Planned Unending

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…

I do have a point here, all those projects are done, I speak of them in the past tense.  That is at times difficult; every time I pick up the book I immediately want to re-edit the whole damn thing.  The paintings might actually work as a ceiling in my unfinished basement.  The poems should be hidden from my children.  But, I am done with those chapters (pun retro-intended).

But, and, finally, the point is - I am still blogging.  I am doing it right now.  It doesn’t feel done; it doesn’t seem to have offered me all it may; I still have something more to learn.

So, as I reach the ten-thousand mark, I think I’ll let it flip and see what’s next. 

Nick Made this a while back, 'kinderneogothic' is what they call the style:

 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.

Damned cubists...

(Thanks to everyone who has encouraged me along the way, I appreciate it.)