Showing posts with label blessed. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blessed. Show all posts

13.8.08

...Few words


13.08.08
Vashon,Wa.

...The hand sits out there waitin' for ya
It looks towards the water
which never stops moving
never stops making that sound
that make's ya say...
" ...it's really nice, sitting here...".
Everybody does.
Same thing.
Everytime.
"..Really nice here."

Heard 4 distint voices
from over waters
yesterday.
I couldn't find words.
I will.

26 days...


...and to you there Styl666,
I can't stay...
i gotta iphone.
Go figure...

Be well todo mundo,
J.Level

18.3.08

Helieo speaks......



18.03.08
6:01pm
Uvieu,España

Talkin' with the dog today,
he spoke of his observations,
wishes and demands.
I listened with patience
and asked him for his.
He sez " all will be well brother
yeah, all will be well."

Be well todo mundo...
J.Level

4.3.08

...Thank's guy's




04.03.08
Uvieu,España

Walkin' home from a client yesterday...

That paintings finished, and
under the scrutiny of the mother
a mean 3 foot tall Italian woman
who negociated without mercy,
never a comfortable moment.
Not a comfortable person.
I won.

Walkin' home thru the park,
I find alota Sacramento like
odds and ends
set up
and
people were lookin'
and talkin'...
Thank's guy's.

Overheard....

" We've no Jazz festival this year..
Budget problems
you know...Gitas (bagpipes)
we got... Hate gitas...", sez Marjua
to Mari Pili...

" ...and 50 naked mannequins in the street
too dear..."
sez Mari Pili to Maruja...

It was like the 80's again.
Domingo and B.L.
Ground Chuck and
Crazy C... and my van
should be around here somewhere...



Be well todo mundo,

J.Level

...J.L. that's 11am your time
8 pm my time...

19.2.08

"...the rebellion, part 3 "


19.02.08
Uvieu,Espana

I have this information, or "yet another tidbit of top
secert information that there is another rebellion bustin'
out in the Level reality. I Know...I know...
Who needs or wants a rebellion ?
" call me what you need or must...but call me..."
sombody said that, I forget who...

I personally find it easier to ask your giveness
than ask your permission. Just works out that way,
we're not the brightest...but we aint biophyssists(?)
either....remember.

So, In the english school today
The kid smiled when I said
" Your a genius Ignacio,
look at you, speakin' english...jo."
little miricles, from little folks...

...We do,
did,
and will continue what the moment
calls for...Ignacio, whom has 8
years on the planet, wrote,
"The green apples are my favorite..."
and now he feels like a genius...
Cool...

We're a freakshow of a bunch...
so we are.

...so, call us what you will,
but call us...hummmmm.


be well todo mundo,

J.Level

...and S.C,
you should not believe
what you can't touch
with your own hand and/or soul...
be immune, and feel immortal,
you just may be...
I am.
I feel so.

19.10.07

9 years.....


19.10.07
Uvieu,España

9 years ago, my hair was black.
Washed up onto the beach about 4:00pm.
Washed up in Madrid.
We smoked in Puerto Del Sol...
" Now what ?"....I asked strange Venus
" To the Hotel Europa !!! of course... " sword drawn
Venus leds the way...

9 years later, my hair is gray.
Venus is long gone, and a 1000 paintings
have changed hands how many times over.....

I've The Girl
the little white dog
that huge roll of surreal art
and abouta millon words written on this
Weird and beautiful country... In which I remain
hopeful
respectfully indignant / content / fucked,
but content...
" Been a long hard ride, Domingo, so it has..."

I stood last July in the scorching heat
of Madrid's smoggy mid day rush
acrossed from the old Hotel Europa..
Kilometer 0
"... So, Brother..."
I said to myself,
" ...Been a freakshow gettin to this point,
back to the beginning again..."
I
said
to
myself...

The battle for position and knowledge
and the cultures constantly changing currents
The ripp tides and sharks have this poor artist
alittle worn
alittle tired
but only alittle tired
alittle worn....huh, thats nothin'.

"... Que tal oh..? "
"...Bien.Bien. Jodido, pero contento. Como todos..."
( Good.Good...fucked, but content, like everybody...)

Will go to "The Paloma" today and see Pepe,
the first to pour this artist a beer
in the rainy city
long ago.
He will ask, as always,
" How long ? "
" 9 years... " i'll say
...and Pepe will pour a beer we'll sit and talk
of fights and floods
art and shoes
mean girls and dogs
food and Juan Falcon
and España...
and of what a weird and beautiful place
we washed up onto long,
long ago...


I'm going back to bed.
It's 6:47 am.
The Girls there,
and it's always warm
and safe
Safe and warm....

Blessed ? You bet.
The Freakshow continues...

Be well todo Mundo...
J.Level
( Jlevel77@yahoo.com)
Painting:" Manoline Sculpture" 56x46cm oil/palaster/canvas
photo ©spl2007

NOTE: OK," T.I.D" of Portland, Maine. The stories
about Death and Jesus will continue. They will be
"happier and more socially relevant..." Yes, I painted that mural
in Malaga, and thanks for the foto. No. I've no plans to return
to America ever. You are a minor God... J.Level