Saturday, April 16, 2022

Dare To Dot (Quintillism, yo)

 HEY FRIENDS,


Have an iceberg.


It is the last in my experimental installment of ice portraits.


What I’ve learned is, it is hard for me to tone down my tendency


to enliven the page with color, to saturate


the world with dots densely…. to create these sublime, borealis-type


colors w/out spoiling the white space…  that was indeed the challenge…


and I didn’t seem to meet it 100 per%cent,


but I am better informed than I was before… so i am pleased anyway.


Hi. There. Friends. I know I promised — at New Year’s star-like apex —


that I would post at least one blog-per-month for your feasting, drooling


eyes,


but, , , , , l ,   I…. I…may not be able to deliver on that. I’ll try still. But


but but but but


you know…  I may have to take a mental health month once in awhile,


such as May 2022. When I return, it will be with dots of my


quintuplet family, whose last name I’ve decided is Khan-Dare (yes,


a hyphenate) and upon seeing it typed, looks so much like Kardashian, 


it makes me sad


on a sadderday…no less)





Okay…what else is new? Spring here in the Middle-West United-States


is progressing as mother nature intended…with little white blossoms


giving way to green stumps, which twist into


real leaves as if branches are the original 3D printer we all wish we owned…


W/ bull dozers razing the public library & instead of an ice skating rink


constructing a tacky apartment so unlike a toy village it makes me 


insane the day before Easter…


no bunnies in the yard yet, but BUT… BIRDS in the laundry hose!!!


BIRDS, clogging our dryer with twiglets & egglets & wing tips & goo


We cleaned their kindling kindly & no one died, though someone


may have been orphaned…I don’t know yet…


I hope the resurrection brings you shade & by that


I do not mean


the snidery of frenemies, but the cool relief 


of the pill after days on the cross (made by Stryker), by the 


spritz of consciousness when you faint on the 


eroticon dance floor, & no one bids on your body


at auction…  I will come out as an autoandrophile


when the rabbit leaves…


iceberg lettuce…


pray.

1 comment:

  1. I dig your iceberg lettuce...pray drawing its stone cold beautiful! And just in time for Easter. This high holly time though prompted by the current flavor it really is the juiciest of holly times as it is the time of rebirth and spiritual awakening. Ishtar or Easter makes no never mind as the ages turn so do our names for things, but what is true is that the light or Spring invigorates the mind and soul. I find you Ice Dots a breath of fresh artistic air and breath raiser now that they exist.

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