Holding up the Blue

Holding up the sky

Holding up the Blue

There are structures that hold up the sky

No, you can not see them

Don't worry

Most people can't see them

If you were aware of them

You would worry, probably

It is best that you can not see these things

They are very well made

So do not worry about it

Don't even think about it

If you haven't up till now

There is no reason to start

the sky is well supported

So really, don't think about it anymore.

Just stop!

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walking

                      "Red Walks Into the Dark"                    

A walk

Awake

Direction to take

Decisions I make

Lives at stake

Rules I break

My mistake

I could be lost

A walk

A need

Choose the speed

Don't want to lead

A book I read

I fall I bleed

Scatter the seed

There is a cost

A walk

Go far

Leave the car

You know who you are

Take the guitar

Hot was the tar

That will leave a scar

All meaning tossed

The image above is a photo of paint on paper and then the images are created by smearing the photo in a computer program.

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Sense

Make Sense of This

I tried to talk to you but my words made no sense

I tried listening but only heard the sound colors make

I beat sticks on rocks, that only chased snakes from their hiding places

I danced around in circles till someone said this is a square dance

I have tried to make sense of this

but it seems like I am getting nowhere

and if you've followed my previous words

you will realize that even nowhere is somewhere

So there I am, there we are, got the sense of this?

Yes you are deep into my head

Welcome

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When It All Comes Together

 

Very well then, when it all comes together

A few thoughts on this piece

 

-It is possible that every piece of creativity is a search for God or something that represents the creative force of the universe.

-The piece above is like many of my works. It is me searching by creating.

-I often create a chaotic base on wood or canvas and then draw into it

-This puts me in a very relaxed state

-I think of the lines and symbols as an undefined language that only another creative (or the universe's creator) might understand 

-The word understanding is misleading

-Understanding implies knowledge transferred

-All I am attempting to do is transfer feeling

-The feeling you will receive will most likely depend on your state of mind at the time of viewing  

 -While all creativity maybe a search for the divine, it is also a mirror to the moment

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Somewhere

 

I left it somewhere.

The question is 

which somewhere?

There are so many

somewheres!

In fact everywhere

is a potential somewhere.

It is in a "where" that

something can always be.

Once something can

be there

it is a somewhere.

Above is a picture 

of about 100

different somewheres

and things being there.

This whole thing is pointless

but I like the picture

and had to put it

somewhere. 

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More thought on the soul

Like a landfill, the un-locatable element I call my soul is filled with layer upon layer of life-expressed debris. In this image I depict two malformed demons who live in my soul and spend their time stomping down all that collects in my soul. So now you're saying to me, "I did not realize anything gathered in the soul." My response is, "look, I just make this stuff up, that's why my soul is so cluttered." For me, my soul is a huge space and it fills constantly with fragments of thought, dream, vision, whimsy, passion, desire, loathing, rage, joy, wonder, shall I go on? My soul is a dump for everything my mind exhales. This is just me, it does not need to be this way for you. Thanks for reading.

Title of Piece:  Tamping Down the Layers of My Soul

 2021 

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Dimensional Rift or Cracks in the Wall

Have you ever looked at a crack in the wall

and wondered if a life form from another dimension was pushing on the wall causing it to crack?

Okay, then you are probably more stable than me.

That is where this sculpture comes from; that kind of imagining.

Something I made up while looking at the sculpture:

The Crack

Shh, I just heard a tick, or more like a teenk

It just came from that crack, I mean that's what I think

do you hear a humming, or is that in my head

perhaps it's a buzzing that I am hearing instead

Is the crack getting bigger

was it always that long

I am going to stand behind you

and I need you to tell me I am wrong

Now I hear talking or maybe it's singing

Yes the buzzing has stopped, but now it's a ringing

This crack is distracting

I have given it too much control

I am putting it out of my mind

Wait, could it become a hole?

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Fragments of Stories

Inside my head are fragments of stories.

They are all mixed together

like a jig-saw puzzle

that makes no sense.

There are many more than those pictured here.

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Face It

 In every face

I find myself in some way

they are not me

they are not the me I pretend to be

they have the right to their own creation

that they have formed through years of work

but still I find myself in the pretending

we are all pretending

we are good at it

face it

we all start from the same clean slate

and life molds us into the pretending

I am in every face 

and you are all in mine

Look

face it

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Characters in The Room

 I was in this room

filled with others

waiting for something;

feel like I find these rooms a lot

As I wait

I imagine I can see myself

through the eyes of the others

in the room

Of course they are always amazed

I mean come on, it's me

I have been playing this role my whole life

I am really good at being me

Then they look sideways

and realize I am in their head

looking at me

things never go well after that

just not enough room

Painting at jeffkimsey-carroll.com

Go That Way

Sometimes it is hard to know when to stop. I started this sculpture as a random abstract wood cut out. Each of the three layers was a single color, but then I started adding paint and small fragments of photographs into it. So it became a study to see where it would go and this is where I stopped. I have not added any thing in about four months so I think the experience of it is over. I call it "If I Were You I'd Go That Way"
Some how the face and form that merged out of the playing with these pieces of wood seems to be pointing to places to go. Not sure what that's about.

Stands about 4'x2'















The close up shot shows a labor of love. The black lines represent my feeling that any collection of abstract random line or shape can evoke feeling. This is another attempt of mine to create emotional language. I drew it now I am looking for someone to read it; I am sure it says something.  














Jeff Going to far, or maybe not.

moment #5

"getting out of line"

Jeff smearing photos again!

Feeling on an Image

Title: I am Made Up


I am made up
I was once upon a time
Not here
And now I am
But not really
Cause I am made up.

I am like make believe
I pretend to feel
The things I feel
But they really belong
To the one who made me up

I think
But I am not sure
Cause I am made up

Because I am made up
I spend my time making things up
Things to amuse me
And please me
And to keep me from thinking
That I am made up.

Works for me
I'm just made that way


I've started working my drawings into my image creations, stay tuned for more.

I really like taking a fragment of my idea and googling it. Here is a link to a website that proves we are made up of 93% stardust. Check it out!
http://www.physicscentral.org/poster-stardust.cfm

Pretending to be Jeff