Category Archives: my life

2021 Graphic Journal #22: June 28- July 4

Exit Strategy #1: Excavation

Posted in Abstraction, All part of the process, anthropology, Being Human, bodyworks, Fools Journey, Geographies of Death, hidden places, internal landscape, investigations of color, Loss and Leaving, My Art, my life, the end is the beginning, Works in Progress | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

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

My Friend Asha told me about 2 Deaths

Asha told me about her father dying in India: “My father was killed in a car accident. A truck ran into his car and ripped off the top. There are no driving laws in India. The truck driver ran away. … Continue reading

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Conversation with a Preschooler

J: I had a dream that a alligator walked into the kitchen. Me: What did you do? J: Nothing I just sitted there in the chair. After a pause. J: It talkted too. Me: What did it say? J: I … Continue reading

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Snowed In Monday

Take it slowly, no rush. The snow will wait. Work will wait, Now that I have called. Eventually I will rouse myself and face the task of clearing the lazy snow from behind my car tires and crawl toward a … Continue reading

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