update

Sorry no photos over the past few days. Moving has disrupted things a bit, but I have been taking my self portraits every day. As soon as we have a better internet connection, I'll post everything and catch up.

Thanks for looking!

Tim

254/366: last night

Next to last minute packing going on. Tomorrow we move about 8 blocks away to a bigger place. More room to take photos! :)

253/366: electric eye

Feeling too lazy and overwhlmed to do much more than this tonight. Letting the computer do the work for me ;)

252/366: reflecting me

251/366: meeting light

250/366: we were hungry

*nom, nom, nom*
A day of packing will bring on a hunger like no other...
Found my new buddy, the blue shark (he needs a name), at Ikea yesterday. I couldn't help myself and had to have 'im. He makes me happy :D

I'm such a kid sometimes...

249/366: the wait

Waiting for an item to be brought out from the furniture pick-up area at Ikea. We'd seen a bathroom medicine cabinet that we liked which was on sale. In order to get it, we had to pay for it first, take the receipt to this area and wait for up to 7+ minutes for the staff to bring it out.

A good service that could be bit more efficient if the staff talked a little less amongst themselves.

248/366: *lick*

Gettin' some tongue action ;D

247/366: is it over yet?

Alas, no. I'm really looking forward to this moving business to be over and done with.

Seriously.

246/366: first thing in the morning...

Ok, so I'd actually been up for an hour or so before I took this, but that's close enough for me ;P

245/366: where?

I'm a pretty good packer when it comes to moving, but sometimes I'm a little too gung-ho about it all.

This morning I needed to find some personal papers and had completely forgotten where I'd packed them. The boxes where labeled and it didn't take too long to locate what I needed, at least. Just the same, I'll consider what gets packed when a little more carefully from now on ;D

244/366: the daydreamer

Taking a few minutes to drift away during the work day goes a long way in helping to keep me sane.

243/366: corner peek

242/366: on the way to sleep

Tired from packing and it's way past my bed time.

241/366: there's something on your back...

Apparently, my walking around with a piece of packing tape she stuck on my back is a source of high entertainment for my wife.

240/366: the missing

What's wrong with this photo? Well, there's the little thing of my wedding ring being missing. I lost it here in the apartment sometime this morning. It slipped off of my finger while Eva and I were packing. There are rugs covering most of the floor and I didn't hear it hit anything, so I'm assuming that it might be in one of the boxes with linens in it. At least I hope it is...

239/366: black cherry goodness

Turkey Hill Black Cherry ice cream.

Niiiiiiiccccceeee!

238/366: power found

237/366: a dreamng lean

236/366: saturday night

235/366: vice

234/366: snuck her in

E often doesn't want to be caught in my '365', but I find ways around that :)

233/366: oh, them, I don't know who you're talking about...

Believe it or not, I know those two clowning in the background. I just chose to ignore them :D

232/366: washing is more important

I don't know if I have this right, but I there's a magnet on the employee refrigerator that reads, "“Dogs come when they're called; cats take a message and get back to you later”-Mary Bly

All too true... :)

231/366: she told a funny one

Eva was telling me something funny about applying for a job online.

230/366: quick second

A brief respite in a long, busy, and frustrating work day.

229/366: reflection

Went to the memorial service for the father of a good friend today before heading into work.

It's interesting how the words of those left behind about the deceased can cause you to take stock of your own life and relationships.

228/366: scrunch

I can make some weird faces sometimes.

227/366: footpaw

Our cat, Sydney, is having the time of his life now that the place is filled with open boxes.

226/366: rest

Lounging on the Walnut Street Bridge near Penn's Landing.

225/366: the unsavory part

Ah, yes, the move. Not something anyone really likes, and I haven't done it in ten years. All there is to do now is to get packing...

224/366: what I know

223/366: crossed

222/366: green indifference

Just hanging out in Rittenhouse Square this afternoon.

221/366: (not so) mellow yellow

In the underpass tunnel at the Merion regional train station. I had just come from doing a studio visit with a painting collegue, Steve Baris.

220/366: not quite alone

I almost had what would have been a solo self portrait had it not been for a new wave of viewers strolling through the exhibit.

I kept this one because I liked the posed look I have and the random woman walking by.

219/366: hooked

Silver fish hook designed by my wife. I liked the first one she made so much that I bought this one from her. The original inspiration comes from Maori fish hook designs called Hei Matau.

There's more to see at Kityikana.net.

218/366: hunh?

217/366: blank

The day is off to a very bad start and it's unlikely to get better. What a difference a day makes...

216/366: light gives form

215/366: drifting

A lunch today. Tired and thinking about an art article that I was reading.

214/366: crowd

The collection grows...

213/366: pattern observations

Spent some time in the studio today and barely got anything done. This summer cold that has gotten hold of me caused periodic sneezing fits that made being as productive as I wanted a serious challenge.

Here, I was taking a break and doing some people watching. Well, not people watching, per se, but checking out the patterns of pedestroams, cars and bicyclists going by.

212/366: the stash

It's never too early to stock up for the winter.

211/366: can you hear me?

210/366: the moment

I've been working since I was a teenager. I'm always amazed at the feeling of lightness that comes over me when I slide that card down the slot at the end of my shift. The change is so palpable that I can almost see the weight falling off of my shoulders.

209/366: adjustment

Had to head to the studio after work to document a few works from 2005. One of my gallerist's clients has some interest in earlier paintings that I don't have digital images of, so I spent a couple of hours tonight working on them.

208/366: indeterminate

Feeling a bit unfocused and detached today.

207/366: left gaze

206/366: a day's work

I had one of those days in the studio that reminded me of why I love what I do.

205/366: glued

Stage 17, won by Carlos Sastre, of Team CSC.

On most mornings and/or evenings in July, I'm glued to the tv, watching guys ride for more than 100 miles for almost three weeks on bikes that cost enough to wipe out the rest of my school loan debt. A feat that can be done with just one of frames, not including the components.

The Tour is the onlyl sporting event outside of hte Olympics, that I'll watch religiously. Lucky for me, my wife also follows the Tour. I'm not inflexible. Tonight, we switched back and forth between the Tour and Project Runway.

The tour has been pretty good, despite the cloud of illegal doping that has followed the race again this year. So far, three riders have been arrested and suspended from the race, with one team, Saunier Duval, leaving the Tour after it's leading rider, Riccardo Ricco, was arrested after a new form of EPO was found in his bloodstream.

The doping is a real problem and at least more people are being caught these days. It takes a little away from the sport, but it hasn't really dampened my enthusiasm for watching the race. Cycling at this level is miles away from the daily realities of bike commuters and recreational riders, but I find something inspiring in it.

Some thoughts from Chris Carmicheal, Lance Armstrong's trainer for 15 years.