John Kester

ruggedly creative, innovatively handsome

Collaboration: Part II

haiku3Okay. So, I’ve been a little grumpy and complain-y lately, but I’m going to use this space to gush for just a moment.  First, I want to thank you, Taco Bell. Your “beefy 5-layer nachos” are amazing. As a starving artist, I’ve found something I can live off of for $0.79 a meal. I wish this was sarcasm, but it’s not. No <sarcasm> here. These are honestly amazing. Maybe it’s because I didn’t eat for a good 12 hours before I had these nachos, but wow! I digress. Onto more important things.

Lia (check out her site here) collaborated with me tonight on a photo shoot. The hair and makeup were – as you can imagine by looking at her portfolio – impeccable. But, what blew me away, was her attention to detail. She put forward great suggestions on clothing, lighting, and even posing. She created a warm, comfortable atmosphere on set. After the shoot, I basically thought “I need a Lia at every shoot.” She’s not paying me to say this, I swear. Truly a great experience. Whatever comes out of it wouldn’t have been possible without her. When the work develops (pun intended) I’ll certainly post information here.  Thank you, Lia!

The third very special thanks for today goes out to Portia-pie. I won’t even try to use my words to explain how much you mean to me. Your support and passion extends into much of my life, and I sincerely thank you for that. I wouldn’t be at this happy place right now without you. Call it kismet, fate, or random good luck, you’re amazing. No more words on it, because they aren’t close enough. Thanks.

Filed under: art, design, haiku, links, , , , , , , ,

Walking Around Downtown

Overheard (and filed in “It’s Only Funny If You Heard it Yourself” )

Man: That’s my dream car.

Woman: The Tahoe?

Man: Absolutely!

Woman: Wow. It’s okay, but I wouldn’t call a Chevy Tahoe a dream car.

 

Spotted: Man in casual work outfit (jeans and a semi-dressy shirt). As he ran toward me, I started wondering if I should turn around and go the other way to avoid whatever he was running from…or he’s the worst jogger ever.

 

Also spotted: Huge beige horizontal desktop computer from the 90s taken into a store. This was an obvious upgrade.

 

In other news:

Preparing for photo shoot. Word mapping to enhance my scattered thoughts: Plastic lips to kiss/Blood-red lipstick stains my face/Transference Complete

Filed under: fun facts, haiku

father’s day

swimming in gene pools

bacteria in your eyes
bubbling to the top
the power to leave
when things are going alright-
so empowering.
wretched little kids
spinning and spurring me on
glad to be v-safe
did you hear the news?
yes, the vagrants are coming.
not literally.

Art by Wallace, words by Portia

Art by Wallace, words by Portia

Filed under: art, haiku, Imagination, prose, random

if possbile, we’d like, you know…

Heroic badges
Epic quality: purple.
A new collection.

Trivialize me
Go home, go to bed, go now
Your old ideas suck.

Biblical dreaming
On a Thursday afternoon
Boysenberry junk

Obituary
For your creative nature.
Time to never care.

What follows this scene?
Is it the bus or the crane?
Lively monstering.

Never fade away
When images become real
Expectations met

Filed under: haiku, ,

Pull your pants back up…it’s haiku Thursday

Hard to remember
A catalyst for motion
Satisfied to hum

Elitist rhetoric,
I hate your sympathetic
Placebo mentality

Women taking flight
Shuttles blasting their hair off
Appropriateness

Master skill Bullshit (300)
Artisan skill Photoshop (375)
Apprentice at life (50)

Vacant and deprived
In matters of soul and heart
Eff the rest of you

Pierced tendons
Unemployment
You’re scum

Words are excreted
Like noxious after-thinking
STFU ass

No relationship:
Black suit jackets and rockets
Yet somehow so right

Disparate wandering
Into the forest of self-approval and righteousness,
A place I don’t know.

Snogger me inside-
Outside-all-around until-
No more snoggering.

Filed under: haiku, period, placebo, rascal

Everyone in the Pool…. Its Haiku Thursday!

always running now
always needing to flush twice
it annoys me so

slit my supple wrist
with your jagged rapier wit
dripping garnet stains

bleach away my wrongs
scrub until my knuckles crack
invisible lies

shrouded gaze falling
turned away, never looked back
failing his harsh light

thumping hollow man
echoing across… across
returning to me

Waiting for Dessert
you were there laughing
those black and white checkered coats
so matchy matchy

houndstooth sisters watch
a cake he would not buy me
sliced or otherwise

leaving the toilet
you approached, searching for me-
or was it the pie?

maybe i was drunk
or maybe i wasn’t yet
just kind of tipsy

friday night ended
with coffee and smuggled cake
by the light of a star-bucks

it was nice- your call
checking on my arrival
we were safely home

Filed under: haiku

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