Broken Bridges

"No wise man ever wished to be younger." -- Jonathan Swift

Once upon a time there was a little boy who, after many and many a misadventure, achieved his dream. He found himself as free to roam as a dried leaf in the wind, unencumbered by memory, responsibility and regret. And he lived happily ever after.

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas! Happy New Year! And I wish I knew how to reproduce color images so they wouldn't look so awful! Alas, the original's colors may not be anything to brag about, but they're better than the above colors, especially the flesh tones. Ah well! I guess that's a small price to pay for being utterly computer illiterate. But enough complaining. The important thing, again, is that you have a most merry Christmas, followed by a happy New Year!

The Bad Actor

"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts..."

--  William Shakespeare, "As You Like It," Act II, Scene VII

Study of a Man

He has made everything beautiful in its time; also He has put eternity into man's mind... (Ecclesiastes 3:11).

Nebuchadnezzar

There's quite a bit of vanity at play for one such as I to post his little doodles. So, to rein in my vanity, all I need do is recall William Blake's monotype on the same subject as this piece. It's one of those images that once seen is never forgotten. But then, that can be said about almost all of Mr. Blake's oeuvre. 

The Quiet

Every "hello" inevitably gives rise to "goodbye." There are very few things more obvious in this life. Yet it seems a general rule that those happy memories of each hello that embrace one in quiet moments more than counterbalance the sorrow of all the goodbyes. And that's the way of this world.

Under Redon's Wing

I once borrowed a book that contained quite a few of Odilon Redon's art, and I dimly recall seeing a small image that is the inspiration for this piece. Since I no longer have the book, I assume the image was a lithograph, but it might have been a charcoal drawing. I'm certain it could not have been a painting since no publisher would be so heartless as to reproduce Redon's marvelous colors in black and white. Another inspiration I wasn't aware of until after the fact was the great Giuseppe Arcimboldo, specifically his "Study of a Featherless Three-Footed Chick," which, despite its sad subject, is a wonderful display of craftsmanship. But I'm going off on tangents. Sorry about that. I didn't mean to be so flighty.