The elements of perfect prayer appeared against a red brick wall as the Via Rail train raced out of central station, Montreal, destination Toronto, Oakville and so on. At cruising speed, shapes and lines appeared, often in high contrast out the window, like frames in an old film projector.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Broccoli in Plastic
Walk from fresh morning breeze after pounding the pavement, open the apartment door, surrender to a gust of musty damp warm air, cough a few times and then locate the source of the smell: a forgotten plastic bag of broccoli.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
not a vegetarian
Today I went the whole hog and performed a culinary experiment in non-vegetarian cuisine, after twenty-five years of ... ______ (fill in the blank). Not only did I walk to the supermarket in the strip mall and purchase two pieces of pork for two dollars, I took it home and ate it. I've eaten raw seal liver, raw caribou heart, beluga whale, fish in various states of death and decay, but to bite into the lowly pink pig was something I hadn't done in years.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Creative Process
Here's a panel from a comic book in process, I won't give away details, except to say that I'm rushing to get it done soon. It's the first comic book I've done for print, so it won't be technically perfect. But, that's part of the process, learning curves every step of the way.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Apocalyptic Heat
Apocalyptic Heat, a struggle between what people do to nature and what nature does back to people. Dump oil in the water, forcing hot damp air north, creating extreme heat and monsoon rain where such weather never happened before. Cities pounded by rain, dangerous, record-breaking temperatures, high winds, I remember the days when people denied global warming and argued that such a term was coined by a handful of fanatical ex-hippies to describe how nature sometimes goes through unusual weather cycles. Now global warming is a household word.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Hot Heat
Remember, it's not always the pretty picture that counts. Not even the lowly selling/buying pawn shop, gold-silver, beanie babies in any form escapes the control God spreads over the zone. The thing about the present heat wave, as I was saying to Joe over lunch, this heat is a hot heat, the direct opposite of moist or dry cold. Only a saddu would wander bare chested, no sunscreen, head exposed to the sun in an Oceanside Job Lot parking lot, or down the streets of a ville run by the mart.
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