Monday, April 18, 2011
Thoughts From the Night Shift..
Shaving after a 3 day weekend makes my face feel like a naked bottom hanging out in the breeze. That is all.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
And It Starts.. Sometime Around Midnight
Here follows the tales of Allan Fredrick, the painter on the high seas.
A little about our unlikely hero:
This sailor secretly regards himself a picture poet, a cracked and leaking vessel filled with words and visions. He is in fact a walking contradiction, a man of duality, with Allan Fredrick the unkempt painter lazily sprawled on one side, and Petty Officer Gordon vigilantly patrolling the other. He is frequently yelled at for things such as the length of his hair, the status of his shave, and more generally his military bearing as a whole. At the end of the day he finds chuck taylors and paint stained dickies infinitely more comfortable than steel-toed work boots and a uniform, yet the bonds of his voluntary (yet entirely regrettable) servitude are colored in digital navy blue and gray, and embroidered with the name of his owner.
At any given time he has spent the last few days either sleeping, or not sleeping at all. In between 15 hour naps and 36 hour days our protagonist subsists on hot tea with honey and menthol cigarettes, functions only to the rhythm of a soundtrack of his own devising, and counts learning random foreign languages as a hobby. He is a character at war with his job, with time, and most obviously, with himself.
So follow along as he fiercely avoids anything in a brown uniform, traps colorful musings into canvas cages, and in between Lord of the Rings marathons on his couch consistently fails at keeping himself out of sticky situations. Learn about the songs, poetry, and literature that inspire and motivate his work. Keep up to date on any new exhibitions, series of paintings, experimental work and other artistic odds and ends. And yes, the occasional rant inspired by the worlds finest sea service.
The narrative most likely will ebb and flow like the deck of a rolling cruiser, but as the saying goes, the only thing that is for certain is that the future is uncertain. The map of what's ahead reads nothing more than "Here Be Dragons", and our hesitant champion is just as fearful of what lies ahead as to what awaits if he turns back. No one is more interested than he to find out what lies next.. the swab or the brush.
Be sure to tune-in for our next episode:
A little about our unlikely hero:
This sailor secretly regards himself a picture poet, a cracked and leaking vessel filled with words and visions. He is in fact a walking contradiction, a man of duality, with Allan Fredrick the unkempt painter lazily sprawled on one side, and Petty Officer Gordon vigilantly patrolling the other. He is frequently yelled at for things such as the length of his hair, the status of his shave, and more generally his military bearing as a whole. At the end of the day he finds chuck taylors and paint stained dickies infinitely more comfortable than steel-toed work boots and a uniform, yet the bonds of his voluntary (yet entirely regrettable) servitude are colored in digital navy blue and gray, and embroidered with the name of his owner.
At any given time he has spent the last few days either sleeping, or not sleeping at all. In between 15 hour naps and 36 hour days our protagonist subsists on hot tea with honey and menthol cigarettes, functions only to the rhythm of a soundtrack of his own devising, and counts learning random foreign languages as a hobby. He is a character at war with his job, with time, and most obviously, with himself.
So follow along as he fiercely avoids anything in a brown uniform, traps colorful musings into canvas cages, and in between Lord of the Rings marathons on his couch consistently fails at keeping himself out of sticky situations. Learn about the songs, poetry, and literature that inspire and motivate his work. Keep up to date on any new exhibitions, series of paintings, experimental work and other artistic odds and ends. And yes, the occasional rant inspired by the worlds finest sea service.
The narrative most likely will ebb and flow like the deck of a rolling cruiser, but as the saying goes, the only thing that is for certain is that the future is uncertain. The map of what's ahead reads nothing more than "Here Be Dragons", and our hesitant champion is just as fearful of what lies ahead as to what awaits if he turns back. No one is more interested than he to find out what lies next.. the swab or the brush.
Be sure to tune-in for our next episode:
The Floating Opera and The End of the Road
-or-
Tangled Up In Blue
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