my friends i spinn, i freak out some times , i ponder mostly i have come to enjoy the soaring brought about by circumstancesi nvolving a complicated life. when it becomes this crowded in my head its off to...

this place i've called home and left many times yet to return to over and over it is not the place of choice, its much like birth ..it happens..i always see the city this way, so i divert my self to where i belong, to ponder the images that i have come to know and mostly  love.. i'll stsate i enlisted my nephew to take me on a journey, i shall refer to him as twig. ha ha..sap in the veins it a mysterious thing..ok for laughs here goes.. 

  closer..the sky changes little i sense direction it is closer yes

and then ..like i need a sign

 i am at this place  barges in tow, this one whispers where have you been

i rescue this abandoned stick as one would a kitten or puppy,,sappy yes. it needed attention

fitting my hand like a childs hand .. this is what i am this is what a complicated life has brought me to.

this is my river of all my sorrows of all my loves, the current i have seen, smelled, some times tasted, touched and listened to since 6yrs of age. tales told, promises broken, dreams and tears, i've let you carry them all. today i greeted you and let you wash my spirit down to the gulf and all parts along the way, my heart was too full i thought it would burst. river you are like life, today i whispered to you the tales of all my joys, things crowed in my head,

--------------thanks for the photos Corey, aka"Twigguy"     j.stickmann 10132008---------------------------

ok' here is the thing, we all have things.mine, photos of me.yet due to the suggestion of some one , i do what is suggested why still eludes me..oh yeah i know ..no i don't but here goes...

there is stick writing to follow this, started with a painting like into it click. click..arrgh!!

 stickmann studio night time click click "i'm trying to think" stick work

awesome close up move the white paint this a way that a way click oh  that sound ;-( 

 keep the stick moving  gripping a branch in stick fashion, soo sappy so, so very tastey

add ing colours to get the clicking of the camera to stop i have to present this..

 "bad JuJu" 12'x12" enamel on birch wood mounted frame. j.stickmann 0ctober112008

  "last julep"

where the ancient oaks are draped in the fashion

spanish moss casts shadows low

humid brackish swamps glisten

an elusive maze of  black waters

oh i payed the novice forginers fee

passing vacant tar and paper shanties

i feel the hollowness as the cypress grove

watches me  foggy blankets wrap round me

mornings apricot sun dims like sorrows

swamp songs their erie symphonys prelude

some gaunt figure ahead

bayou torches i think beacons

blood red  no

it's lebeaux i'm told

i wanted it so

he sees through them bones you know

so roll them it's why i came this way

so toss em good i say

blood red eyes fixed rattling

bones dancing crazily twist and spin

heavy his eyes glare into mine

them bones come to rest

lebeaux's jaundiced stare

lets out a loud mumble

like some crazed herrons cry

i only understood get out..for you

for you

too late for you

     peace..j.stickmann 10112008   ©   j.stickmann Ltd.2008        

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