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2021 0619 icad19

I drew a face trying to think of no one in particular. To me he looked like the illegitimate son of Salvador Dali and Adam Driver. And he seemed to be looking intently at something right in front of his face. So a waspish creature came to be, singing a lyriuc corrupted from “Summertime.” So my surreal actor corrupterd the word “Awesome.”

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I had lightning on my card, but nothing else. drew a house to give it context. More townstuff wanted to get in there. And then like a bolt from the blue came the realization that Mother Nature was playing a part.

Personifying Her was a challenge. She needed to be no particular race, and yet all races. I gave Her angel-like garb and a slight suggestion of dreadlocks. Her breasts swelled with the milk of human kindness, yet she wore a stern expression with a touch of sorrow, knowing Her lightning was necessary for life, yet caused death.

Lightning IS necessary for life. I went into detail on the Nitrogen Cycle that lightning makes possible, on a blog post long, long ago–early 2013 if my memory serves. But a lightning bolt can destroy a tree, start a fire, electromagnetic-pulse a man. My friend Doug was unalterably changed after lightning struck him, but thank Goodness his champion’s spirit and gentle good humor survived the strike.

She Looses Fit, Full Lightning

When Mother Nature comes to call
Ball Lightning in Her hand
The En-Two’s fixed and then is all
So f e r t i l e in the land.

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Friends, my eyesight is worsening. After doing these Iresolved to get my eyes checked and get a new prescription. If surgery is indicated I will probably get it. –So I’m afraid “Feast your eyes” is not the right thing to say right now. Perhaps it would be better to take a tip from the bald man’s face and “read between the lines.”

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I have a new electric eraser and here and elsewhere I am having fun with it. It is easier to draw with than then other erasers in my arsenal, though I haven’t reached sufficient proficiency to do all the things I want to do with it, even when I sharpen the end to a point. Time will take care of that.

As with many of my cards this year, here I’m using the back end of one of my little sketchbooks for dark-backgrounding of the card. I like including the holes the metal binding-wire went through. They remind me of old process-photography film, and of the sprockets that convey the sound in film movies. In both cases there is the sense of being a part of a continuum, most of which the viewer cannot see.

Another thing I want to share is that I’ve more and more gotten the sense that my finished pieces are too sketchy, and my sketches are too finished-piecey. But for most of my work the conveyed concept does the heavy lifting, no matter the sketchiness, so it’s all good. I’m also preparing for my future dementia: I may, and dreadfully soon (to me even thirty years is “soon”), not have very good or very many ideas. When I see that obviously happening, I intend to do remakes of my “greatest hits,” more finished and polished versions of my older work. I will be collaborating with my younger self. And I’ll be using state-of-the-art equipment to assist my effort. So I hope to be able to make a contribution to the visual arts right up to what my lifelong friend Tom Sing calls “stepping up to the turnstile.” Thinking about that helps quell my mild panic about my life’s endgame.