Sunday, July 30, 2006

My cubicle.

circa 2001
Herman Miller furniture.

What's In My Inbox Today?

This email was from my friend DeMatt. He plays in a Jackson, Mississippi based band called The Moils (the title of this post links to their MySpace page). Whenever they have a gig, he sends out a reminder. Whenever he sends out a reminder, he takes the time to make it entertaining:

It's July; it's hot; and you're busy. So, in an effort to lend you a
hand in getting your affairs in line, I drafted this to-do list. You'll
thank me later.

- Pick up the dry cleaning
- Finalize Tuesday's lunch appointment
- Stock up on all ointments and balms
- Shave off the mohawk
- Retrieve cufflinks from the urinal
- Straighten up the Bat Cave
- Unload remaining Lawn Dart and Delorean stock
- Throw away old suspenders
- Buy new suspenders. Remember, tension is important.
- Apologize to the minotaur
- Touch up life-size multimedia portrait of J.L. Jones
- Practice the bassoon
- Return top hat (begrudgingly)
- Toss the medicine ball
- Check on the tomato aspic. Sufficiently firm?
- Explain to co-workers that you didn't really mean that
- Envy Burts Lancaster, Parks, and Convey. But hey, we are who we are.
- Leave the wetsuit at home
- Try Marlon Fitzwater one more time. But if he doesn't call back, it just
might be over.
- Massage your liver and posterior with The MOILS Friday night at Martin's
because your hungry libido deserves it.

Saturday, July 29, 2006

circa 2001



turnout on the only art show I ever had.
that BFA in painting is really paying off.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Fifty Cent Praises.

Truth be known. Truth not being told. All around.
Lies and spies and Jerico ties. Life is a game.
You play poker to win it. To be in it. Your sickness
is your addiction. Your attrition.

I have to take care of my own. Zone out on clicking
tasks that mask the virtue of a life lived taking care
of my family and taking care of my vast past
that isn't over.

The last laugh laughs last, past cubicle rows that sow
the integrity of speaking the truth. Of not holding
a grudge. Of letting go of fifty cent raises that
glazes the praises of one man rubbing the other the wrong
way.

I deserve my fifty cent raise. Fifty cent ways.
Slaves that click the time, tick off annuities not mutliplying.
Sliding down the pockets of larger charges. Larger Mustangs.
Larger stains. Debts to be paid.

Put your poker face on pal. Roll the dice. Are you telling
the truth? And if not, how can you live with yourself?

Monday, July 24, 2006

Web site facelift

I did a nip tuck to my web site. Check it out if you
ge time. It's not totally different, but a bit cleaner.
Same navigation. I would love your feedback.

www.byronking.com

Saturday, July 15, 2006

A Tension

Building.
Growing
and Pressing.
Pushing.
Wanting
for change. A change of State. A Revolution. The Calm before the Storm.
Neither here nor there. Somewhere in between. Reaching the next stage.
Reaching the brink. Not turning back. The time has come. Pull the Trigger.

Friday, July 14, 2006

Friday, July 07, 2006

Other Empty Spaces


We discover a safe place
beneath a shady tree.


To find ourselves
alone and isolated.


It is everything we want
and nothing we need.


At once we must go
in search of discomfort.


It's plowing time again
in the field of opportunity.


Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Conversation on pop culture.

5:26 PM me: hey Tori. I was waching So you think you can dance, last night and wondered what you thought about the quality of the dancers? I'd love to hear it. Tell me when you get time.
5:27 PM Tori: lol
i have never seen the show
no tv
5:28 PM but i am sure they are great. but an entire different integrity and aesthetic than that which i strive to achieve
5:29 PM i am like things that are performed more "real" and that stuff is "showy"
i like
showy is fun if you want to drift away with gene kelley
5:30 PM real is more human, and less esoteric and surreal and fanatical
depends on what your flavor is
5:31 PM what they are judging is showmanship. and the level of tricks
5:32 PM like a horse
lol
5:35 PM me: word. I don't know about it, so I'm mystified.
Tori: and you are who they are playing for
me: yeah. must be. wish I knew more about dance and was a more educated viewer.
5:36 PM Tori: its like art- if you like it, you like it
you can analyze technique all day
but its essentially about what you like

me: if it was American's next top Contemporary Painter, I'm sure I would be pissed."

Tori: lol
i have to say i have no interest in watching it
me: maybe one day, I'll get a show for my art form. I think you are lucky.
Tori: its not dance to me
5:37 PM in the sense that dance is a lifestyle a way of being much different then the training i received
much different then the opinions of what most people hold of the form
but sure- its great its gets some attention
5:38 PM ballroom. i dig
me: yeah. gets attention for dance. it can't be a bad thing.

me: they have a ballroom dancer guy named Dimitri.

Sunday, July 02, 2006

Bro

A brother is someone that you can count on when the going gets rough.

Someone to lean on when times are bad.

A brother is someone that drives everyone at the car show mad.

Saturday, July 01, 2006

Better luck next time


Hello everybody! Nice to meet you
Thank you for the welcome-post!
it took a little time to post this.I tried to put up a link which opens another window with a larger view of the Photo above.Well, as you see i wasn`t able to.

I did this photo this morning and chose it for my first post because it is about how i felt/feel.
A few weeks ago i got a cancellation from the academy i wanted to study art at.iI didn`t know if i should laugh or cry.That is what the photo is about.
Confusion,disappointment.feels like you would fall.lying on the floor.the body of the puppet(it was a bunny).ridiculous.ridiculous depressive mood.one week.There it is again.a small yellow dot above the horizon.Maybe it is self convenience.playing jokes on me.I feel better now. That`s not my merit.It`s hope`s merit.
I´ll continue.work harder.dream more.sleep less.
I´ll Live life,love life.
Better luck next time.


Incubator

Incubator, acrylic on canvas, 30'' X 36''