Pedals are a metaphor for this thing that’s on my mind lately. I’ve always been a grateful sort, as a result I probably take more pleasure in simple niceties. Pedals on the bicycle are your connection to propel the machine. In a car, they control more. Work them right, and very good things happen, but...
I take art seriously. But sometimes you must document the unusual. In college, my roomie posed for posterity. I was there. Now he takes smaller bites, has less hair, and I’m not sure about the teeth. Note that I signed the work, “Hiram Elroy”, a name I acquired one foggy night after a basket ball...
They look innocent. Maybe they are. Either way, their capability to pick up mental energies is no longer in doubt. I mean the kind of energies that even some people respond to, like the person who suddenly looks up and trains their eyes on you when you’ve glanced their direction. It’s as if they could...
Real diversity is not in form and color, but in personality and outlook and capability of individuals. I’ve been thinking of how differently we each come into our own selves. Many paths.
Every time I see one of the old sketches it brings back those times, like when I pulled to do this one on the way to a dear friend’s house. But today I see that sites I once sketched are views of places that touched others. Sometimes still do. I posted this on a social...
