tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33665068376868634292024-10-12T15:04:57.687-07:00Art + Words = KeemoKeemohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00514081372109938648noreply@blogger.comBlogger530125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366506837686863429.post-33588206548050667432012-03-29T09:04:00.001-07:002012-03-29T09:04:48.243-07:00<p><a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/180835919316" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebayart/2012/heavyhearta.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><strong><span >Portrait From A Waiting Room</span></strong> </p><p><a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/180835919316" target="_blank">Click to view more details</a></p><p> <strong>The Story<br /></strong>We struck up a conversation while sitting in the doctors office and he had that look like whatever he was there for it wasn't good. It was equal parts fear, fatigue and worry and he had tired eyes and a heavy heart and as he motioned to the windows to compliment the early warm spell, I could see his hands shake like a man much older and much weaker and when the nurse called his name he stood and shook my hand and thanked me for talking to him and I thanked him back and standing there in the sunlight it looked like all the fear was gone and in that moment I was glad that I was there to be part of it all.<br />... Enjoy!</p><p><br /><a href="http://www.keemogallery.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_keemogallery.gif" border="0" alt="Visit KeemoGallery.com" /><br /></a><br /></p>Keemohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00514081372109938648noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366506837686863429.post-46558510501232189662012-03-12T11:55:00.001-07:002012-03-12T11:55:50.868-07:00<p><a href="http://keemogallery.com/wp/shop/original-painting/portrait-of-a-him-in-a-moment-of-thought" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebayart/2012/profilea.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><strong><span >Portrait Of A Him In A Moment Of Thought</span></strong> </p><p><a href="http://keemogallery.com/wp/shop/original-painting/portrait-of-a-him-in-a-moment-of-thought" target="_blank">Click to view more details</a></p><p> <strong>The Story<br /></strong>This is one of those that the title says it all. ...Enjoy!</p><p><br /><a href="http://www.keemogallery.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_keemogallery.gif" border="0" alt="Visit KeemoGallery.com" /><br /></a><br /></p>Keemohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00514081372109938648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366506837686863429.post-18770116638771760712012-03-09T07:18:00.001-08:002012-03-09T07:18:39.820-08:00<p><a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/150772217948" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebayart/2012/twoideasa.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><strong><span >The Importance Of Letting Each Idea Be Yours And Be Unique </span></strong> </p><p><a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/150772217948" target="_blank">Click to view more details</a></p><p> <strong>The Story<br /></strong> This is one of those that doesn't have a story with it because that painting itself provides all the info you need. ...Enjoy! </p><p><br /><a href="http://www.keemogallery.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_keemogallery.gif" border="0" alt="Visit KeemoGallery.com" /><br /></a><br /></p>Keemohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00514081372109938648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366506837686863429.post-3341567844584388202012-02-10T12:35:00.001-08:002012-02-10T12:35:26.392-08:00<p><a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/150740795324" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebayart/2012/snowa.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><strong><span >A Walk At Night When Silence And Snow Are The Only Things With You</span></strong> </p><p><a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/150740795324" target="_blank">Click to view more details</a></p><p> <strong>The Story<br /></strong>It was late and the words weren't coming and the paints weren't flowing and I knew working was useless so I put my boots on and coat on and scarf on and hat on and walked out into the freezing Michigan night. It was silent at that hour and every so often I would look back and see the orange glow from the city and only my footprints in the snow behind me and walking forward I opened up my head and waited for the ideas to come. ... Enjoy!</p><p><br /><a href="http://www.keemogallery.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_keemogallery.gif" border="0" alt="Visit KeemoGallery.com" /><br /></a><br /></p>Keemohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00514081372109938648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366506837686863429.post-88666944210583825092012-01-13T12:09:00.001-08:002012-01-13T12:09:43.101-08:00<p><a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/180793246514" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebayart/2012/animalseries1a.