an embarrassing read

one of the greatest names in the language and just a great piece of street art
Iowa

old Seattle apartment building having to face off with modern empty office building, toaster


hangman~




whatever these things are, they've really taken a beating over the passed few years





i really like broken street objects, rusted Re bar and crumbly concrete, moss and grassy living things fighting thru cracks




signs that the city builds for bored kids and guys who wish






gutterpack under the skyline, Christmas eve~ with soaked cardboard gifts







at the end of every month for the passed year the sidewalk sculptors have been going ballistic with installations~ this piece was actually watched over with a chaperon, who huddled in the door way with a sleeping bag and plywood crib walls~ i didn't take his picture~ and he didn't ask me to step back, or whisper no touching








mattress forts over grass vs rent money
can traditional two dimensional framed art carry any importance against reality's poverty


i tried to steal a bit of this show but it all really sucked~ only holding cohesiveness as a whole
my side of this so called emerald city creates traffic stopping shows and gut retching smells
Mattress is a nice name for a show











you can read a book like this anywhere, a park bench, a train, an airplane, and be comfortable in the knowledge that mature adults aren't judging you by the cover art and assumed content of your book selection~ as though any novel which isn't about realistic events and people is some how better than~cowboys and rocket ships and time traveling fags















but come on do i really have to walk around with this book in my hands and waving it in your face~ what ? am i twelve ~













if your going to write a sci~fi novel~ have the art director have two covers,the crazy noir robots fighting over the boobtray wearing super model with skull head, for all the nerds and comixcon goth shims and fems, and one of embossed vines and some fancy cool font title for people who judge














my wife climbs trees and i watch from couches~waiting for fall~
N~

















two lane hippie

i like a film from the seventies without any pale white~ out of shape boobs or bodies~ a film without dialogue~where nothing much happens~ much like a persons life or how this person spent his youth driving aimlessly down country roads~
you can see what every one looked like clear up until the eighties from this film

a film about two long hair skinny guys who are both in love with the same car

then this girl randomly shows up and trys to make it a film about her but that doesn't work at all

this same actress would commit suicide just eight years later~ she looks exactly like all the girls from my old high school and my son Dashiell
the best part of the film is when the girl gets disgusted with all the gay car talk and climbs on to the back of Billy's chopper and they drive off to make easy rider~via time machine~



like a drive-in movie~ you are not really here for the film~ but for the mosquito's~ kids drinking beer out of popcorn cups ~ picking fights with hillbillies ~ exploding stars among cornfields



i have to tell you a secret~ i really like crashing cars


the guy who wrote the screen play for this film, which was bought for 100,000 dollars, and thrown out, bought a sail boat and took his two year old daughter around the world




when i was ten this is all i would draw~ and how i became a painter~ while i should have gone racing
best line of the film~




you ain't hippies~are ya ?



dodge charger chasing the boys backwards

J.T.Steiny

my friend J.T. Steiny sends me a piece of art just about every day~ he uses the regular mail like your momma uses the Internet~ and i love him for it~ he brightens my day and makes me feel lazy at the same time~ inspires me and amazes me with his gifts of pen ink and brush, color and cardboard wonder http://www.jtsteiny.com/


He has a mini~empire of web sites and blogs http://jtsteiny.blogspot.com/








the greatest of these to cheer the eyes everyday is Dog a day, and i don't even like dogs, much http://a-dog-a-day.blogspot.com/







he teaches children how to make books out of their art work~ beginning to end http://abookeveryweek.blogspot.com/



love this painting so much so busy and colorful







this is one of the best ~ used without permission~ sorry





porniture is one of my favorite books~ you can find it ~ somewhere in here~ so, so very great








the chin on this mermaid kills me~











the mail which arrives for me is sometimes so large that the mail men rip pieces off or fold these paintings in half~ creasing mangling ruining, and smudging~


it's like receiving birthday cards everyday














J.T. should be everyones friend, brother or teacher, or d.] all of the above











so much talent~ i stand humbled. lazy and honored


N~












Peter Wolf Toth, artist

this guys story is pretty interesting and he makes these really wonderful carvings~ in every state too~ the one down in Delaware was in Bethany Beach until termites and a huge storm destroyed it~ they erected a reproduction to replace it~ go find your own~in your own state~ or Canada~
these blurbs are used from Wikipedia ~ thank you~



