project artschool.

i’m currently one semester deep into the mfa program and on my one week break before summer school, i busted out a new blog. it’s a journal tracking my progress, process, projects, lessons, events, inspirations and motivations along the way. i invite you to have a look.
http://www.projectartschool.blogspot.com/

layin’ brick.

[ memorial weekend wasn't spent on vacation, away on a trip or party or barbeque. not even a picnic. we spent it working hard. we spent it layin' brick. ]

the first 200 bricks.
loaded onto the cart. loaded into the car. unloaded to the backyard.

my “laborers” were taking a break on the swing in the background.
tough work, i tell you.

then, with the help of tony and his truck,
we got 100 free square blocks from our landlord’s church.

the next 200 bricks.
loaded onto the cart. loaded into the car. unloaded to the backyard.

the final 300 bricks.
loaded onto the cart. loaded into the car. unloaded to the backyard.

my little “hired help.”

what’s done thus far.

and what’s left to do.

it feels good to know that i’ve touched every one of those bricks. at least 3 times.

*Author of Salvation

[ one true authority (hyphen) eternity. ]

what
have
i got
to
lose?

i found answers
about eternity. heaven. and the truth.
i consulted the only
man on the planet who claimed to be
there. (period).

he wrote
in red. i believe what he said.
his answers
make sense. it’s clear. no more
guessing. no more messing with trusting myself. or others as faulty as me.

reading my journals is death to the soul. i write in black and sometimes pencil.
my life.
my actions. my rights. and wrong. doings. everything i am. is way too temporal.
time to change. spew out the good name. truth to proclaim. no more ass-backwards.
absurd. made-up. pulp. horse-pulling reins.

i’ve come to the conclusion.
everyone
wants to live longer (period). just as the person
who’s nose is plastic. tummy tuck (comma). vitamin sucker.
jesus breaks the law of religion. why not give my life to him.

what have i got to lose. (question mark).

if he’s wrong. then i just die a good man. respected. in regards
to my time on this land. loving everyone. according to the will of more than a man. and…

well, if he’s right. he’s right! and i get all of the pie. to live in eternity. have a peace
that only an old jewish man can comprehend. shalom.

what’s so wrong with doing the best that i can. without bad-mouthing those who try. those
who believe. with hope beyond what their own eyes see.
the best that i can.
to love. everyone. even if it offends their pride. i’ve come to find how seriously easy
it is to believe in someone with such influence.

i hope im not preaching. but counting. i know it’s not easy. doubting. but,
what have i got to lose. (exclamation point).

getting dirty: a tradition.

[ for the second year in a row, mother's day was spent in big bear with scott, lorinda and whole shot. this time we had a newcomer, samuel, scotty and lorinda's newborn. looks like we're starting a tradition. ]

oh lordy. the boys learn how to shoot a b.b. gun.

same spot. same time. new experience.

newfound sling shot.

i love the mountains. i love hiking. i love these boys.

and her too.

scooter and whole shot ponder in their own directions.

we came across a camp that look as if it were attached by a bear. btw, a coyote visited our camp. scarwy.

some other hikers were nice enough to snap this family portrait. :)

samuel, the jail bird. (his first camping trip at 2 months old. word.)

rock climbing.

king. no, prince.

prince of facial expressions. (zoomed)

i hope this camping-on-mother’s day-tradition lasts forever.

here’s a link to last year’s: getting dirty 2007