Still Life

On the table a yellow bowl green apple red pear fuzzy pink    peach blue-green    ba nana All as verbless as the bibelots all in nice rows of yore Nana’s touchless glassed shelf.

Notes on the Art and Style of Whiskey Radish

To my odd ears, usquebaugh, from which whiskey derives, reminds me of the wedding party that year in Berkeley, and he…, and he couldn’t say…, or, he could not pronounce…, but that was nothing to the question of how he got the overstuffed hotel room chair through the bathroom door and up to the toilet,…

How to Fix a Broken Heart

It is easy to get lost in the hospital. From the main artery grow several asymmetrical wings rising to varying heights. When one of the two main artery elevators opens, the landing pad presents an unexpected reception area, depending onto which floor you alight. I had thought room 3217 afforded a view of the Hope…

Ping Ear

One advantage of painting over writing, there needn’t be words. Where is there writing without words? I want to read that.    

Read and Nap

Scamble and Cramble Two Hep Cats and Other Tall Tales

Deconstruction & Design

In the process of deconstruction we discover new ideas. We need not start with a design in hand. We don’t necessarily need a plan. Unless, of course, there is some destination we are particularly interested in, we need to get to. If that’s the case, we’ll usually find ourselves on the wrong path, wrong way…