Peter Wolf Toth
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Peter Wolf Toth
Born
december 1947Hungary
Field
Wood Carving

Chief Kno–Tah, one of Toth's Native American head sculptures, in Hillsboro, Oregon

Toth's Nee-Gaw-Nee-Gaw-Bow (Leading Man, 1988) in Wakefield, Michigan was carved from one piece of pine donated by the Ottawa National Forest.
Peter Wolf Toth (born December 1947) is a Hungarian-born sculptor, who immigrated to the United States and settled in Akron, Ohio. He later studied art at the University of Akron. He created a series of sculptures called Trail of the Whispering Giants to honor Native Americans. Overall, he has created more than 60 sculptures, including at least one in each state of the United States, and in several provinces of Canada.
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1 Trail of the Whispering Giants
2 After 1988
3 References
4 External links
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[edit] Trail of the Whispering Giants
Toth completed his first sculpture, of stone, in La Jolla, California in February 1972. The sculpture of an Native American head, measuring nearly 6 feet (1.8 m) in height from chin to forehead, was carved into a sandstone cliff located between Marine Street and Windansea Beach, and represented three months of work.[1]
Thereafter, he decided to embark upon a journey to create a sculpture in each state. His second sculpture was located in Sand Run Metropolitan Park in his hometown of Akron, Ohio. Since then he has completed a statue in each of the 50 states, and in several provinces of Canada. Some states have more than one sculpture. Florida has three sculptures located in DeLand, Fort Lauderdale, and Punta Gorda. Other sculptures have been made to replace earlier ones. His second sculpture in Ohio was vandalized and destroyed. In response, Toth carved Rotaynah at Fairlawn Elementary School (now Judith A. Resnik Community Learning Center). Afterwards, he continued until his journey ended in May 1988, when he completed a sculpture in Hawaii.[2]
The largest sculptures stand over 20 feet (6.1 m) in height, with some exceeding 50 feet (15 m). When discussing his interpretation of what to sculpt for his Winslow, Arizona, project, Toth had this to say:
"I study the Indians of the area, then visualize an Indian within the log. It is a composite of all the native people of the state."[3]

this one is for my mom

my mom calls me up and tells me~that i don't write enough walking adventure stories now, now that i have a job again, now that this dreadfully cold winter is crushing us, that i don't go surfing anymore, where are the pictures from the beach~ the nice stories about bums and trees and houses and history
thanks mom for reminding me that i wimp out every winter~ it's too cold and far away to go surfing in the winter the days are too short the tides are too slow to fit within the day my kids wont come with me, nobody wants to ride shot gun as i hot box it~slow down icy wet logging roads of imagination~i have no money to spend driving five hours to waste on ferry fares~ coffee tea and groceries~ it is just all too much~ compounded prohibitively expensive and wasteful and why i must move~
look how small the van looks~ Mee-Mee's van now~


the new town homes continue to grow and i with them plan to do the same i will build my own version of the future~ only more modern~ ugly~ flat~ wide and corrugated~
N~
my mom thinks i need to put more pix of kids~ here you go mom~ a blog about kids
and this is my blog of cars and vans~


so your going to write a sci~fi book

it's really hard to stay focused on writing a crappy novel when such great movies are on TV



when your eyes can only dream of the lusciousness of summer gardens


like beautiful ice picks~ stabbing me in the face





my wife doesn't own a cell phone and leaves the house unattached to the voice of millions




having never actually done anything in my life it's hard to draw upon experience ~ build a novel about sitting in a van waiting for tides to swing







spend all day waiting for people to bring you things






imagine a world of nothing~
but wind whispering~
i am backed up against the wall of everything i know~








my space suit is black~ full of holes~ and stinks









dawn patrol notes

while i sit in parking lots out in places like Auburn, Kent and South Park i draw pictures and write notes to future garbage cans

i am currently writing several s~f novels, wanna know the titles ?
Herd and Prey~ empire of dusk~ Cosmos et Hobo~Pussyfeather~


plus my hardcore memoirs ~Hardcore Nobody




my notes are usually notes not drawings because i can't draw in the morning~ coffee jitters




new painting blurred




junk yard lines and washed






my studio sits in the frozen morning ice~
N~







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