When I was a young lad, one of my dreams was to drive a dump truck for a living and be a standup comedian. Another was to be short and dark, and live somewhere south of the U.S.-Mexico Border.
Now, 300 years later, and my dreams still unrealized, I can not escape the need, (that has continued over bits and pieces of those years) to put marks on paper, canvas or wood. Marks inspired by the generous supply of mother natures' vibrating energy dancing on the nerve endings of my usable grey matter. Marks created with as simple a tool, as, a graphite pencil and developed into images that are, for the most part, connected to my immediate surroundings.
Images for you to ponder.