Facebook asks, “What’s on your mind?” An inane query meant to incentivize us to keep posting as if we need reminding that our brains function with thoughts…
This morning I answered “What’s on my mind?” with this- Flying Squirrels
The beauty of swirling dying color against the relentless blue of earth makes furry little animals magical
I created this flying squirrel with Tombow watercolor markers (quite wonderful) and a touch of Prisma pencil (buttery color pencils) for details. The photo background was added using the Canva program (the poor artist’s Adobe)
Long ago, I began what I affectionately titled my ‘kitchen-sinking file’ an ever-growing repository to hold my murdered darlings — the words I couldn’t jettison into the infinite, all-powerful, sometimes destructive, and often just downright crappy void of invisible voices
For this first short reconstructed piece, I wanted an environmental theme — Though the merged thoughts are depressing, this was an enjoyable exercise to do. I hope to create a few more of these pieces in the future.
Reconstruction 1:
NATURE VS US we seem to be fighting against her only one of us can emerge victorious
I. while we busy ourselves engraving our legacies into granite the concrete angel arms waiting for our bones fade away beneath the ebb and flow of our disbelief
II. DELETED as we delete the things we detest
III. beyond the horizon, where the hot lands submerge he rolls his great mane to rest upon the blackened grass south of the Sahara      the great space around him vanishing as he sleeps
IV. slipping and whipping down the burning slide saddled to a cement slab in sun dried: Any Town, Earth County ZipZapped000
V. obfuscators of earth’s guardianship whose clasped hands grip limitless wealth      (go ahead, toss those deposit boxes and time capsules into the rising sea)
…and they tossed their wishing well coins
VI. sometimes our beasts go silent sometimes our beasts escape most often they starve to death despite their accumulated knowledge
VII. long ago, a pregnant virgin cradled my childhood faith
VIII. I must remember skating on Papa’s ice pond, and I must always pray for spring
——————————————————————————————- captured footnote: X——-X entry: byte.non–f (fire drive destroyed 2025/alt recovery file cap 219) 5Z 7K 24X: date doc// October of the 6th route//2030 ——- archive:context txtvolume79033cvx130..:///Rational science had been crushed beneath the Mad Believers (4fT99)//and those by their side squatted on the world… during this period, fear and hate thrived and love un-lived Entry200060002324//eventually The Mad Belief (ipsumibidMXCII1112) was forgotten ///recollected during nature’s self-purge/mankind no longer present… ———- end entry…datapoint…X recording 54567 —–someone screaming on the floating island collect years, savaged roots, where are you all???end transmis /’’’tend the children well/’’’’’ they begged, sow seeds, plant saplings you there – apologize for unsalvageable soil. unusable water earth’s clock solar-powered no backup no backward angels’ concrete dissolved
Hi there, How I wish there was more love flooding the world rather than tidal waves. Nonetheless, I’ve anchored the drywall in warm hues. (Blue DragonUmp latex satin too depressing) Here’s a brush of autumn color for your chilled porch.
artwork created a few years back, updated recently (snake & squirrel created with Prisma & watercolor marker, snake background created with Canva/fun program:))