sketchbook

the sound machine

A depiction of  "The Sound Machine" . A short story by Roald Dahl.

Duck and Sir

nutbush flats #20

On some level, a witless soul can even comprehend the fruitless nature of his own region.

Duck and Sir,Again

A person gets agitated over what he can't control. Some days it's better to close the door and draw the blinds and close the eyes.

Cleaver

Marketing? are you kidding?

A few photos and junk for a little slide show marketing thing that I'm working on for a little thing that I'm doing...photographs are by sara#5.

every Tom, Dick, and Harry...

(oh, how I long for another rainy summer day

 with some house paint and a cheap-ass Crayola paintbrush.)

It's like you can't go out anymore without every Tom, Dick, and Harry all up in your business. If I want to walk the birds I'll walk the birds.

duck and sir #3

i see stars

I'm seeing lots of this kind of thing-drawings on the pages of crappy books...or should I say (with air-quotes) "vintage" books.  I thought I would try it for myself, but now I think I'm done.

duck and sir #2

Pushcart Gallery

Inspired by hot dog carts, gypsy wagons, and carnivals- my pushcart art gallery.

I kept it small so there wouldn't be any room for the "Snooties" to walk the floor and stroke their chin and contemplate the depths of my tortured soul.

Actually, it is a reaction to the high-brow, splatter paint painters...what can I say? I guess I'm just low-brow and easily bored with the whole "accidental art" abstract expressionistic trained-monkey paint smearer club. (yeah, it's fun to do, but DANG! How many smears can a person make without going mad?)

And as I view these photos, I stroke my dirty beard and ask myself. "What tortured soul would spend precious time producing such a thing from the junk laying about his yard?"
And I wonder." Would it not be more enlightening and mentally healing to just clean up the yard?"

So, that's that. That's all it is. (...and it's kind of empty, but I'll get on that soon. I guess.)

junky

Your soul dripped off your lip and soiled your shirt. What do you care? You followed the leader. Soiled shirts are acceptable, now.

Duck and Sir

Hunkered down in Sandytown while waiting for the rain to stop or the lights to stop, I found moments of peace in making pictures.