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><strong><span >It Is Easy When You Do Not Know That Your Days Are Finite #1</span></strong> </p><p><a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/180793246514" target="_blank">Click to view more details</a></p><p> <strong>The Story<br /></strong>I was driving down the highway, in the middle of nowhere and I was thinking about everything that I shouldn't be wasting time thinking about. You know, the silly stuff that fights for your attention. What needs to be done, what isn't done yet, what should be done, who needs what, the car needs tires, the fridge needs food, the house needs heat, the kids needs a college education and all that stuff. I could go on and on and on but I know most of you know exactly what I am talking about. Anyway, I am driving down the highway, thinking about these things and then traffic slows to a halt and there is a big line of us sitting on the highway and I stare to my right and into the field and there cows right up near the fence just staring at us all sitting in our cars, growing impatient for not moving and thinking all our silly things and they are calm and their movements are deliberate and I can't help but think that there is something to be learned here. The traffic starts to inch forward and I soon leave the cows behind and I leave all those silly stresses behind there with them and drive on to another day where all things seem possible. ... Enjoy!</p><p><br /><a href="http://www.keemogallery.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_keemogallery.gif" border="0" alt="Visit KeemoGallery.com" /><br /></a><br /></p>Keemohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00514081372109938648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366506837686863429.post-54731158702710146282011-12-30T10:52:00.000-08:002011-12-30T10:53:10.606-08:00<p><a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/180784012501" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebayart/2011/10visionsa.jpg" border="0"/></a><P><strong><font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="3">There Are 10 Visions And Each One Is Connected To The Last</font></strong> <p><a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/180784012501" target="_blank">Click to view more details</a></p><p> <strong>The Story<br /></strong> This year ends in ten days and there are ten days before we start it all over and you can fill each day with ten reasons why each breath should mean more than the last and we have ten days to know that we are not starting anything over but that with each of those days it is possible to watch the continuation of the last. ... Enjoy! </p><p><br /><a href="http://www.KeemoGallery.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_keemogallery.gif" border="0" alt="Visit KeemoGallery.com" /><br /></a>Keemohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00514081372109938648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366506837686863429.post-88089067917461710262011-11-15T06:53:00.001-08:002011-11-15T06:53:57.068-08:00<p><a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/150697530718" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebayart/2011/intherooma.jpg" border="0"/></a><P><strong><font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="3">Beauty Is Always Found In The Stillness</font></strong> <p><a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/150697530718" target="_blank">Click to view more details</a></p><p> <strong>The Story<br /></strong> Tchaikovsky.<br /> Is in the room with me.<br /> Tonight.<br /> His notes are words in a conversation that I having with myself, alone. <br /> With Tchaikovsky.<br /> Across the room I raise my glass to him. He says, it is all found in the number 20 in C sharp minor. I disagree and mention that all truths and self discovery are found in Sonata 14 in C sharp minor (Beethoven). It is the gentle notes and spaces where your reflection is the clearest. It is the spaces between the notes where the haunting takes place. it is the notes that bring you back to this world.<br />Tchaikovsky is in the room with me tonight and he motions to the black keys and then to the white ones and points out how they make no noise on their own but beauty is always found in the stillness and that there is always music with or without the keys. ...Enjoy! </p><p><br /><a href="http://www.KeemoGallery.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_keemogallery.gif" border="0" alt="Visit KeemoGallery.com" /><br /></a>Keemohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00514081372109938648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366506837686863429.post-51148462792043971292011-10-10T12:25:00.001-07:002011-10-10T12:25:54.038-07:00<p><a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/150673816478" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebayart/2011/beard1a.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><strong><span >A Beard By Any Other Name Is Still A Beard</span></strong> </p><p><a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/150673816478" target="_blank">Click to view more details</a></p><p> <strong>The Story<br /></strong> We were talking about beards from some reason and as can you can imagine there is not much to note from that conversation. However, I am fairly certain that I had never drew or painted a beard. (At least that I can remember) There was the "mustache" series from a few years ago but no beards. Anyway, I figured it's about time I give it a try.<br /><br />... Enjoy!</p><p><br /><a href="http://www.keemogallery.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_keemogallery.gif" border="0" alt="Visit KeemoGallery.com" /><br /></a><br /></p>Keemohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00514081372109938648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366506837686863429.post-74634939022282933722011-10-01T07:43:00.001-07:002011-10-01T07:43:56.768-07:00<a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/150663797872" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebayart/2011/photos13a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;">The Intersection Of Then And Now. A Series.</span></strong><br /><a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/150663797872" target="_blank"><b>Click To View Details</b></a><br /><br /><br /><p><strong>The Story</strong></p><br /><p>I lay on the floor and think of<br />the past and<br />doubt my place<br />in the present and<br />wish that there were<br />answers written in<br />the cracks across the ceiling.