Category Archives: Geographies of Death

2021 Graphic Journal #22: June 28- July 4

Exit Strategy #1: Excavation

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2021 Graphic Journal #21: June 14-27

ADVANCED ENTRY: navigating familiar environments in extraordinary circumstances

Posted in Abstraction, All part of the process, Being Human, bodyworks, capturing light, change, Chaos and Order, Collage, delusions of progress, developing relationships, discovery and recovery, doodles, Drawing, Family, Fools Journey, Geographies of Death, investigations of color, Loss and Leaving, mindworks, My Art, my life, Other peoples words, visions from the dark side, whereever you go there you are, Works in Progress | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

2021 Graphic Journal #19: May 31- June 8

The Way Out (Is Not The Way In) Color Grayscale Color Version II

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2021 Graphic Journal page #1 Jan. 1-7

New life rises from the decaying detritus of the old.

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Palabras/Words: Poems in Spanish Translated to English #8

The Teller of Tales  When I’m walking, everythingon earth gets upand stops me and whispers to me,and what they tell me is their story. And the people walkingon the road leave me their stories,I pick them up where they fellin … Continue reading

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