
After dinner, Frances and Julian drew with me tonight while we listened to the Academy Awards show.
from my perspective
by John Black
After dinner, Frances and Julian drew with me tonight while we listened to the Academy Awards show.
by John Black
The bird with the twisted neck can see around you. It can see where you were and where you are going.
by John Black
by John Black
by John Black
What art can we make from despair, anonymity, failure, poverty, disease, deterioration, subjugation, folly, rejection? What if our feelings are of regret, bitterness, confusion, envy, fear, cowardice? Where is the quixotic pixie dust, the creative alchemy that can transform this mess into art?