Drawings are at once the heartbeat, the bones, the musculature, and the spirit of all art. Drawings constitute a unique language for each artist, and the viewer is privileged to glimpse the skeletal elements of the art process first-hand. Drawings are personal: they reveal , they are intended as notes, they are a means to an end, and they represent the embryo of genius...the moment of an artist's truth.
Monday, October 30, 2006
Wind
No group more than the Native American Indians understood the importance of “wind”, in relation to their daily lives. It propelled their canoes, carried scent of their animals in the midst of a hunt, notified tribe-members of an emeny’s presence. It brought forth clouds that provided rain, sent smoke signals to neighboring tribes, and provided force through wind instruments, thus resulting in beautiful melody.
Monday, October 23, 2006
Ghost
I watched with glee while your kings and queens, fought for ten decades for the gods they made. I shouted out "Who killed the Kennedys?", when after all it was you and me. So let me please introduce myself, I am a man of wealth and taste. And I lay traps for troubadours, who get killed before they reach Bombay. Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name, but what's puzzling you, is the nature of my game.
-Rolling Stones
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Smitten
Love at first blight...although imperfect by themselves, they were so smitten with each other that their union was nearly flawless.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Trouble
As iron is eaten by rust, so are the envious consumed by envy.
-Antisthenes
So consumed by their bitter feelings towards the hares' incessant winning of the annual marathon, the turtles decided it was time to even the playing field. Envious justice, this day, was administered in the form carrots injected with C2 plastic explosives. Needless to say, this was to cause a great deal of trouble for the winners' post-game garden party later that day.
Monday, October 02, 2006
Quiet
There is nothing more magical than spending nightly hours in the thick of a pine forest. The quiet atmosphere is something to be experienced -- a passage of time too often neglected by us all in this most busy, broken and chaotic world.
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