Thursday, August 13, 2009

Further Down the Rabbit Hole

This is a brief memoir about early art's education/influences:

Time has no meaning.

Eventually I make my way slowly down the two dark flights of stairs.

I turn to the left at the bottom moving into the silent kitchen.

I ease down onto the long wooden bench at the kitchen/picnic table.

My eye is drawn upward.

Huge wet black letters fill the ceiling space. The three have left their calling card: Circus, Bouncer, Chains.

This quick sketch done using Sumo.
This memoir chapter that started with the June 8 post will conclude on August 21.


  1. Working at the library you know all too well that sometimes stories do that...break the heart and break us open.

    And at least you know how well this story turns out.


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