as all the heavens were a bell / and Being but an ear / and i and silence some strange race / wrecked, solitary, here

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The front/first page of my Flickr. I enjoy seeing the work at this size, like postage stamps.


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Some recent art on book board. As much as I dig repurposing old and/or discarded items, and celebrating the ruin in that, I need to move on to some cleaner, sparer work. People are intimidated by the busy, I find; it’s as if they look but don’t see.


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A sample of the latest library card art. I paint them over lunch these days (a cheap way to salvage any morning).


So here’s to November … the month that heralds the death knell of Fall, the forgettable opening act of Winter, and the uncomfortable waiting room for the long night of the soul that is Christmas.

p.s. The title is from Emily Dickenson.