Wednesday, April 28, 2010

True Story

First I read a poem and now I read a story. I tell you I never get tired of hearing my own voice. Thanks to Kate for recording the True Story readings and posting them on her website.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

The Day I Read A Poem

As part of National Poetry Month, Bound to Be Read Books store owner, Jef Blocker has been posting local writers reading their favorite poems on his blog. Here is the link to Jef's blog and where you can find me reading a poem by Richard Brautigan.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Red Book Sketches

I realized that I've been doing these sketch books for over ten years now. Why not show some of the old stuff?
I call these Red Book sketches because the cover of the notebook says The Red Book and has Russian words. My wife gave me the sketchbook which she found in a nice gift shop. This was also from a period where I still used both sides of the pages. I have since starting drawing on only one side because the ink has a tendency to bleed through. However, the Red Book's pages were a good heavy stock, so I was able to draw on both sides without bleed through and now am able to show two pages at once. I like how the two sides interact with each other.

I am also reminded of a comment from a fellow artist when I showed him one of my sketchbooks. "I notice that none of the lines are scratched through," he said. "You don't worry about mistakes." I was surprised. Sketches aren't supposed to be perfect. They're supposed to be fast and dirty. There are no mistakes in rough sketches. It's all good.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

More Sketchy Time

Along with sketches, quick bits of conversation that I picked up.
I was sitting in an open air mall and two guys and a girl sat down next to me. One of the guys did most of the talking.I'm going to call him Demetrius.
Here is part of what Demetrius said.
Demetrius: "She said to me, I need somebody to take care of me. I told her, I'm getting my own place next week. I'm letting my brother move in, so you COULD have had a place to live. You and your kids."
A little later, an old man walked by with a three-legged dog. The dog was missing one of his front legs, so he had to hop along. The dog stopped and sat down. The old man tugged on the leash. The dog didn't move. The old man tugged again and the dog laid down. The old man puffed on his cigarette and waited a while longer. Then he tugged on the leash again and this time, the dog got up and started hopping again.
After they were gone, Demetrius said: "That three legged dog probably got more heart than any other dog."