Last year a buddy of mine gave me some wood to carve. I’m halfway through the cottonwood bark, and just today I started messing with a piece of cedar. It’s a work in progress…as illustrated:
Yes, it’s a boy, a baby pencil boy.
Sleep’s gate has one of those simple, old-fashioned latches; but all at once you’re surrounded by garden already, you don’t know how you got in, and it doesn’t matter. You’ve dozed off.
Wood shutters on just about every window here.
I started this drawing last night while sipping the featured subject but got carried away with a conversation at the bar. Two pints later and it was time to go. So I finished it off this morning with the help of a photo and plenty of dramatic license, as usual. Besides the beers, the woodwork itself at the 17th Street Public House is eye catching.
…ain’t afraid to come out at night.
I know. I know. Some of you will say, these lenses are interchangeable, nobody is without bias, what about the MSNBC lens? My point is that we’re so good at polarizing that our conceptions now dominate our perceptions.
Inuit Proverb: When the snow melts…
Actually, what inspired this drawing was a post I read earlier this morning related to educational evaluation on EVALTALK, the listserve of the American Evaluation Association. The post references Bill Moyer’s PBS show and guest, Diane Ravitch, who, among other things, has explored FUD efforts.
Sometimes my mat is like a mirror, sometimes it’s like a black hole. At any rate I feel grounded when I sense my inner dog’s face staring back at me.
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Three of many, many, more…what can I say…how ’bout, time to ride my bike home and grill those burgers!
This has been bugging folks at portfoliolongo.com for months! (Line 4 on Earth)
A blog post written by my friend, William Fisher, inspired this drawing. I encourage you to read it. William has a lot to say, and he always pumps up my head with images. You know the concept of “least or lowest common denominator?” William addresses our technical and cultural resistance to exploring and discovering the potential inclusiveness, simplicity, and universal meanings that lie therein. Where? At the symposium; but, is there a common gathering place, a common language? It’s as if we’re naturally or habitually inclined, ok, some of us more than others, to individuate, to pursue the greatest or highest uncommon denominator. Look, check out his blog. I’ll let you draw your own insights, but just don’t jump to any conclusions.
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