Cigarette Break

Happy Thanksgiving

Having achieved perfection, the perfect host takes a break.

Buon appetito!

Cigarette Pause
11-24-14
mixed media

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Poem & Story

Poem

Somewhere, up there,

There is blue sky.

The herons are content

To see their reflections

In the generous water

In which accumulates

The memories of trees

And resting frogs.

A Thoughtful Heron
11-18-16a
collage, mixed media

A heron had a conversation with a frog.

"You. You! You sleep all winter deep in the mud where no one can see you. All summer, I walk in the mud and hunt you."

The frog was silent for a while then it spoke to the heron.

"I like sleeping in the mud all winter. It makes my skin soft, you should try it sometime. I adapt and accept. This hibernation (or whatever you call it) is my Heaven. It is my dream state. The mud is everything. Without it you'd have no place to stand and hunt. Why, the river would have no bed. It would flow constantly, impoverished with no place to rest until it squandered itself in the ocean far away."

The heron was confused. Frogs! He spread his wings and swept off downriver in search of fish.

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Mixed Birds

10-15-16a
pencil, charcoal

10-31-16a
mixed media

10-30-16a
mixed media

10-21-16a
charcoal, pencil

10-23-16a
pencil, chalk

10-19-16a
ink, watercolor

The National Cathedral

I attended worship at the National Cathedral in Washington, D.C. yesterday morning. They put on a great show and the building itself is the proverbial "sermon in stone." The ribs vault skyward into and through fields of colored light splashed by an ebullient stained glass Pollock. The darkened crypts and chapels below grade promise communion and acceptance of one's earthy limitations augmented by glittering lamp-lit mosaics telling stories of flesh and spirit sorting out their differences.

Naturally, I listen better (or at least tolerate better) the pomp and complexity of any dogma or catechism when I have a pencil in my hand. Me: always backing up into the spiritual realms hoping to vault into those spangled skies.

 

Bird People

Bird People live in a Bird City. What could be more obvious?

I love doodling and making decorative things like Crystal Cities. But then what?

Well, add some birds, that's "what!"

Life is a mystery where we pass the time of day bumping into one another trying to figure out who we are.

Salut!

Birdcity
pencil, watercolor
04-06-12