Tower Cam Kiss
Some stories are better told without words ...
Artist writes down what he said about his wordless short stories
On one of the first warm evenings this spring I was sitting outside the Bourgeois Pig when a friend asked me "Dave, so why do you stay in Lawrence?" Before I could redirect his question, out of nowhere a red fox came cruising down 9th street.
"Four Corners"
A short story...
Please Excuse Our Progress
Visitors from a hip and healthy town like Lawrence, may see a melancholic beauty in the exposed decay of a place like Greenville. I did. Walking around the foundations of what had been a shoe store or a pharmacy reminded me of visiting the ruins in Rome, but these weren't ancient ruins and they certainly were not a tourist attraction.
The 9th Street Pond
The third in a series about downtown vacant lots.
Vacant Lots - II : Par - King
The second in a series about downtown vacant lots.
Vacant Lots - I
The first in a new series about downtown vacant lots.
Fly Over
Be too...
Smoke Break
Another perspective...
Sunday Afternoon Along the Levee
Pining for spring...
The Grumbler
Who are the people in your neighborhood?
Surge and Withdrawal
In response to the President's new plan for Iraq, a -breaking news- comic from Blank Canvas.
Blank Canvas - The Comic Strip
Some stories are better told without words. So, for the next however long I can keep it up, I'll be posting short (usually wordless) picture stories here in place of paragraphs.
The New Recruit
Lawrence, City of the Arts, Harvard on the Kaw, bastion of hippie liberalism, spark to the Civil War, and basketball empire, is said to be a great place to raise a family, but hasn't yet caught on as a destination for retiring stars of the literary and art worlds.
S t e l l a s !
In the land where beer may have first been brewed thousands of years ago, finding a couple cold ones in southern Egypt had the clandestine feel of buying bathtub gin from a back room bootlegger.
It's Not Poisonous, I Promise
We continued, but after only a few more miles, something else was in the road. In the beam of the headlights, it looked like a snakeskin cowboy belt without the buckle or a just plain old snake. It was big enough to warrant a turnaround, especially with a biology teacher in the car.
Shots of Fate
I look at my horoscope in the newspaper sometimes, but not on good days. I wouldn't want to spoil a good day with a downer two - star comment. No, usually I take a peek, when things feel out of whack or I haven't slept, to hopefully confirm that it's the stars fault and not mine.
Trashmore
As much as the blooming of the first daffodils around town lifts my spirits, I wish it had wintered more. I don't feel that I've fully hibernated yet, and the bugs are bound to be hellacious due to the mildness. It's also been the first year, I can recall, that I haven't gone sledding even once.
<em>Wings of Desire</em> - The Art of William H. Howe
William's infatuation with butterflies began at an early age. As he tells it, the defining event of his childhood occurred when his father, who was an entomologist working for the USDA, brought home a cage full of caterpillars and left them on the dining room table.
Artists Who Pay the Bills
For years in art school, while I worked away in my studio, there was always a distant dark cloud on the horizon and pang of unease in my gut, brought on by a fear about my 'art future.' How the hell was I going to make a living once I finally got the third degree (MFA)?
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