The Herron’s Apron
We put something on and we find ourselves as we’ve not ever been. This may be true of everything–another thing that binds us •
Stance Dance
One places oneself in a position that readies the body for entanglement •
Commuter
From a distance the thing looks to be on its way. Everything is viewed from a distance. Everything is on its way •
Wiggle Room
So often we’re unaware of another being watching us. It could be that everything is keeping tabs on everything all the the time. Privacy be damned •
Junkclear
This took a few hours to create, which by today’s get-quick-fast pace isn’t too spectacular. Still, I’ll take it •
From One to Another
2014 (initial conception) 2018 (revisited) – A funny little drawing that went through a few different stages. Here it is in its final (for now) stage; very different from its initial conception •
Metrait all Fleshed Out
cir. 2007 – The original sketch / the original sketch fleshed out / the fleshed out sketch modified digitally / the digitally modified fleshed out sketch fleshed out digitally •
Neighbies
The neighbors often made too much noise. Nearly every night the neighbors were too noisy. Why can’t they pipe down, he wondered. I can’t sleep. It’s late. What can I do? There wasn’t much he could do because the noise was within an acceptable range–legally, anyway. After many years of noise, he decided to take action. The following afternoon he went over to the neighbor’s house and knocked on the door. Right away a baby started crying. A moment later the father opened the door, not looking too happy. I just got her to sleep, and now–he gestured to the noise. I’m sorry, I didn’t know. You didn’t see the sign? He pointed to a sign displayed prominently on the door–baby sleeping, please come back later. Oh, I didn’t see it. Again, my apologies. He waived it off. Water under the bridge. So what can I do for you? Oh, yes, I just wanted to ask you to keep the noise down at night. I can’t sleep due to all the racket. Oh, ok, no problem •
Momentous Cessation
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What do you see? It’s not real. It never was, and, uh, it never will be. All you have to do is understand that nothing stays the same. It doesn’t. This moment right here—it’s gone. Where did it go? Doesn’t matter—it was. Where does it go? Doesn’t go anywhere—it just ceases to be •
Tokyo Solo 1
(Update: The show was a success for me–many people attended and I sold five pieces. The following was the original message and invite… )
My first solo gallery show is coming up in a few weeks. The opening party will be on Saturday, May 5, starting at 6:30. I will be there all week until the following Saturday, the 12th, for the closing party. All nineteen pieces are new (a few are only relatively new) ballpoint pen drawings. I made the frames as well, which took nearly as long to assemble as creating the art. This is going to be fun; looking forward to it! •
In Remembrance of a Memory
We were in a cubby of a town in an elevator on September 22, 2009. I was flattened against the wall, and she found that hilarious. I might have screamed during her hilarity fest, but it is not important now. All that is important at this point is getting this thing posted •
What Does [it] Represent
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A pencil drawing in progress. I point out what I worked on the other day. It was a good session, but as of now I still don’t know where this will lead. Not important, though •
Tat of Reciprocity
This quick ballpoint pen sketch I sent to my new friend, Mark Reep. Check out his wonderful artwork on his site here — markreep.net — I’m sure you’ll agree his drawings are amazing •