Canvas 1,222 — Not Dying

Should you ask what it is I’m trying to express, I would answer, I’m not trying. And to confess? Maybe this: Not flying. Not dying. [ 53 ]

Should you ask what it is I’m trying to express, I would answer, I’m not trying. And to confess? Maybe this: Not flying. Not dying. [ 53 ]

Night in bloom The night in bloom, as if the moon both meant to stay, and go; just so, my hat, my coat, my soul. Recently Banned Literature, November 8, 2014 [ 51 ]

Back in 2009, looking for something in one of our closets, I found an unopened pack of index cards and some No. 2 pencils. Among others of their kind, these drawings eventually found their way into Primitive, copies of which are tucked away in the very same closet. [ 50 ]

Surely you can imagine the street, the stones, the carriages, the table, the coffee, and the coming revolution. Or maybe you’re just thinking about an old friend, because today is his birthday. You remember sitting near the curb, beneath a tree, and how your cup somehow became full of tiny spring spiders, but not his. And then, the last time you were to meet, you waited alone, not knowing he […]
Canvas 28 and Canvas 29 first appeared in
Primitive: Selected Drawings in Pixel, Pencil & Pen, in 2010.
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This drawing and poem came into being one year ago today. They were published separately on Recently Banned Literature, and subsequently shared on Facebook. Canvas 960 is one of my favorites. But I feel that way about a good many of my drawings, especially after I’ve forgotten them, which I almost always do, and then happen upon them again. Old friends? New? Both. All. and this is the […]

It’s been almost a month since I’ve done any drawing. Unless you count using a rake in the garden. And a rake, I find, works as well as a brush, a finger, or a pen. [ 28 ]
2017
Canvas 973 was done July 23. Canvas 974 and Canvas 975 were made the following day.
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2018
Drawing is being born, and the artist is the child,
already on to other things.

Canvas 1,180
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