January 30, 2011

equating your lips of sugar kisses

i have waited 10 years for the time we are in now, 10years supporting a futbol club like a devottee who knows only of the most famous of fans in the rose city. when we started, there was but 20-30 of use, then 50, then 250, 800, 2000, 5000, and now everywhere i go in my beloved city there you are. The Portland Timbers!

There's No Pity in the Rose City!

this iphone art is brought to you by my only night off this week, friday, where i spent my time entertaining Julie and being entertained, the Olympian is divine. the rest of my time has been spent working on the web development, getting things ready for the launches coming soon. i received my copies of A Love Song for an Inked Doll, and they are fabulous! cannot wait to hear what folks think of this one, i believe it is my best yet!!!

January 22, 2011

just what you need

this iPhone art night is brought to you y just what you need and my happy filter through which it was inebriated and facilitated by me. the night started with intense discussion and facilitation in open up our minds to ideas and concepts that may not always be acceptable to one's self. azure and i rocked each other's mind and anyone who would engage in our rebel rousing at Kelly's Olympian.

next we met the ladies at the Tiger Bar for some viral marketing, recruiting and general debauchery. where the luscious sofia stands out as one amazing woman and one deal friend liz who could not stop singing my praises. our heckling of simpletons carried into the doorman who kept saying azure was trying to hussle him, so i told him he was and then azure said he was, after we had satisfied his request and the look of confusion on his face was priceless. it also let go in for free and drink on a cheap tab. this stop in the evening was about the girls thought and for this i cannot wait for the gorgeous sofia to make here famous appearance here. to say i was a little smitten might be an understatement, but being a gentleman and a professional, sometimes those feelings are for your euphoria afterward.

then we ambled down the road for naked ladies at my magic gardin where my favorite stripper was and azure and i continued our in depth exploration of my art and where it needs to go next. as we left there at last call, i felt riled up and wanted to talk more shit and get into trouble. so suddenly in a crowd of people i was standing face to face with this scrumptious little english hippie chick. azure engaged her in settling a bet for us, that $1 was on the line and if i could spank her ass. she was excited and bent over for her spank, and a little grab! so i gave her the dollar for a taco and asked her if she would model for me. she kept trying to show me her tats below the belt and i politely pointed to the ones around her breasts. hand shakes and biz cards later she seemed interested but like most gals all they can see is the internet, not the art. so we began our rebel rousing amble down through old told and ran into my beloved english hippie chick again crossing into downtown. she yelled to me, " i got your card sir; you're gonna take nude pictures of me!" yes, yes i am...

January 15, 2011

a golden ray waiting for you to be my sunshine

i have been thinking about the deeper meaning of my latest poetry book entitled A Love Song for an Inked Doll and the how and why and what of it. this analysis is so interesting to me because it always leads to a conclusion i know about myself. i can do whatever i want because the mind is just energy and energy can be translated from state to state like the excitation of quantized levels.

a little over a year ago i needed to believe i could love again; i just wanted to feel again because the previous year i felt i was numb and the previous fours years i had my life force systematically drained out of me. so i started to write these poems in the first person initially to a beautiful woman i wanted to love. like yeah you can just choose someone to open your heart too. so the book was born and i kept finding that the words were flowing and that i was winning her with them. then i found i was not and in my normal fashion i just kept walking and writing and imaging a beautiful inked doll who i loved. always in this first person directly to her, for her and because of her.

i kept believing that hope came in the form of love for a soul mate, an equal partner in crime. i kept writing and writing and someone from across time and space suddenly appeared and my creative spark burned hotter till she burned up and i retreated back into my art, finished the book and kept working on the next one entitled An Instance of Emo. so, what does it mean and why do i always end on the same answer.

i write pretty words that make the ladies swoon. i am not really available though, as much as i wish i were, i believe in a soul mate as a means of motivation and the inspirational muse of creativity. in all of my life relationships always loose out to my art, the stress created by my intense single minded work ethic and the energy it takes to harness my mania and use it for all of the six things i am excellent at. it takes a rare and unique woman who understands that and does not take it as a reflection on themselves, a strong self aware woman, and they are as rare a bread as me.

the filtering splash

i have been working non stop of so many projects as the new year has started. it feels good but tiring also. my third book is coming out next month. i have spear headed the web redevelopment of my publisher's website and also began development finally on the fresch klesch art site. these projects are a long time in the making and i am excited to be leading the efforts. the images here are my attempts to pull together a new logo for sunshine ink. as i look at them this morning, i am intrigued again by this idea i have that your surroundings may have influence on the art you create. i usually listen to music when writing poetry or painting and can sometimes feel the lyrics move through me and set a mood or vibe. as i worked on this last night i was watching a movie on jackson pollock and i wonder if these are the result of a minimal view of his manic expression.

January 8, 2011

revving the engine coming out of a turn

the engine that is the fresch klesch's art is revving up coming out of a corner turn for the straight away. pushing down on the accelerator i have this pre euphoric feeling of what is coming as the wind is whipping bye, the engine whines and i can feel liftoff as i let my lead foot down. friday, coming out of the web development meeting for my art site i was on cloud nine for the future foundation i have laid. went directly into a meeting with Azure for A Love Song for an Inked Doll. it was fabulous to loudly dissect my book message and style with intellectual banter and fervor. then heading straight into a weekend holed up in a posh hotel room making the final edits to the book. like a real famous writer and artist. i feel that this years future is immediate and so pleasant to look at where i will be come next year. structure strategy and support are all perfect endeavors to accelerate this artistic future.

January 5, 2011

love the way you fuck

your hippie chick nature
of sunshine and dreadlocks
are a divine repose
of lust and saturation
smoking spirits on valentines day
i love the way you fuck
for days and days
without end
in the morning hue of first light
in the afternoons shade a brilliant delight
the evenings lead us all through the night
i love the way you fuck
when you are mad
at me and the world
for simplicity we cannot control
i love the way you fuck
for the pleasure
of exploring ways to scream
from sensual play
which lasts for day after day

January 2, 2011

the lightening rod fetish

i grew up a square in disguise in a bourgeois family nestled in a ghetto neighborhood in Northern California called friendly acres. i was always out of sorts in this suburban ghetto on the east side of the tracks. it certainly was an experience to grow up always feeling like an outside amongst a group of losers. my heritage is one of royalty, crazy and famous poets. this necessity to keep who i was both sacred and hidden from ridicule has produce a set of what i can now admit are fetishes. i am going to save my disscussion of those fetishes for later and focus for a second on a photography idea i was toying with last year that will begin to be explored this year.

the idea of fetish photography is not foreign to me and some of my erotica is certainly considered fetish. i have wanted to add more of the subtle and light fetish gear into the mix. to build shots with them and ordinary inked dolls exploring the subtle nature of fetish as it relates to the female nude form. i want to take this as a starting place and then mix in my noir erotica as is outlined with the book Wicked Delicious. i can thank Kris for the fetish gear as a new years gift to help me expand my art into a realm that will hopefully find more creative brilliance.