Ganymeade. Jupiter

Europa. Jupiter
NASA / JPL / Cassini / Stryk

Finished up 20 this week - just over half of Saturn's moons and went to gather Jupiter gulping at the number 68... my right arm and shoulder are getting used to the labor again. Drawing is like running, you have to build up the muscles and the memory before any kind of consistent mark-marking begins to happen. You may snarf (or perhaps not) at prideful skill. At this rate, should be done right on time to move for school in July. This is a goal. set. match.
I work best in competition with myself.
Happy to have started over
(after completing about 60 of the panels last year-with unsatisfactory finishes and careless scratches). attempt.failure.skill.attempt.failure.skill.attempt.failure.skill. Happy to have the time to finish up this series before hitting the books again.
Its Spring and the doldrums have lifted!
Rah Rah Rah Rally

Love, love, love this image.  The monolith.

Prometheus. Saturn

I'm working on the moons again. 

Here are my reference images for today.

Atlas. Saturn

Hyperion. Saturn

...I would have traded

places with anyone raised on love,

but how would anyone raised on love

bear this death?

-Sharon Olds, from "Wonder"

I have written letters that were failures, but I have written few, I think, that are lies.  Trying to reach a person means asking the same question over and over again: Is this the truth, or not?  I begin this letter to you, then, in the Western tradition.  If I understand it, the Western tradition is: Put your cards on the table.

This is easier, I think, when your life has been tipped over and poured out.  Things matter less; there is the joy of being less polite, and of being more - not more - careful.  We can say everything.

Although maybe not.  Like in fishing?  The lighter the line, the easier it is to get your lure down deep.  Having delivered myself of the manly analogy, I see it to be not a failure, but a lie.  How can I possibly put an end to this when it feels so good to pull sounds out of my body and show them to you.

-Amy Hemple, Tumble Home, from the Collected Stories, pg. 233

Jason Salavon
early use of many multiple similar found images overlaid
in nod to our proliferating visual environment.

Every Playboy Centerfold, 1960's

Every Playboy Centerfold, 1970's

Every Playboy Centerfold, 1980's

Every Playboy Centerfold, 1990's

I've just found Jonathan Harris.

Jonathan Harris. Cowbird

"Public Library of human experience."

"Mercenaries point to the irregular use of power." -Leon Golub

Stuff from my Twitter:

I am a gentleman's son, and deserve the big gravy boat (retweeted)

I never smile because my skeleton is private (retweeted)

Its one of those too weird, too mean, just too much to be loved days.

Slicing a mango has everything to do with knowing the shape of the seed inside.

hard water hair hell

reminding you to bath this week, its important if you want more hugs (retweeted)

I'm the little old lady of the zodiac.

Nothing is more suspicious than the orphan #lyotard #postmodernfables

The word flimflam in a sentence.

Lascivious artist home with fond Keith Haring drawings of the children next to beautiful pointillist bondage drawings.

Damn Boy (its a desire thing)

Poets don't write criticism anymore, that was a 60's thing (retweeted)

Barstow is a shithole #lowwhistle

El Cosmico sends hellos

with comical foliage and

eyes as a gash in the sky

The sun or now

the gnashing Milky Way

the sky is bigger than I remember

Oh, you casual panopticon, you.

Notes of a traveling spinster aunt

the moon smiles quietly

everything can wait to wax

let's watch, no rush

That moon time-lapsed 

scrambles legs and eclipses

the ruddy suns winking 

#sex #sex

smell babyshit

tweet ladypoems

I constantly have to stop myself from making menstrual blood painting jokes.

Sun, Sun, timid sun

rosy sore throat daggered
willow leaves little children 

run on morning mind to Texas

My feelings sink like standing on fishes #cytwombly

Thank you for responding.

Always buy a real-space atlas. 

I am enjoying Patricia Satterlee's paintings on a very cold and rainy day on the ranch.

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