I used to make a phone call everyday at about 4pm. If I was late calling, I heard about it afterwards. But the chair is empty now, and though I want to call, I can’t reach him anymore.
I miss you, Dad.
Many Drawings
Over the holidays and at various odd moments lately I have been drawing. Presented as a potpourri, here are some.
Giraffes and Rodin’s Thinker thinking, in oil pastel on colored paper
Wind-up Boy Riding Tricycle Toy, in oil pastel
Olive oil and vegetables, oil pastel
Clear Bottle, oil pastel
Making Money
The artist’s kid has taken it upon herself to add to the family finances. However, please don’t send the Secret Service around to investigate. We are not offering this anywhere as legal tender.
Think of it more as commentary. I notice that Grant is looking a little miffed on this Fifty. Could it be the scarcity of these things around the artist-household that’s got him in a huff? Maybe he’s feeling lonely.
The injustice of it ….
Better make me some real money
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