Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Day 272 #MakeArt365

It was a day much like today the sky was bright and wide and blue, acrylic, 2015

Monday, September 28, 2015

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Day 270 #MakeArt365

Do You Remember the Night we Were Lost in the Shade of the Blackthorn and the Chill of the Frost, ink, 2015

Thursday, September 24, 2015

Day 267 ‪#‎MakeArt365‬


Shrill Bird of Wisdom, ink, 2015
"The owl however, the shrill bird of wisdom, turned its head uneasily from side to side and finally fixed its round eyes on the blind soldier. "That's all very fine," it screeched, "but a man who has fought so long for his country and talks like that cannot go on living" And it flapped away. And in fact the man died within a few days. But not all of him died, for his young son remembered enough of that night to live as a free man later on." -'The Fatherland', Horacio Quiroga, translation by Howard Young

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Day 266 #MakeArt365

The Living City and the Drowned, ink, 2015
"You know they say there is a submerged town a the bottom of this lake, and that on Midsummer's Night at twelve o'clock one can hear the pealing of its church bells." ..."And I think," he went on, "that at the bottom of our Don Manuel's soul there is also a submerged, drowned city, and that sometimes the pealing of its bells can be heard."
-Miguel de Unamuno
'Saint Manuel Bueno, Martyr' translation by Harriet de Onis

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Sunday, September 6, 2015