There are so many things in this life which can't be explained. I suppose that's why some turn to 'Faith', others to Science and many more to whatever it takes to keep from trying to understand the whys and hows and whats that happens to us during this incredibly short life time. I understand the turning to religion, to 'Faith', because the very fact we live and die terrifies us...What comes next is known only to those who have already gone on and they simply aren't talking. Not in any kind of sense, anyway. I've seen people who have died years earlier, not in the darkness of night or in some creaky old stereotypical building, but in day light. Some one standing next to me doesn't see them, doesn't hear them, and I learned a long time ago to keep most of those moments to myself because, unless you're headlining your own television show, people think you're crazy. And crazy isn't a bad place to be. Recently I've been looking ba...

Because I never know what FB will or won't find acceptable here are the cells from 'The Kiss'  I didn't get the animation job but I did get work from this assignment...But I did remember where the grabs came from.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=94RgnX9rlNY It's still hypnotic.  

2018 was a difficult year to handle...A lot of deaths, more gray in the hair (On the plus side, still have hair) and the eyesight isn't what it use to be. I'm not complaining, well, sort of not complaining. I mean, c'mon, I've been able to live my dream since childhood, seen a few places, won some awards, had my art in galleries and I'm still drawing so no real complaints. More like...Observations. Every time I became stuck in the 'Wilderness' of art, that place all creative people go when they've hit a barrier and can't seem to fight their way through without the outside aid of drugs and drink and by the time we do, we pretty much don't care. Sober up and try again...It's when we let go of our inner censors, those things our parents and society taught us were real while they fed us on the fantasies of what a perfect family, and children, were like via really bad, ultra conservative television shows. Only when we kick down that last barri...

It's been said we die twice in this world. The first time when we're buried and the second when your name is no longer mentioned. We all hope to be remembered, I think...Or more appropriate we want to be remembered in a good way. Sometimes that's just not going to happen no matter how you try to live the last part of your life the first two thirds have probably already been chiseled in stone. When I was young I was diagnosed at Barrows Neurological Center with a problem with a part of my brain and was said it seems to manifest itself as something called 'Position Vertigo', the inability to make sudden movements without suffering a balance problem. It wasn't until the military had a hold of me and as I lay recovering from a wound they ended up giving me a psych evaluation which just seemed to go on forever. They graphed off my bald skull into squares and stuck needles into my brain (Ouch) and they discovered I had an abnormality in the prefrontal load whic...

I've been dealing with a lot of things lately.  I'll get to that in a bit. When I was young, early teens kind of young, I never saw myself making it to old age, frail and embracing what memories I had left in that thing I call a brain. Like most people that age the term 'Old' probably meant anyone forty or over, alone, a regular customer to the liquor department and watching endless hours of television waiting for death to embrace this crazy life and then...Well, that's always been the question. What then?  There are no lack of 'Reality' television where people go in search of 'Ghosts' and get all excited when they see a shadow moving, a chair rocking, little things that get the viewers all worked up hoping for that piece of evidence that proves we don't end when our hearts stop and knowing we aren't going to get it. Some people find solace in religion, old words written by long dead men whose initial intent was to keep the populace u...

The following illustrations are from a story titled 'Women in Love by Julie Aramos'.  There are more from this story...Lots more. I'll probably post them on this site if FB doesn't got all self righteous and makes me take this down. later

In Douglas Adams' book/movie 'The Hitchhikers Guide to the Universe' a race of mentally superior beings create a super computer to give them the answer to the meaning of life...Of course it's the number '42'.  It's as good as anything else, I suppose. The advantage of actually living to an older age (And there aren't many) is you can look back at your life and it somehow makes sense...Sometimes it's all nonsense...But you can look at all the threads, decisions, journey's, heartaches and fears that led you to a place you never really believed you'd experience. Seriously, back in high school our math teacher had us figure out what our ages would be when we entered into the year 2000 and, firstly...Old! Secondly, I don't think anyone who knew/knows me would have believed I'd make it that far. I was on a path of self destruction though, as hard as I tried, I never really mastered.  I got to this point and look at all the goals I...