In Art we trust

Admire

And never take

for granted

This lightning sketch went so far off track that it approached an obscure area I like. I Like the fact that I can’t really draw yet I really love to draw. I also like to look back on any art I create and reflect – where was I when I drew that.

There are some days I can actually draw. That is not today. I am okay with that.

By the way, that’s Albert Einstein on a bad day.

The silence roars
of loamy earth smells
punget
awake
ready to begin the
inevitable march
through the
day.

Despte capitilism
Birds awaken
sing as the
sun creeps
stealthy over
the cascades.

Carry on

In a few weeks it will rain. We will smell the earth. The trees WILL BE HAPPY. They will be happy when they lose their leaves. The smell of smoke is in the air.

En unas semanas lloverá. Oleremos la tierra. Los árboles SERÁN FELICES. Serán felices cuando pierdan sus hojas. El olor a humo está en el aire.