Aromas, etc.
Hi how’s the weather! Believe it or not, I have a website, and I’ve updated it with several popularly-priced original artworks on paper. The artworks fall somewhere between sketches and fully-realized paintings, hence the lower prices, not that it matters because actually I think they’re sweet and sparky, and I don’t mean to sound sinful, but actually I’m proud of them! Should you find yourself intrigued or interested, here’s the link:
avian artistries, right this way ------>
but also
I dreamed that every skunk was named Romeo, and all these funky little Romeos would spend their leisure time in flower gardens, dreaming and scheming, winking and stinking. And what about the dreamlife of all these lovesick waddlers? Well, they dream of eternal redness — Rothko reds, crazy reds, heart reds, you name it
Speaking of the family of reds, my friend Beak the other day announced “A funny bird is on our roof” and so I scampered up into the attic and when my rods and cones tuned into this young tanager, I felt like I was either drunk or dreaming
This kind of serendipitous avian espial could really steam my cabbage, as the saying goes, and I was reminded of my only other time with nearby tanagers, when I found them in the forest seven years ago and had a little fun with focus
and
and also this Parula in the sweetlight
and finally this troubling tenderness
but most importantly
I dreamed you couldn’t buy deodorant over the counter anymore, and everyone who wanted some was required to have lunch with an incorruptible physician so as to plead their case.
I was sitting at a tiny table with a woman in a labcoat with a stethoscope around her neck, and both of us were wearing birdmasks and I told her:
“Listen Stephanie, I need your help.”
“You’ve been stinking,” said the Doctor.
I answered: “Yes exactly, Stephanie, it’s very very bad.”
The Doctor said: “May I examine you?”
“If you absolutely need to,” I said.
Moments later I was in my childhood bedroom eating Rolos in the closet and later I was bouncing in a zodiac surrounded by exotic winterducks, and eventually I was back with Stephanie at our tiny table and trying desperately to keep a pokerface when she produced a pad and pencil from her labcoat.
