As Sure As Eggs Is Eggs - Beautiful Day Part Two

This is one of those times where you set out to make something and you think you have an idea of where its going and what it means ... but that's often a big mis-read of the whole scenario of making something. This is a portrait of a strong young woman named Lexi.

Black: i think its important to take language and play with it - make it dance Black: this is our painting Red: hello tom. what kinda tomversation are we going to have today? Black: how about really important things Black: well a few silly things too Black: it's good to mix it up Red: serious issues at lunch time. sounds good to me. Black: first it should be pointed out that i am not a licensec tax attorney Black: and i've never been one Black: how about you? Red: me either to be truthful. i don't think i'd ever want that to be my profession. what would you do today if you were president? Black: i'd apologize individually to every single person on earth Black: door to door Black: all over the world Black: please forgive our nation's conduct over the past few years - we're back on track now Black: and i'm here to listen Black: maybe something like that? Red: the world does deserve a good apology. bush is cutting back funding on veterans. why? they fight his stupid wars, and now they don't get much benefits. Red: what a really nice fella little bush is. Black: i try to have as little bush in my paintings as i possibly can have Black: but since we have a bush in here...... where should we put it? Black: how about on the windowsill? Red: sounds good to me. Black: great so now we have a girl - girl or woman?.... and a bush on a windowsill Black: so far so good Black: now i guess it's just all about color and brushmarks right? Red: more serious issues. i have cancer. and 2 more months to live. so this painting will be a legend. Black: oh Black: my that is serious Black: i'm sorry to hear.. Red: no so much serious anymore. life is what you make of it. Black: what does this day mean to you? Red: i choose not to let life just pass me by. i'm going to make the most of it while i still have the chance. Black: yours are words to live by lexi Black: how can we learn from you? Red: today i'm bundled up in a blanket having this conversation with you, and listening to the faint. today means. comfort. Black: well i'm happy to be here Red: you should be. you'll never know which second is your last. Red: breathe like the oxygen is the most beautiful thing your tongue has ever possibly tasted, and cherish every given moment. Black: i'm learning Red: life is something humans take for granted. it's part of the human process in my opinion. Black: so it's not necessarily about traveling.. or going somewhere... or vacations.. or jet skis.. it's more about.. Black: sieze the moment Black: not just the day or the hour Black: but the moment Red: the relationships you have with the people you love before you pass away. having that one last kiss, or hug. Black: couldn't every kiss or hug be like that? Red: somehow i don't think so. it means so much more now. i can't really explain it. it's just more precious to me. i wish i could have felt like this before. Black: non essential things - do they kind of melt away before that which is more essential? Red: yes. material things become mere objects, and people turn to objects more precious than gold. Black: there was something that happened in central park here in ny over the summer Red: what happened? Black: while walking through the park my girlfriend and i came across some people who were handing out little envelopes.. Black: they were on each side of the road.. Black: it wasn't as if they were giving out flyers - this somehow felt different. Black: i took one not knowing what i was taking Red: what was in them? Black: and later when i opened it i saw what it was Black: in the envelope was a simple xeroxed piece of paper that asked us to remember that person's sister who had died at a young age earlier that same year. Black: it explained that there were 1000 of them made Red: the memory lives on. that's beautiful. ny seems like such a sweet place. Black: because he just felt it would be nice if people who she had not had the opportunity to meet on that day could somehow nonetheless think of her Black: it is in many ways Red: you guys catch a bad image through movies about being rude. it's hardly true. it's beautiful there. Black: well i made a painting at one of my shows this past summer - we did an event there called 'new york people' Black: one of those people was a young woman and the painting subject we talked into being was simply 'beautiful day' Black: it was kind of like a song Black: i know that this is a subject that you now have a lot of experience with Black: let's paint a beautiful day Black: part two Red: music is my soul's food. i was raised in a musical family, and i play guitar and sing myself. i always wanted to be famous, but it's a little too late for that now i suppose. at least i got to play music though. Black: what's it like to play guitar for those who may see this who don't play? Red: a beautiful day to me is around 70-75 degrees outside. the sunshine tickling your nose. children playing and laughing. my dog curled up next to me on my back porch swing. petting him. looking at the sky, and listening to the birds churp. Black: can a guitar sing that too? Red: lots of people have their own little things they do in what they consider their "me" time. playing guitar is mine. Red: playing guitar for me is simply a lot like another function in my every day life. as an infant dad would place my tiny little hands on his guitar. he said i'd "help" him play. i some how doubt that's true. Black: i think - i don't know... but i think he just might be right about that Red: i don't think guitars can sing without people helping them to. Black: music is feeling Black: people helping to make guitars sing so that other people can hear them Red: i just know without music in my life i'd be totally miserable, and depressed. Black: tha's the thing about music - it's everywhere Black: it's in those children.. and in the dog's breathing Black: a moment siezed is musical Red: it really is everywhere. Black: it is here. it is now Red: if you think about it. you have the soundtrack of your life planned out for you ahead of your time. it's neat. you just happen to run into the songs, run into them and think to yourself. this is about me. Black: wow Black: you're right Red: but the thing is it was written for you all along. Black: yes i think a lot of art is like that Black: it simply found people to make it Red: exactly Black: with a painter's conviction i know that that is why you're here as red today lexi Red: i'm honored tom. really i am. Black: as sure as eggs is eggs