afterthought
He sits at a table fumbling for an inspiration, slugging, not sipping mind you, on that imported beer that cost him four nineteen a half dozen. You know the beer, it's in the green bottles and... More »
He sits at a table fumbling for an inspiration, slugging, not sipping mind you, on that imported beer that cost him four nineteen a half dozen. You know the beer, it's in the green bottles and... More »
I used to say once a work of art is complete, it's up for grabs. Now I think, how can that be true. The time it takes to transfer from the mind to the canvas... More »
It was raining. He left his busy office, down the stairs and over a puddle. A few quick steps and soon the garage. His car, the sanctuary. But this day, his eyes caught a worm in a... More »