</p><br /><p>Self doubt is change<br />dressed up in<br />the clothes of yesterday.<br />.<br />I lay on the floor and think of<br />my flight that leaves soon and<br />wonder what really happens in the open air<br />up that high.<br /><br />Self worth is self doubt<br />dressed up as<br />someone else.</p><br /><p>... Enjoy!</p><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/we-are-all-here-and-that-is-just-how-it-is/12671266?productTrackingContext=search_results/search_shelf/center/2" target="_blank"><img alt="Follow On Twitter" src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_book.gif" border="0" /><br /></a><a href="http://www.keemogallery.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Visit KeemoGallery.com" src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_keemogallery.gif" border="0" /><br /></a></p>Keemohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00514081372109938648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366506837686863429.post-90166303742873754842011-09-30T06:31:00.001-07:002011-09-30T06:31:14.882-07:00<p><a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/150668786299" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebayart/2011/judgesa.jpg" border="0"/></a><P><strong><font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="3">May My Judges Remember That I Am Made Of Bone</font></strong> <p><a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/150668786299" target="_blank">Click to view more details</a></p><p> <strong>The Story<br /></strong>I think the title says it all with this one. Don't you? </p><p>.... Enjoy!</p><p><br /><a href="http://www.KeemoGallery.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_keemogallery.gif" border="0" alt="Visit KeemoGallery.com" /><br /></a> Keemohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00514081372109938648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366506837686863429.post-32616558161865938512011-09-26T07:09:00.001-07:002011-09-26T07:09:28.918-07:00<a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/150665985850" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebayart/2011/thoughtsa.jpg" /></a><br /> <strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">When You Think Your Way Through To Morning On Silence And Darkness And Hope</span></strong> <br /> <a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/150665985850" target="_blank">Click to view more details</a><br /> <strong>The Story</strong>I think the title says it all with this one. Don't you? <br /> .... Enjoy!<br /> <br /><a href="http://www.keemogallery.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Visit KeemoGallery.com" border="0" src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_keemogallery.gif" /></a> Keemohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00514081372109938648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366506837686863429.post-68015580732857214682011-09-22T06:06:00.001-07:002011-09-22T06:06:28.695-07:00<a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/150663584031" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebayart/2011/rbba.jpg" /></a><br /> <strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I Wait For Some Kind Of Sign (A painting at 3:47 AM)</span></strong> <br /> <a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/150663584031" target="_blank">Click to view more details</a><br /> It was late. I mean real late. Like 3:47 AM kind of late. The morning alarm was less than 4 hours away and I was at the desk pushing the paints and there was no sign laying down the brushes and packing it in. Like most insomniacs, I was just getting started, I suppose. The best ideas and best words and most peaceful moments all come when the rest of the world is sleeping. Maybe it is that simple idea that keeps me awake. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm leading myself astray at the times. I will walk out into the yard at these hours and look up and down the street and hope to see some kind of sign that there is someone else at that moment that shares this idea. It never happens. I listen to the silence for a moment, then always walk back in and sit back in front of the paints and push them around until they speak to me no more and the room goes dark.<br /> .... Enjoy!<br /> <br /><a href="http://www.keemogallery.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Visit KeemoGallery.com" border="0" src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_keemogallery.gif" /></a> Keemohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00514081372109938648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366506837686863429.post-90884268832777269842011-09-15T11:59:00.001-07:002011-09-15T11:59:15.167-07:00<a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/180723227755" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebayart/2011/4dreamsa.jpg" /></a><br /> <strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">l Have Four Dreams And In Each One</span></strong> <br /> <a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/180723227755" target="_blank">Click to view more details</a><br /> I have four dreams and<br /> in each one<br /> you are there.<br /> <br /> There is a dream for the<br /> past<br /> present<br /> future<br /> and<br /> each moment in between<br /> where there are<br />no words or<br /> colors<br /> or<br /> line<br /> to express<br /> it all.<br /> <br /> I have four dreams and<br /> in each one<br /> you are there. <br /> <br /><a href="http://www.keemogallery.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Visit KeemoGallery.com" border="0" src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_keemogallery.gif" /></a> Keemohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00514081372109938648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366506837686863429.post-73040496393255053792011-09-12T10:11:00.001-07:002011-09-12T10:11:40.053-07:00<a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/180723220940" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebayart/2011/animalinusa.jpg" /></a><br /> <strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">ln Nature We Can Find Ourselves. In Ourselves We Can Find Nature.