channel.I am just a vehicle of delivery.
Francis Bacon seemed to be near when the lower right pane came into play.. sorry Francis..eek
As usual I had a few dry spell days,then once again became open and was able to hear the piece speak.It leads I follow.Not a Rembrandt,or a Dali,but I made many small personal triumphs in the creation of this work. Hope to have more to come..Peace ..fk
As usual I had a few dry spell days,then once again became open and was able to hear the piece speak.It leads I follow.Not a Rembrandt,or a Dali,but I made many small personal triumphs in the creation of this work. Hope to have more to come..Peace ..fk
| draft layout |
| stage one adding highlights and roughing in of panes |
| stage one adding highlights and roughing in of panes |
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Off to Afghanistan
Leaving Camp Atterbury Indiana for Kuwait's Ali al Salem
The first leg to camp Salerno Afghanistan.
Mid flight stopover in Shannon Ireland to take on fuel and fresh Guinness Ale for those so inclined.
For me, a chance to stretch my legs, hit a cigar, and enjoy Bailey' coffee
Going to miss home and the good life
The first leg to camp Salerno Afghanistan.
Mid flight stopover in Shannon Ireland to take on fuel and fresh Guinness Ale for those so inclined.
For me, a chance to stretch my legs, hit a cigar, and enjoy Bailey' coffee
Going to miss home and the good life
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Dave Mann Story
During the 1970's if you were a biker or even thought about being one, you knew Dave Mann.Wherever there were bikers there was Mann's work gracing the walls,tables,or clubhouse's across the world.
Dave Mann blessed the centerfold of Easy Riders Magazine for years and remains as The Greatest Biker Airbrush Artist that ever lived.
Dave Mann blessed the centerfold of Easy Riders Magazine for years and remains as The Greatest Biker Airbrush Artist that ever lived.
I along with countless others looked forward each month to the New addition of Easyriders,and upon opening it,like Playboy,Dave's Centerfold was the first stop,and would be revisited again and again for inspiration,desperation,or plain admiration and conversation.
Here is a small tribute to Dave.Thank you Dave for the decades of inspiration and comfort you have given to myself and others.You are truly missed
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Easy Rider - Smith - The Weight
Looking back this movie was a far greater influence on me than I had imagined.Later on I also became an incredible fan and admirer of the late Dennis Hopper and his circle of friends.
It may not seem such a fantastic thing in this day of instant communication and easy media access ,but in 1969 at the age of 13 this movie (watched at a Drive In Theater) was the my saving grace,and a hope for escape in the future.Two years later I owned my first chopper to be a 1959 XLH Sportster purchased for $500.00. and Yes It was road worthy..:)
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Saturday, August 14, 2010
The Blood and the Fury Within
Have you ever felt Trapped,stuck,unsure,wary,weary,*Anxious*devoid of clear decesion? This is where I am at this moment in time,having caused rifts in the waters of life,a wake upon the shores.wanting the journey to end,to find that one final place of peace on earth before the Grande master makes the decesion of my final resting arena and we compare notes and I am shown the ultimate in humbled arrogance.
I am missing the one true love of my life.my wife,whom I have loved with a passion,at times,regertfully,painfully, betrayed,at times taken for grated,yet she has has stayed,with only her unconditional love as anchor.Why is it we hurt the ones we love,and the ones whom love us most?I am just a man,who's decesions are made with the best of heart,sometimes blind by the struggle of the inner selves.Yes Selves.For I have always had the good vs evil,the call to show strength in any advent,with the counter of softness of heart to battle.a collosion and fight that comes before I see it,overwhelming and blinding,but now less erratic,less inconspicuous,but on ocassion,it rises .An upon the rising it weilds the swords of a blind man with his 6th sense primed for destruction,raging,slashing,a marksman that has but one goal,and that goal is victory.Have no mercy is this Tempest's motto,kill or be killed,he lives to see the slain suffer.He wants his blood and the blood he will see through the his path of darkness....
I am missing the one true love of my life.my wife,whom I have loved with a passion,at times,regertfully,painfully, betrayed,at times taken for grated,yet she has has stayed,with only her unconditional love as anchor.Why is it we hurt the ones we love,and the ones whom love us most?I am just a man,who's decesions are made with the best of heart,sometimes blind by the struggle of the inner selves.Yes Selves.For I have always had the good vs evil,the call to show strength in any advent,with the counter of softness of heart to battle.a collosion and fight that comes before I see it,overwhelming and blinding,but now less erratic,less inconspicuous,but on ocassion,it rises .An upon the rising it weilds the swords of a blind man with his 6th sense primed for destruction,raging,slashing,a marksman that has but one goal,and that goal is victory.Have no mercy is this Tempest's motto,kill or be killed,he lives to see the slain suffer.He wants his blood and the blood he will see through the his path of darkness....
Friday, February 5, 2010
Just Bullsit
Deacde five and if I wake tomorrow still enhaling atmosphere of whatever life sustaible type,tomorrow will be a good day
I am tired,I am always tired working 12,16,20 hrs a day everyday,Insane ?I thinks so or no maybe I don't.No matter it is what it is my choice,my life,my sacrafice and the sacrifice of those about me.
Im good at what I do I don't mix well with the corporate paint,the color of the ones who set the Bar,who proclaim how it should be done,and by whom,
Someday I would love to meet the Omega,the first of the Proclaimers,The one whom first dreamt,then devloped "The Bar" we all are to strive to raise,there must be an Omega,certainly someone had to lead the TEAM,to audiance his vision,to delegate into the corporate communities like a mesiahs pledge to the affinities.
Ah they are the "THEYS" you know who I mean,"They said it is" ,so it must be!!!
They,the Omegas disciples ,the ones with the stick,the ones who hire,fire set and enforce the standards of production,effecientcy,corporate edicate,protocals,dress codes,The standards man the standards!!!
I don't need "They" to tell me which way the wind blows,if its balck or white,if it will work or won't becuse "They" watched me "They" set me to do their deeds."They" duplicated me,admired me,fed me,cloaned me in their image..took the A model and warped it diluded it to some morf of me,then discarded me like a wild infestation to their world.
But what "They got" was some sick imitation of the Real workable genius,and one day their warped,maniulated copies of me and others "The Machine" used to Raise their Bar ,will my friend come to "Hand their ass" to them.
And thats when I want to meet the Omega,and his disciples ,,.When there efficient,productive world comes crumbling down around around their self rightious,Pompus, arrogant asses .
I will smile,as I pick the bar from the ashes,wink and say,How did that work out for:) You Fucks!
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