An idle stroll through some recent movements captured in drawings.
I stepped on a toad in the dark of evening and felt terrible about it. But i also felt afraid, which, I think, isn’t normal. It was an accident. I said to myself I matter more to God than a toad don’t I? Well HE did not endorse that but he did introduce me to the concept of wounded soldiers.
Ian’s color sympatico. It’s supposed to be red not pink; for Canada and its Green for PA–the countryside and woods. I saw this and immediately said to myself, “that’s Ian’s spirit rising.”
the little dots are the alien. It is organic and works like a net.
…a comforting image. It is a transport alien. Then there’s a mom alien:
by the Sidewalk Prophets
I lost my mother 2 1/2 years ago under some bad circumstances. I was up all night the night before and this song was playing through my head. All night long.
I remember making left turns in my car to get out of town and get lost. (Because the English drive on the left).
I drove around for about 3 hours.
ultimately I headed south for Florida and pulled off the road on a minor highway…
I’ve been lost since then.
me in my usual blue and grey, not showing my face. The title of the drawing is “THE CLAW.” Because I was trying to show them who I was.
Un.Bon.Mot 