A visual poem.
i cannot speak.i cannot think.i cannot sleep.and so i draw. it comes out rawit comes out wrongit comes out longand so i draw. i feel a starti feel my hearti feel apartand so i draw i drawi drawi draw.
Last night I went to the Comedy Shrine. I was there with two men from my church. One married, I think in his upper thirties, the other single, maybe in his mid thirties, not sure. I was a bit worried at first about this dynamic. I started the social group at the church for 30’s […]
I have an assignment from WebArt, at The School of the Art Institute of Chicago, to post a piece on the web, representing the passing week between my classes. I’m pretty sure that this blog doesn’t really count. Although this isn’t a direct reaction to this class, I sometimes get tired of art school and […]
I went to a coffee shop in downtown Geneva. The day was hot, bright sun, sunglasses everywhere. I hate their coffee but I love the trees and umbrellas outside of the cafe. They spatter the pavement with interesting shadows. It’s beautiful. I pay for a lot of coffee that I never drink; it’s a truly […]