Damon Soule mind fuck on canvas

(I will own a decent camera one day)


Damon Soule is a magnificent artist. I can't remember when my being came into meeting up with his mind numbing paintings but suffice to say, I've been in awe ever since. I highly recommend checking out one of his shows, which I almost did at Fecal Face Gallery in SF. I say almost, as that gallery albeit pulling great artists, is the size of my dream closet. So instead of hitting up opening night where I'd probably be elbow to elbow in a mad rush for a Tecate to cut the edge of angst I'd feel towards others in tight quarters with faaaar too many people, I opted to go the next day and 'run an errand' for work. Best decision ever, as I was able to stand mere inches with unobstructed views and just soak in every fine detail, color and stroke of each piece.

http://soule23.tumblr.com/

here is Fecal Face's post of their MUCH better shots of the pieces in their gallery and opening night

http://www.fecalface.com/SF/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=1964&Itemid=90

Dedication to migration

A young friendship(and by young I mean length, not age) of mine(albeit, it felt like it spanned a depth of time), has tragically been derailed for greater and better horizons. Although the pain felt by this parting of the minds leaves me feeling hollowed where only the voids can be filled with sorrow, I deep down know this is for the best. The decision for this individual to move on to greater and better things as well as a different coast, will only aid in the over taking of the world by their success and achievements. I wish the best, though, I know best wishes aren't in order when applied to this individual, who possesses great drive, ambition, a giant brain and much talent in life.


I dedicate this song. For you left your home town, your haunt, your blood, to be impetuous and seek greatness and happiness

I’m pre-meditating crime of a personal kind

I’m about to go out of my mind
I’m just about sick to death of taking breath
And walking this line of mine

Now, folks that know what’s good for them
Are good at ignoring them
But I just can’t put these thoughts down
I’m harrowed and abused and broken and pursued
By this notion that follows me around

My heart is hurting, my spirit’s burdened
I feel like a liar and a thief
For taking air, for being here
Unwanted, I look for my final release

Goodbye, goodbye California
Goodbye and I’ll be moving on
I sang you my songs, I know I’m wrong
Fare thee well and I’ll be moving on

When I’m dead and gone
My immortal home will hold me in its bosom
Safe and cold, no more desires
Will light their fires or disturb my immaculate calm

And the birds of the air and the beast of the soil
And the fishes of the desperate seas
Will know who I am and our substance will expand
As part of everything

As part of everything, my god
As part of everything and the clouds will roll
And the wind will blow and the beautiful birds will sing

Goodbye, goodbye, California
Goodbye to your waving trees
To you succulent wind and all my friends
Fare thee well, goodbye, so be it
Amen
Amen