Category Archives: my life

Non-sequential Autobiography of an Inchoate Semipermeable Interactive Conglomerate Collective Entity #1

(All My Life) Trying to Fill A Person Shaped Hole in the World One Evening Child My whole being drawn Inward toward A Sheltering Skin Curled inside a pillowcase Naked Under Control Sticks and Twigs Boy with Shock of white … Continue reading

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2021 Graphic Journal #30: Aug 14- Aug 18

Lost In Summer

Posted in Abstraction, All part of the process, Being Human, Chaos and Order, Collage, doodles, Drawing, investigations of color, mindworks, My Art, my life, Of the Road and The River, On the Salish Sea, Self-Experiments, summer, Works in Progress | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

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

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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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