May 25, 2021
My Father, the Slingshot Master
For my father, the slingshot seems to offer a moment of creative flight, a brief escape. It isn’t the solution, but it keeps everything balanced.
For my father, the slingshot seems to offer a moment of creative flight, a brief escape. It isn’t the solution, but it keeps everything balanced.
All the buildings I walked by each day and thought nothing about now seemed like they contained the answers to questions it hadn’t occurred to me to ask.
Sea sponges lack heart, lungs, and the ability to move. They perform their ancient tasks because they must.
Most time capsules are enclosed underground, but this one faces the world.
The end is always near. How do we challenge finality in our daily lives and in our art?
Zebras and tigers, candy canes and barber poles, bumblebees on awnings!
