Rough Cut
Rough Cut : Raw Notes [Ongoing]
Panel 1
The way through is to.
The way to is through.
I have no home. I want home.
I find home. I lose home.
I never want home. I want home.
There is no home.
There is only home.
Home is not there. Home is out there. Beyond home reach. Beyond home want. Beyond home having and home understanding.
There is no understanding home for me.
There is only home.
Only no home.
No home is
home.
So that's it.
The way to is through.
Fuck everything else.
12 10 2025
Panel 2
the Sun the Son
the Eye the I
I put my eye in the Sun
morning light
mourning light
flight fluid light orb
my eye
the one lone floater
shadow x-ray reverse shadow reverse x-ray
reverse reverse reverse
follicle
my folly call into the Sun Son
the folly of calling the Son
my eye the orb the folly orb where the lone floater floats as I float it as I persuade it and coax it move it
in wet gravity
gravitas of wet
fluid flight of the Sun
the Orb of wet hot orange Sun
crystal white edge cupping the scene
like lips
crystal wet prismatic ethereal transluscent lips
opening cupping the orb
of hot orange
of wet
of goo
for the floating folly theater
most cosmic
and private
Alone Theatre
of The Son
12 12 2025
Panel 3
The Reservation
The Ranch
The Plot of Land
Not Nōh Theatre
but Yes Theatre
where I can be in control
I give offer permission
to do the secret thing
to do the private thing
to control the action
to perform
perform no rules
perform my Self
perform no limits
perform body perform action
perform performance
on my reserve
my reservation, ranch
my plot
my land
never landing
until I land
my way
land my lips
my way
land my teeth
my way
land my tongue
my way
saliva
c'est la vie
my way
my performance
my land
my plot
my way
as I had not really much of that
alone
in the audience and plot
and theatre
of my Child
which was theirs
until I made my Child
only mine
12 12 2025
Panel 4
Disappointing Son
Disappointed Son
12 15 2025
Panel 5
What will happen to my Art
One of countless people who wonder about what art love live death paper deteriorate raw guts death art body die pencil paper ink living me
boxes of edges of paper that sez something that spells out a life that draws out a life
that drew me in
a life of drawing
from beginning to end
the line
the hair
hair lines
life lines
broken
legacy
of no legacy
lines broken
what will happen to my art after I die
12 16 2025
Panel 5
my wrists
the tops of my hands
some of my eyebows. sometimes
this is the longest running drawing of erasings fixes revisions redesigns instincts intuitions reflexes hunches risks counterattacks unwiillingness free will sheer will wild guesses knowhow dumb bravery dumb lines revealing
survival
concealing
survival
making Art is revealing concealing survival
thoroughly my body
my body that is a drawing
that needs changing
12 16 2025
Panel 6
Is it true that I'm falling in a hole that's in the middle inside me
laying in bed on my side semi fetal position
glance to the window light purple snow on the roofs and frontfacing architectural details on the neighbors house across the street a mere fraction of the house
I see and know only a fraction of them
a minute fraction
my newt
light purple snow from a fraction of early light
I can see from the morning
my newt of pure fraction sky
12 17 2025
Panel 7
The dream that I had before purple fraction was long and short at the same time
liminal spaces occupy my most hidden and stark dreams approaching nightmares but more subtle
neither eerie nor horrific, never cinematic enough
but more like the casual photo selection on an ai gen, which I rather like
casual ai
ai casual
I may have been returning from a romantic something or client or both
driving my white 69 Plymouth Valiant that I alaway wish I still had and so
ii's back to Venice Beach. daytime. busy near the boardwalk with the usual energy which is hectic trivial celebratory damaged vaguely violent and threatening
and much shucking of wares
both novel and universal
Venice Beach
The Universal Novelty Item
it seems to go on forever
I'm parked at a wrong angle
I'm in the backseat
I'm looking but not looking at the pageant strollng pushing along
everything seems like skin and rasta far i
some locals or whatever peer at me
one makes a gesture at snatching my 2 cell phones which are laying on the hood outside nestled against the car front window and I feel paniced by that but its just a smartass ruse. a gesture. so I settle myself after reaching out the window to retrieve the cells
time and space exists
which is to say they are One, or rather
nothing and moot
I turn around twisting my body to see another darker car, somewhat dusty in so so shape, driving away to the parking exit, making a short bad right turn to a non exit before hitting the brakes, making the correction, then raggedly and quickly bad driving to and through the exit that is an exit
I identify the driver as a young woman with straight brown hair and probably good looking and also the gal of love or profesional interest at the start of the dream
I fantasize or recall but more like look forward to eating her out while she lays on a vintage couch, pelvis jutting forward, my knees crushing the vintage carpet
I fantasize, recall or look forward to the sex of all that
and to falling out of Time
when I eat her out
as when I ate out anybody
12 17 2025
Panel 8
Crystal tongue