</span></strong> <br /> <a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/180723220940" target="_blank">Click to view more details</a><br /> This is one of those that doesn't need a story to go along with it. There is enough here for us all to make up our own.... Enjoy!<br /> <br /><a href="http://www.keemogallery.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Visit KeemoGallery.com" border="0" src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_keemogallery.gif" /></a> Keemohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00514081372109938648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366506837686863429.post-8840164785509994722011-09-08T06:02:00.001-07:002011-09-08T06:03:02.463-07:00<a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/180720423685" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebayart/2011/99-1a.jpg" /></a><br /> <strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">It Is Us And We Are Here #1</span></strong> <br /> <a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/180720423685" target="_blank">Click to view more details</a><br /> This is the first of the 99 Series. This number refers to the rest of us who do not make up the top 1% of the world who own the majority of the wealth. I know that number may or may not be accurate but for the purpose of my point it is just fine. This series is to meant celebrate those of us who work every day, doing what we do, carving out our own piece of this whole mess. I can really care less about the other 1%. It's the 99% that matters to me. … Enjoy!<br /> <br /> <a href="http://www.keemogallery.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Visit KeemoGallery.com" border="0" src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_keemogallery.gif" /></a> Keemohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00514081372109938648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366506837686863429.post-92071633191702775052011-08-30T06:49:00.000-07:002011-08-30T06:50:08.216-07:00<a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/150653894211" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebayart/2011/pinkcrowna.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;">Four Thoughts While Lying On The Floor </span></strong> <br /><a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/150653894211" target="_blank"><b>Click To View Details</b></a> <br /> <br /> <br /><p><strong>The Story</strong></p> <br /><p>I lay on the floor and think of <br />the past and <br />doubt my place <br />in the present and <br />wish that there were <br />answers written in <br />the cracks across the ceiling.</p> <br /><p>Self doubt is change <br />dressed up in <br />the clothes of yesterday. <br />. <br />I lay on the floor and think of <br />my flight that leaves soon and <br />wonder what really happens in the open air <br />up that high. <br /> <br />Self worth is self doubt <br />dressed up as <br />someone else.</p> <br /><p>... Enjoy!</p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p align="left"><a href="http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/we-are-all-here-and-that-is-just-how-it-is/12671266?productTrackingContext=search_results/search_shelf/center/2" target="_blank"><img alt="Follow On Twitter" src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_book.gif" border="0" /> <br /></a><a href="http://www.keemogallery.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Visit KeemoGallery.com" src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_keemogallery.gif" border="0" /> <br /></a></p> <br />Keemohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00514081372109938648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366506837686863429.post-77750297321766340202011-08-22T09:58:00.001-07:002011-08-22T09:58:37.871-07:00<p><a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/180712955476" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebayart/2011/photos5a.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><strong><span >The Intersection Of Then And Now. A Series. #5</span></strong> </p><p><a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/180712955476" target="_blank">Click to view more details</a></p><p> This is the <strong>fifth</strong> painting in a new series that resurrects forgotten, old photos and brings them back to life with painting. These photos are of complete strangers and have been discarded by their owners and are likely to get passed on to a place where they will be gone forever. Looking at these photos I can't help but think about the people and how some have now passed on or are very old but in all cases they have been disconnected from this particular piece of their past. It is these paintings that are meant to give them a place in the present as well into the future as they take on new lives in a new context. At the very least, these are meant to honor the people in the photos and the time that spans from the photo to now... Enjoy! </p><p> <br /><a href="http://www.keemogallery.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_keemogallery.gif" border="0" alt="Visit KeemoGallery.com" /> <br /></a> <br /></p>Keemohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00514081372109938648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366506837686863429.post-18855045450387585702011-08-08T06:32:00.001-07:002011-08-08T06:32:49.986-07:00<p><a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=180707418569" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebayart/2011/aimeemusica.