Three-nuts, Dirty Blinds and the Art of Little Drawings

My sketchbooks are filled with little drawings.

Strange creatures, leaves and faces..

but as you flip through the pages

you will also find

moments and memories..

little slices of my life

rendered in ball point pen.

I remember cleaning those blinds..

They were awful.

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Drawing and the Art of Self-Reproach

Why are you looking at me like that?

 

I’ve been away too long..

Hopefully the next little creature I draw

won’t cringe when he sees me.

 

 

 

The Human Brain and the Art of Being Speechless

The part of the brain that controls our feelings

has no capacity for language..

Perhaps this is where art comes from;

I can’t tell you what I find there..

I have to show you.