"Once you've seen a 100-foot cement buffalo on top of a donut-stand in the middle of nowhere, you're never the same." -Lane Smith

Strange, Wonderful Feeling

My baby brother (see above, 20 years ago) is getting married in four months. How wonderful.

The Motive for Metaphor

By Wallace Stevens

You like it under the trees in autumn,
Because everything is half dead.
The wind moves like a cripple among the leaves
And repeats words without meaning.

In the same way, you were happy in spring,
With the half colors of quarter-things,
The slightly brighter sky, the melting clouds,
The single bird, the obscure moon—

The obscure moon lighting and obscure world
Of things that would never be quite expressed,
Where you yourself were never quite yourself
And did not want nor have to be,

Desiring the exhilarations of changes:
The motive for metaphor, shrinking from
The weight of primary noon,
The A B C of being,

The muddy temper, the hammer
Of red and blue, the hard sound—
Steel against intimation—the sharp flesh,
The vital, arrogant, fatal, dominant X.

New Year's Sketches!

Check out some new sketches, one per day.

Its funny how, in my experience, when things are wonderful and real, creating art and living my life can co-exist.