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><strong><span >Everything Else Was Covered In Dust</span></strong> </p><p><a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=180707418569" target="_blank">Click to view more details</a></p><p> This was her music. She took piano lessons as a young girl. She told me that the long, pasty white fingers of the old woman teacher scared her as she would point to notes on the page in front of them. She told me how she smelled like powder on the bench next to her and her makeup caked a bit in the wrinkles in her face. She told me that over the piano where big wooden utensils that were carved out of wood and they were covered in a layer of dust and that everything else was covered in dust. She told me the piano teachers husband had died long before her piano lessons and you could tell that other than teaching the kids she was very alone. I picture her as a little girl in the late seventies sitting on the piano bench and soaking all this in and filing it away as her teacher wrote "Good" on the top of the page or the "1 &amp; 2 &amp; 1 &amp; 2 &amp;" under the notes. I see her in her childhood handwriting, "Circle all of the F#" and then it scribbled out and makes feel like I am there and we are all there somehow because I know we all have some memory that isnt too far from this one. (maybe just replace the piano lessons for something else) Either way, as she discovered this old book from her childhood and she gave it to me asking, "is this something you can use?" "I would be honored," I said.... So, with that...Enjoy! </p><p> <br /><a href="http://www.keemogallery.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_keemogallery.gif" border="0" alt="Visit KeemoGallery.com" /> <br /></a> <br /></p>Keemohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00514081372109938648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366506837686863429.post-53549983706311072732011-08-03T09:46:00.001-07:002011-08-03T09:46:43.739-07:00<p><a href="http://keemogallery.com/wp/shop/original-drawings/it-is-us-and-we-are-here" target="_blank"><img src="http://keemogallery.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/99-1a.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><strong><span >It Is Us And We Are Here</span></strong> </p><p><a href="http://keemogallery.com/wp/shop/original-drawings/it-is-us-and-we-are-here" target="_blank">Click to view more details</a></p><p> This is the first of the 99 Series. This number refers to the rest of us who do not make up the top 1% of the world who own the majority of the wealth. I know that number may or may not be accurate but for the purpose of my point it is just fine. This series is to meant celebrate those of us who work every day, doing what we do, carving out our own piece of this whole mess. I can really care less about the other 1%. It’s the 99% that matters to me. … Enjoy! </p><p>... Enjoy!</p><p><br /><a href="http://www.keemogallery.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_keemogallery.gif" border="0" alt="Visit KeemoGallery.com" /><br /></a><br /></p>Keemohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00514081372109938648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366506837686863429.post-15731151903727466092011-07-25T07:54:00.001-07:002011-07-25T07:54:28.869-07:00<p><a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=180700622561" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebayart/2011/landscape1a.jpg" border="0"/></a><P><strong><font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="3">Only The Words That Swirl Around While The Roots Take Hold</font></strong> <p><a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=180700622561" target="_blank">Click to view more details</a></p><p>Outside the studio<br /> there are trees.<br /> Not people&nbsp;<br /> not cars<br /> not slot machines<br /> not sounds<br /> of these things<br /> or reasons<br /> to need these things.<br /> <br /> Only trees and&nbsp;<br /> the light that filters<br /> through the leaves<br /> and<br /> the words that<br /> swirl around while<br /> the roots<br /> take hold.</p><p>...&nbsp;Enjoy!</p><p><a href="http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/we-are-all-here-and-that-is-just-how-it-is/12671266?productTrackingContext=search_results/search_shelf/center/2" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_book.gif" border="0" alt="Follow On Twitter" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.KeemoGallery.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_keemogallery.gif" border="0" alt="Visit KeemoGallery.com" /><br /></a>Keemohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00514081372109938648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366506837686863429.post-42332650347875041542011-07-14T10:18:00.001-07:002011-07-14T10:18:16.173-07:00<p><a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=150630923263" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebayart/2011/chambera.jpg" border="0"/></a><P><strong><font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="3">For A Fine Job Of Helping</font></strong> <p><a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=150630923263" target="_blank">Click to view more details</a></p><p>I do have to say that I have to come to appreciate small town life. When I was younger I always thought the city was the only place to be. Then there are times when I am travelling and I stop in some small town and go to some small diner and have a cup of coffee and I look out the window and daydream and the world slowly spins to a halt right in front of me and I get it.</p><p>This is a page from a 1959 pamphlet promoting a canoe race from Grayling (one small northern Michigan town) to Oscoda. (another small northern Michigan town) These are both small towns that I am familiar with in my travels through Michigan and I can picture the canoes and the people and the pace and it is the pace of many small towns throughout the world and I am going to pause a minute before I hit the final period on this sentence before I get back to my life in the city.