I thought I would end it today; actually, I thought I would end it today several months ago, this blog, that is. I had picked an arbitrary mile-marker as a good stopping point and, within a few hours, I should get to it.
I dabble around in stuff, arty stuff, things that catch my attention or at which I wonder. I have tried, and failed I guess, (though I never see it that way) many different art styles and the like. I have written and still write some pretty good songs. I wrote a book of angst filled poetry in the eighties. I also tried my hand at painting with acrylics and big canvases which resulted in something resembling Pollack puke. I wrote a novel, it’s okay, a bit overwrought and wordy, but, I stand by it. Not so much the paintings…
Buttresses?!? Buttresses...?!? We don't need no stinkin' buttresses, even if they can fly.
Here's a retro post from Marci's ' "..things you don't expect to hear from the backseat..."
N: (While drawing) Why did you make me have just one eye!?!
Z: That is a nose.
(Thanks to everyone who has encouraged me along the way, I appreciate it.)