This drawing was done twenty years ago. That amount of elapsed time amazes me. It certainly does not seem that long ago that I drew this. As is obvious, part of the idea of this picture has to do with the remorseless passing of time. Death steals upon the saint and the sinner, the doer and the idler. It is impartial and universal, so all one can do is try to make the noblest use of whatever time one is blessed to have in this life. I know it's been some time since I posted anything new, or since I've even had anything new to post. It's not that I've been oh-so-busy as that I've been oh-so-lazy. But now this drawing, done so many heartbeats ago, brings home that I might well be in the last mile of my journey here, and that if I want to try to produce anything worthwhile, then I better start right away. So, it is now my ambition to start producing new work... starting maybe tomorrow.
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Zinnia Dreams
There are people who can make the desert bloom and faded hearts to flower. Such people have a gift ... and such people are a gift.
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The old man sat down next to me on the dune. We watched in silence as the waves lapped the shore and I hoped he would not break the spell by...
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The sun was beginning to set by the time I eluded my final pursuer. Having a moment to rest, I studied my surroundings. I had never been ...
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There's nothing to this. It's merely the result of spending some time in the company of a pencil when neither of us had much to say.
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