The bald man is jumping like a little dog, or the little dog is jumping like a bald man.

Things are looking up… or rising from the dirt… or something

Colin Stetson at LPR and general running around.

Things go round and round…

Spain went to New York.

I had wanted the animation I’m working on to go to the dark space of NYC in the sixties that my dad sort of played with in the seventies out of Paul Klee I think… mixed with the rising minimalism and Joseph Albers, however the nice thing about a consecutively drawn animation is that other things happen in the chess game of self against time and space. Spain showed up with it’s arenas of Roman smiles. Plans foiled. Blood spilled. Moving on.

Cold and faceless

Time rocks on.