The drawing is from a small series of staffs, spears and pencils I made last year. The gray smudge - as are all my gray smudges - is a thundercloud I encountered one summer night flying from Virginia to New York. As we passed through I could see the angry god fussing and snapping inside, finally arcing lightening out to the ground. Hot.
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
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Yesterday also got away from me. I meant to post this collage, one of my favorites - the big black and white piece is a detail from a cowboy wall, courtesy of National Geographic, Dec. 2007.
The drawing is from a small series of staffs, spears and pencils I made last year. The gray smudge - as are all my gray smudges - is a thundercloud I encountered one summer night flying from Virginia to New York. As we passed through I could see the angry god fussing and snapping inside, finally arcing lightening out to the ground. Hot.
The drawing is from a small series of staffs, spears and pencils I made last year. The gray smudge - as are all my gray smudges - is a thundercloud I encountered one summer night flying from Virginia to New York. As we passed through I could see the angry god fussing and snapping inside, finally arcing lightening out to the ground. Hot.
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I love hearing about the cloud.
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