Monday, December 02, 2013
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Three weeks ago, I finished this drawing, You Could See The Light From Farther Then. I also wrote a small, loosely related story of the same title and submitted it to a couple journals, where it's doubtless puzzled or appalled unsuspecting editors blessedly unfamiliar with the weirdness of my work. Sometime since, I lost the original drawing, or at least I can't find it today. Happily, I've learned to scan finished work immediately, and You Could See The Light is available as postcards, greeting cards, and affordable prints at Redbubble. The original drawing will also be available as soon as I find it (he sez optimistically). If you're interested, email for price.
Friday, November 29, 2013
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
In Myhalyk’s, at a Quarantine Dogs show. Over by the side door a guy in a wheelchair. Gray goatee, long hair tied back in a ponytail. He’s sat in the chair awhile, bonethin legs, baggy jeans but popeye arms and shoulders. Lotta ink, full sleeve, working on the other. A young woman’s with him, standing behind the chair: Buzzcut so short you can’t tell what color, big round glasses, hands on his shoulders. Dogs are jamming Monserrat Blues. Randy breaks a string, drops out, goes to his toolbox. Amahl keeps the groove going, Jack stays on it. So tight you can’t tell what’s bass, what’s bass drum. Amahl throws out a flourish, Jack goes Stanley Clarke on him. They’re a show themselves. Train salutes them with his beer. Amahl stands up: I know what you need! You need more cowbell! Crowd’s all yeahhh! More cowbell! People coming from the backroom to see. Train’s done with his beer. How ‘bout these fuckers? You gonna clap your fuckin’ hands or what? The wheelchair girl’s smiling, dancing a little. Guy’s dancing too, what he can in the chair, all upper body, head, shoulders, hands. Watching you realize she’s doing the same, swaying in place, no legs or footwork. Limiting what she does to what he can. One hand on his shoulder. Little things make you lonely. She tugs his ponytail and he looks up grinning. Randy’s changed his string out. Tunes, nods, hits the whammy bar. Divebomber bodyrush rammed through a Marshall stack. Train yells he’s baaaack and Randy starts tearing it up.
Monday, November 18, 2013
This hilltop oak is a local landmark. Twenty years ago, I photographed it many times with film cameras; this is the first time I’ve shot it with a digital. A small fence protects the tree from seedtime and harvest damage now, and a young man whose family has operated this farm for generations told me his dog is buried here. Can’t think of a better place.
Postcards and greeting cards available at Redbubble.
Sunday, November 17, 2013
My drawing 'Untroubled' is featured on Redbubble's homepage today. Postcards, greeting cards and prints are available. The original ink and graphite drawing is also available. If you're interested, email me: email@example.com.