Animal Crackers
Who among us does not love animal crackers? Probably quite a few people, but today I am in possession of the knowledge that I don’t care about what anyone says or thinks at all. Sometimes that is not so clear to me. I wonder why. Am I confusing you, reader? Or do you think that it is all a question of contrasts, as I do also, so that we would not know we were aware of things if we were not sometimes unaware? Dear God, just get on with the drawings! Okay.
Done with india ink and a dip pen.
The next two also have watercolor.
Back to things I care about that are probably irrelevant to everyone else, I like rivers. Rivers are my friends. When I was in high school, sometimes I would take a stress day and go down to the Potomac and climb a tree and look out at the river. I used to do that when I was in graduate school down there too. The Potomac has that lazy brown Southern look to it, and is of course very dangerous because of its currents, and also tick-infested. To get down to the bank you have to go through a lot of prickly underbrush, which I remember as being hot, brown and grassy, and having that beautiful hot brown grassy aroma rising up and an orchestra of crickets and cicadas. It’s pleasant, reader.
Today I visited the Hudson river, which is huge and placid, especially this noon when there was no boat traffic. I don’t know why there was no boat traffic, but I didn’t see a single ferry. It is a snowy and sunny day today and nobody was around in the park where I habitually sit and visit my friend. My friend the river I mean. Then it was time to come home and halfway back here I started getting the feeling that I had to hear “Orange Blossom Special” RIGHT NOW. You know what I mean, don’t you? That’s not a double entendre. Or maybe it is for you. Anyway, in parting let me just say that I prefer Johnny Cash when he was being a terrible badass to when he was being religious in a standardized way–for me his terrible badassness is real religion. Adieu, reader.