Saturday, July 28, 2012

Country Keening/Kent Lament

What's more profound
than the ominous sound
of the owl's late report,
Against the still, yet shrill,
the incessant trill
of insects in the dark?

[Cue coyote chorus.]

Friday, July 13, 2012

I like the repeated realization that paintings and drawings I think of as old are only from 3-4 years ago. Germination took decades, but real progress has only just begun. The sky is limitless.
Cardboard is a cool medium; I politely take what it gives me.