Category: Paintings
“Blurtso feeds the fish” (I)
Feeding the fish? said Pablo. Yes, said Blurtso, from the edge of the river, there must have been a dozen people doing it. You mean “fishing,” said Pablo. Fishing? said Blurtso. Yes, said Pablo, they have a hook on the end of their line which they bait with something tasty, and they try to get the fish to bite it. The hook? said Blurtso. Yes, said Pablo, so it will push through the lip of the fish and they can pull it to shore. That’s not very nice, said Blurtso. What if you did it without a hook? Without a hook? said Pablo. Yes, said Blurtso, just put some food on the line and throw it in the stream so the fish can eat. Well, said Pablo, you wouldn’t catch anything, but you’d probably make a lot of friends.
“Blurtso loves the river”
It’s beautiful to love something…
that can never love you back.
“Blurtso takes his turn”
Someone told me there was an orchard here,
that became a field of grain,
that became a forest of pitch-pines.
I wonder what donkeys become?
“Blurtso goes to Hollywood” (XXI)
Hey… is that Mark Twain?
“Blurtso goes to Hollywood” (XIX)
Look at that… a shrubbery… growing all alone.
Growing all alone… remarkable.
“Blurtso goes to Hollywood” (XV)
Mmmm… I love the smell of hay in the rain.
“Blurtso goes to Hollywood” (XIII)
It’s a long way home, I’d better get started..
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I’ll bet a donkey invented the wheel…
“Weohryant University” (XXXVI)
What are you going to do? said Morton.
Me? said Chelsea. I’ve got a million things to do.
“Blurtso becomes autopoietic”
Some episodes, thought Blurtso, just draw themselves.