Itstartedin82 is Tim Coon's weekly updated personal weblog that is used to document his current freelance work, sketch book, and other forms art that he is currently working on. If you would like to contact Tim for a commission you may email him at or go to his website and fill out the contact form on the website.

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Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Sink into the Pacific "J"

The Letter "J"

J is for Janet...
Our eyes met across the room. No, it was across the bar. You had the loneliest tv blue eyes I had ever seen. Actually, they were the saddest brown eyes. You tossed your head to move your hair from those eyes, or maybe I brushed your hair behind your ear when I leaned in to kiss you. These details seem to get jumbled up, mismatched and confused from the event to my brain to the page. One night we fucked, or slow danced, or made love, or maybe we drove towards the ocean, debating on stopping as that cliff got closer. Was it worth it, the brakes? My mind says yes, my heart, well, it is still thinking about all the other things. Opening the front door to you and angelic rays from heaven, or was it you normal with friends and acquaintances that I would never see again. The trials by fire, the gauntlets of arrows, or the explanation of intentions in dark rooms, crowded rooms, empty streets or busy beds. Maybe my heart is wrapped up with conversations from time zones away, counties with shared borders, or that one really rough night when I escaped to the driveway and locked my self away outside so I could figure out where you stood, where I stand and where I fall.

It is now about twelve years ago. I am spending time in a jacuzzi watching movies in black and white. Then I am swimming in the longest slimmest pool of my life. I am kissing girls, my pants are wet, my hair is a mess, and I have absolutely no way of showing or explaining any of this to you. I stop thinking about all those friends I lost. Back to you, Janet.

There is a bar in Santa Barbara. There is a dance club in Tijuana. There is bowling alley in Chicago. There is a house in Oregon. There is a bed in Texas. There is a lake in Oklahoma. There is street in Gainesville. There is a cul-de-sac in Seattle. There is an ocean that is not the Pacific. All of these are you even when they are not, baby steps in the creation of an adult, a human, a piece of shit who secretly functions as the one with the deepest valleys of a heart until they are filled with all the things that have gone into them these last few years.

I'll take my chances with beds and dreams. My heart, head, and mouth are conspiring to honesty. It feels as close to perfect as I can remember.

I'll see you tomorrow, if only for a second...


Sink into the Pacific blog

Friday, October 15, 2010

Sink into the Pacific "I"

The Letter "I"

I is for Inventory...

Your flowers have been safe
for fifteen to twenty years
stories packed away in boxes
lining the ceiling of your home.
Forget that they catch your prayers.
Forget that they muffle your cries.
Forget that they block your path to heaven.

Keep those boxes full of
exes, letters, dresses, dreams,
pvc pipe, brushes, photographs,
recipes, lovers, and my best wishes.

Move them from house to house
to house to house to home.

Cross out the names,
change the labels,
mark everything as X-MAS LIGHTS.

My heart keeps rhythm with
the lights blinking on your tree;
One and Two and Three and Four.

Sink into the Pacific blog

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Park Avenue Part 9 - FINISHED!

After a full day of work on Monday plus an hour of overtime. (A little extra cash is always nice.) I decided to head over to the shop and finish this beast of a painting. When I got to the shop I couldn’t find my supplies. So 30 minutes later Sarah and Johnny showed up to help me look. They were just moved under the sink. I am a dork. While I waited I did some clean up removing pencil lines and any tape I missed. After I chatted it up with Johnny for a bit I got down to work. First hit the painting with the brush doing some of the finer details and after I finished that I used the sponge to add a little more texture and age look to the buildings. 2 or 3 hours later I was DONE! WOO HOO!…… I started in July and finished in October. Sounds like a really long time, but it actually only took 9 days. I could only work about one day a week on this and a couple of the weeks I already made plans. This was a huge piece 19 feet wide and 8 feet high that is 152 square feet. WOW! That is my biggest painting by far. So working a full time job and 5 - 10 hours of overtime a week, 3 months isn't that bad. I think it turned out great I hope everyone enjoys it.