Category: Paintings
“Blurtso gets into Van Gogh”
What do you know… absinthe improves your aim.
“Blurtso and Harlan rake the leaves”
Ready? said Blurtso. Ready, said Harlan.
“Blurtso tries his hoof at cubism”
“Pablo descending the stairs”
“Ditto continues to think about color”
What a relief, thought Ditto. I guess donkeys live forever.
“Ditto is concerned about color”
Hmm, thought Ditto. The leaves change color before they die. Red, brown, yellow, orange… brown and yellow? Pablo is brown and Bonny is yellow. I hope they don’t die! I wish they were grey like me.
“Blurtso has a dream”
“Blurtso is awash in anticipation”
Imagine all the pumpkins!
“Blurtso feels light as a feather”
“Blurtso sits under a tree”
I love the smell of wood in autumn, and the sound of dry leaves. This is a very nice log. I wonder which tree it came from? I suppose it was like any other tree, growing slowly, drinking minerals, seeking sun. I suppose birds built nests in its branches, and squirrels chased up and down. I suppose it was at the center of a universe of sights and sounds, never thinking it would fall, and be hollowed out. I guess the shell always outlasts the heart, and the forest is strewn with empty armor. And every living thing is immortal… until it dies.