My Life As A Vagabond Artist ©1982

Tiger Art.

2008-12-08T08:51:00.010-06:00

So, I'm sittin' around one day, and I said to myself, "why don't I go and paint some tigers out in space?" and so, I start researching tigers and space, and it looks like I'm beaten to the punch. dang.

Majestic Wolf Face

2007-10-23T20:00:00.000-05:00

I bought this new work of art from a friend of mine. It's like something I wish I could make. I think it doubles as a trivet for hot pans (at least that's what I've been using it for when it's not on my wall lookin' all bad-ass). Man, I also wish I could scat.

A New Piece!

2007-10-15T12:48:00.000-05:00

I did this piece recently and I think it really covers my feminine side. (Captures it pretty darn good if I say so myself).

My Auto Biography, Part 4. Paragraph 4

2007-10-01T21:48:00.001-05:00

Father wasn’t around much after I turned 6 years old. For several months we thought he had run off, but then we realized he had taken on two new shifts at the button factory. He worked 8am to 8am every day of the week, but he got a half day off on Christmas. He said during his breaks he would take naps under the conveyor belt, where it was warm and dark. Since Father was away and Mum was busy drinking tea and changing diapers, the rest of us had to make our own fun when we wasn’t in school. One summer – I was seven years old – my older brother Pappy invented a game we used to call “throw up”. Each of us found a rock, or stick, or brick or something and tried to throw it up on the roof of the tool shed. If none of us got it on the roof, we kept throwing until someone did. When somebody did reach the roof, I think we just kept on throwin stuff. That was a great summer!

My Autobiography, Part 3. Paragraph 3

2007-09-26T20:15:00.001-05:00

Mum was something else, for sure. Birthin me and Tanika in a parking lot like that, and then runnin by the post office on her way home! I don’t think the doctor even knew we was born until he counted heads at our next family check up. Problem was, Mum’s spunk was actually caused by a chemical addiction. I was 32 an the last little one, Flocinda, had just been born. Mum’s blood tests showed an unusually high count of C7H5NO3S: saccharine. After years of denial, we all had to come to terms with the fact that Mum had a Sweet Tea addiction. Thing is, without it, she didn’t have the energy to change one diaper, let alone 13. So we just let her keep on drinking.

I done been beat by a robot bird.

2007-09-21T14:40:00.000-05:00

I saw this after my initial idea. Shoot.

Idea for maybe the best art ever.

2007-09-21T14:35:00.000-05:00

I've been thinking about painting on an old album cover of the band Judas Priest. But covering up that razor blade on there with some kind of eagle head (to make it patriotic). Then I'd like to take some spray paint and make it look like it has some graffiti on it. I think I could do it.

I'll get to it..

2006-01-02T00:27:00.000-06:00

My new year's resolution is "I'll get to it when I'm good and ready and let God sort it out!" I think my second resolution would be "Ride the snake and try to be more of a poet like Jim Morrison."

Props to my Peeps.

2005-11-20T21:53:00.000-06:00

I'd like to give a shout out to someone who helped me gather my thoughts on this autobiography that I'm trying to get picked up. I'd hope it would be a textbook someday for art classes everywhere. Or one of those nice little magazines next to the pocket horoscopes they sell in the check out lines at the grocery store. Either way, I'm fine with it as long as there's a paycheck in it. Anyways, thanks to a nice girl in Chattanooga, TN (who we'll refer to as "Miss Bootytang" for now for publicity reasons) for helping me transcribe my thoughts onto a scroll and then into a fancy typewriter and then into this here computer. She's been so nice in lookin' up my history and locating ol' friends and contacts and family. All this would not be possible with out Miss Bootytang.

My Autobiography, Part 2. paragraph 2

2005-11-20T11:59:00.000-06:00

It was pretty hard being one of 21 children, and don’t let anybody tell you otherwise. Sometimes Father would forget our names. So he’d just call us by what we was wearin: “Red-and-blue stripe Gooper, go get the mail”, or “Diaper Gooper come down out of that tree, it’s time for Sunday Service!” Now that was something – getting all 21 of us to church. All we had was a old Nissan station wagon that only held 6 of us. So Father would have to start real early and make 4 separate trips. Depending on traffic, sometimes you’d miss part of the sermon, and miss Sunday School altogether. Hard as that was on Father, he wouldn’ta had it any other way. See, Mr. Watkins our neighbor down the road had a old school bus from back when he was principal over at South Elementary. He offered to give us that bus in exchange for a bowl of Mum’s famous mashed potatoes, but Father said he didn’t want to spoil us. He sure was a working man.

My Autobiography, Part 1. paragraph 1

2005-11-16T23:31:00.000-06:00

Hell, I don’t remember much about being born. Mum always used to tell me that she was too busy watching the young ‘uns to remember my birth, either. So in a way, I guess you could say no one’s really sure if I was ever born at all. I do know that my birth took place somewhere along the coast of Nebraska. That’s where 12 of us was born. The other 9 was born in Las Vegas. New Mexico, not the fancy one over in Arizona. Back to me, though. Me and my twin was birthed in a Kroger parking lot, cause Mum didn’t have time to get to the hospital after her grocery shopping. She just popped us out and took us home with the rest of ‘em. Aunt Myrtle remembers Mum comin home and sayin, “The groceries is here. And there’s a couple of new ones - they’re in the back seat. Could somebody go get ‘em?”

What do you know?

2005-10-18T21:05:00.000-05:00

I'm thinking of doing some paintings based on the seasons. Like one for fall and summer and winter and spring. I think that would be awesome, especially if there was a big eyeball in the middle of them all, with a serious look in its eye. Real serious. That would be wicked awesome! Peace out.

My Autobiography.

2005-10-12T14:52:00.000-05:00

I've been working on my autobiography, and it's gonna rock.

Who's this new band I'm hearing these days?

2005-10-12T02:30:00.000-05:00

Has anyone else heard of a band called "The Spin Doctors"? I've been looking for their music and I can't find it at Wal-mart. I mean, I figured they were bad-ass, but I didn't know they were too bad-ass for Wal-mart!