Tuesday, December 30, 2014
"Bad dreams. Nothing new. Can’t seem to sleep well here. Just now I dreamt I was back up north again cutting pulpwood for the Frenchman. In the back of my mind I knew he’d died but somehow he was back and so was I. It was windy. No day to be felling trees. Looking up at a pine blowing back and forth wondering which way it would fall. Finally cut my notch and started my backcut but partway in I hit fencewire or something. Tried to bull on through but dulled the chain worse. Turned and started away and the tree cracked and I ran but the dream had me like they do. Like trying to run through waistdeep water. When I looked up the tree had twisted and came falling at me and I tripped and woke. Coldest night so far. Winter’s coming."
Read my short story 'Rain Tern Blues' at Revolution John.
Tuesday, December 09, 2014
They say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks. Most days, I don’t feel like a graybeard, but it’s increasingly clear that if I’m ever to become productive enough to achieve the optimal Markie lifeplan (Surprised Inner Voice: ‘Hey- Lifeplan? Why wasn’t I told?’ Annoyed Other Inner Voice: ‘You were out partying, you damnfool. Shut up and type.’) then I’ll need to learn to multitask. In all likelihood, I'll need to multitask like a bastard. Admittedly, this is daunting. I am a narrow-focus person. I grind the details. (Inner Voice: Oh that’s clever. Admit it: You’re obsessive!’) But I am resolute, and I have a plan. I will start small, with achievable goals. Tonight, I will go buy bubblegum. I will walk home. On the way, I will unwrap the bubblegum, and begin chewing.
I am a little afraid, but determined. Baby steps. I can do this. Wish me luck.
Friday, November 28, 2014
If you could build anything- if money, means were no object- if building codes didn't restrict, if laws of physics were only odd old notions, gravity no burden either-What would you make? What shape would it take? What materials would you use? -Me, I'd use stone, and today anyway, it would look like this. 'Cause dammit, I'm a stonecutter's son.
'A Stonecutter's Son' is a charcoal and graphite drawing, 5" x 7". The unframed drawing is for sale; the price is $175. I accept Paypal. If you'd like this drawing, email me: firstname.lastname@example.org. Thanks for looking.
Thursday, August 21, 2014
Friday, August 15, 2014
"She only painted women deshabille: A waitress from a café on Rue Madelaine who complained of disrobing in the cold, a dancer from McHattie’s who smoked thin brown cheroots, held impossible poses, feral stares."
Read my little story Colorblind in the August Blue Five Notebook.
Painting: Julius Rolshoven, 'Nude Reading A Sketchbook', oil, c. 1900.
Sunday, August 10, 2014
This 2002 drawing, Once Upon A Time, isn't for sale, but over the years a number of folks have asked about prints. I recently removed the drawing from its mat and frame for a high resolution scan, and prints are now available here: http://fineartamerica.com/
For those interested in technique: I stippled the foreground, path, and tree with Sakura Pigma Micron pens; and stippled the castle and background with graphite pencils. Working time was around 120 hours.