“Art can be done by anyone doing almost anything if it is done well and with passion.” —THE IMAGINIST One of the single greatest artistic influences in my young life was a short order cook. His name was Russell Espinosa. I was a 15 year-old dishwasher,...
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My Grandpa was my first hero. He took me for walks on the steamy brick streets of Illinois just after a rain. He built me a wagon and a cart, (he could build or fix anything) and he allowed me into the mysterious world of...
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A somewhat rare parasite in our culture today; it burrows beneath the skin and seeks out the brain causing fever and chills when the victim is not reading or in the presence or possession of books. My mother was one of these— a Book Worm. (Oddly, the same...
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A horny toad lizard wearing A waistcoat and leather-soled shoes, Shook his cane at the moon, Apparently singing his blues: I’m tired, he shouted, of these clothes and hard shoes, And all of the blathering nonsense that I hear in the news. I’m done with...
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MIDNIGHT. A mouseblink at midnight then gone. The vapor of its breath rises, disperses, and vanishes. Midnight. But time and the river wait for no one and the flow is constant. Tick, tock, whoosh. Tick, tock, whoosh. At once I am old. I don’t know...
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As an imaginative artist, I’m often asked how “It” works. How I get my ideas. Where “It” comes from. The source for most fantasy or imaginative work is usually based in some sort of realistic subject matter: exaggerated and then transformed. (For example: a Gryphon...
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