i am such a bust at this blogging business. what kind of minds do people have who are always able to pontificate on any and all subjects? who are these people producing so much art with time and energy left over to tell the world. why is my process so agonizingly slow? bottom line: why am i so boring??? the age old question. rhetorical of course. so, since there's nothing for me to say i'll show some pictures of some early watercolors.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
all day i come and go...like those long lost women talking michealangelo while old men rolled their tousers and their dreams were etherized upon tables,white linens starched and stretched across the beds of said women languishing in the proverbial pale shade of white,while we watch like the elders in an altogether other poem.