&nbsp;</p><p>...&nbsp;Enjoy!</p><p>&nbsp; &nbsp;</p><p><a href="http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/we-are-all-here-and-that-is-just-how-it-is/12671266?productTrackingContext=search_results/search_shelf/center/2" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_book.gif" border="0" alt="Follow On Twitter" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.KeemoGallery.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_keemogallery.gif" border="0" alt="Visit KeemoGallery.com" /><br /></a>Keemohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00514081372109938648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366506837686863429.post-83576499688825695692011-07-07T12:59:00.000-07:002011-07-07T13:00:12.905-07:00<p><a href="http://keemogallery.com/wp/shop/original-painting/seven-dreams" target="_blank"><img src="http://keemogallery.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/cache/7dreamslg_355.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><strong><span >7 Dreams</span></strong> </p><p><a href="http://keemogallery.com/wp/shop/original-painting/seven-dreams" target="_blank">Click to view more details</a></p><p> This is one of those that doesn't have a story of it. It's better if you come up with your own for this one. ... Enjoy! </p><p><a href="http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/we-are-all-here-and-that-is-just-how-it-is/12671266?productTrackingContext=search_results/search_shelf/center/2" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_book.gif" border="0" alt="Follow On Twitter" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.keemogallery.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_keemogallery.gif" border="0" alt="Visit KeemoGallery.com" /><br /></a><br /></p>Keemohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00514081372109938648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366506837686863429.post-30372599444231430692011-07-06T09:43:00.001-07:002011-07-06T09:43:16.194-07:00<p><a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=180691988379" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebayart/2011/floatinga.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><strong><span >It Is Out Here Where I Hear The Music</span></strong> </p><p><a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=180691988379" target="_blank">Click to view more details</a></p><p> This is one of those that doesn't have a story of it. It's better if you come up with your own for this one. ... Enjoy! </p><p><a href="http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/we-are-all-here-and-that-is-just-how-it-is/12671266?productTrackingContext=search_results/search_shelf/center/2" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_book.gif" border="0" alt="Follow On Twitter" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.keemogallery.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_keemogallery.gif" border="0" alt="Visit KeemoGallery.com" /><br /></a><br /></p>Keemohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00514081372109938648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366506837686863429.post-55694313365061758762011-07-01T08:48:00.000-07:002011-07-01T08:49:08.043-07:00<p><a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=180689688589" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebayart/2011/takethismomenta.jpg" border="0"/></a><P><strong><font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="3">Not Wish There Was Another</font></strong> <p><a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=180689688589" target="_blank">Click to view more details</a></p><p> I will take this moment and<br /> keep it to myself and<br /> not wish there was another<br /> moment like this one<br /> because there will never be and<br /> closing my eyes<br /> I wait<br /> for the next<br /> moment to come. </p><p>...&nbsp;Enjoy!</p><p><a href="http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/we-are-all-here-and-that-is-just-how-it-is/12671266?productTrackingContext=search_results/search_shelf/center/2" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_book.gif" border="0" alt="Follow On Twitter" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.KeemoGallery.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_keemogallery.gif" border="0" alt="Visit KeemoGallery.com" /><br /></a>Keemohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00514081372109938648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366506837686863429.post-67711545798383056532011-06-29T12:03:00.001-07:002011-06-29T12:03:30.045-07:00<p><a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=180686634903" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebayart/2011/blackasnighta.jpg" border="0"/></a><P><strong><font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="3">Only The Parts Of The Body</font></strong> <p><a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=180686634903" target="_blank">Click to view more details</a></p><p>The small light<br /> lit up only the<br /> parts of the body&nbsp;<br /> that I was<br /> talking to and<br /> her eyes and<br /> lips and<br /> nose and<br /> cheeks where<br /> all there and&nbsp;<br /> the rest melted into<br /> nothing.and<br /> I melted into<br /> her..</p><p>...&nbsp;Enjoy!</p><p><a href="http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/we-are-all-here-and-that-is-just-how-it-is/12671266?productTrackingContext=search_results/search_shelf/center/2" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_book.gif" border="0" alt="Follow On Twitter" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.KeemoGallery.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.keemogallery.com/ebaylisting/menu_keemogallery.gif" border="0" alt="Visit KeemoGallery.com" /><br /></a>Keemohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00514081372109938648noreply@blogger.com0