Winter Wrapup
I went a little out of order on my posts. I must have been anxious to jump to the new year. Here’s some final highlights for the end of 2022: On to 2023! –Simon
Memories 01
It had snowed. Enough to cover the grass. It never snowed that much in Lubbock. I was privy to the scene first, as for reasons that still escape me, thawing the family rabbits’ water bottles in the pre-dawn days of winter was my job alone. And in order to be ready for school on time, …
Garbage Pile 2
I have another garbage pile of posts, on account of me being lazy and not posting over the holiday. So here we go: –Simon
Forced Childhood
Every artist has their medium. Snow is not my daughter’s. My theory (based on the current state of her basement art studio), is that snow is too monochrome (#FFFFFF is sooo pedestrian). Yet this irritates me, probably due to my own childhood memories. Texas didn’t offer much in the way of snow, and as our …
Americana
Being American presents an odd dichotomy. On one side of the coin we’re American, but on the other we’re descendants of another culture. The latter is almost inevitable to most, considering the relative youth of the American nation itself. I’m all about hotdogs and burgers and the 4th of July, but damn do I enjoy …