In defense of putzing around...

“If work and leisure are soon to be subordinated to this one utopian principle -- absolute busyness -- then utopia and melancholy will come to coincide: an age without conflict will dawn, perpetually busy -- and without consciousness.” -Gunter Grass.

So much of my art comes from a place of rest, of lollygagging & of a love that doesn't need or take effort in any currency.

{ Fair-Weather } by Big Sway

There is no fair-weather love
In nature, no fair weather...
In love, there is nowhere fairer
Than your heart's desire of
And not for

Care or despair, rebel
No rebellion is inclusive
No rebellion is merely personal
Though so conducive to propel all points
Onward, to be continued, dot dot dot...

There are no fair-weather dreams
In plain English, no free lunch...
In love, there is nowhere fairer
Than a non-dominant unswayed declaration of self
And a non-hypocritical acceptance - inequitable wealth
Of the kit 'n' caboodle
Sent to subjugate us all

Rebellion is slavery dressed to the T

Grace is the closest we've come to heaven

Lost 'n Found

Second piece is lost to Burning Man. One of many pieces lost due to boneheadedness. Broke my heart, but gotta move on. Picture by David Gilman of me selling my Valentine's outside the Tea Room Cafe here in Petaluma.

Rayturn Of The Mack

I'm back a bit now. New pieces coming soon. As for now, golden oldies...