Plein-air on Mt Tabor

Late summer in the Northwest finished hot and dry, smoke and ash drifting from the wildfires drizzling down onto our outdoor evening tête-à-têtes in the city. The Gorge fire was the closest to us. Ash blew with the east winds and if windows were left open you awoke with ash on the sills and furniture…

Lust for Like

Just as we might ask a critic not to call not good a work for not being what it is not intended to be, we might remember expecting a like from any particular audience predisposed to dislike the chosen form doomed to deletion. We often think others think like we do, but they probably don’t….

Comics

Comics page update. Still having fun with a perfect mobile device art form. The drawings are made using fingers and thumbs on Memo Draw on the cell phone. I’ve added to the Comics page of The Coming of the Toads a few of the more popular recent drawings.

The Decoy of Art

A duck hears a quack that sounds a bit out of whack and decides to hide in the reeds. The duck call recedes. Later, a duck decoy floats by, and our duck hears that queer cracker again, now from the far side of the pond. The prattle, it skiffs across the smooth water, sounds not…

Poster Pic Doodle Comics

The old phone took quarters to make a call. I can doodle with fingers pictures on the new phone. I’ve been working on some Mini Poster Pics. Check out Comics page for large versions.

Ping Ear

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

New Cat, Mew Cat

Have you seen the new cat? How could I miss? Big cat. And fast. The new cat changes a lot. Big house, zero lot. So comes here. Our lives will never be the same. They never were the same. What were we doing? Waiting. Waiting for what? It’s what we do. How does the new…

This is not an address.

 (‘`) a d dress a peach’s dappled red lit dimple dot if you like green leaves shading rust rolling in the other way round like a fuzzy bulb globe plan draw lips over the peach skin and rub speak into ink flesh until every juice puckers sprinkle. Don’t handle or touch this stone. Simply lean…

The Assumption: A Graphic Post

We’re in primary school art class, where the students have been told to draw a picture of a house. Francine draws this: “What’s this?” Missus Portmanteau, Francine’s art teacher, asks, pointing to the big red circle in the sky. “It looks like a big rock is about to fall on your house.” Francine is nonplussed in…