Wordless

when a friendship

grows deeper

and the desire for sharing

each and every moment

lasts

behind the level of acquaintance

the need to touch

grows stronger

tastefully (if allowed) space

to hold (carefully) emotions

silently

when words are not enough

. . . because

. . . words are never enough . . .

12/73

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ocean walk

the cold wind blew uncut as ocean waves kicked stone gray jetties large gaping cracks between the rocks long suggestive pauses in our dialogue steps away a homasote haunted castle beyond a secret mist two blocks in the distance a single block between what we said and what pooled below the surface moist light beach sand crisp night air a buoy on the horizon this is your turf your haunting ground the smells salt sweet gulls and mussels and popcorn blended inseparable from that late summer visit our individual yet tethered travels returning each of us again to us in our own ocean so deep we may not swim beyond the mystery of the tingling unhinging phrases unstrung broken guitar strings a chipped boardwalk recollection stunning afternoon thru evening tones incidental sublimations consequential quirks of fate probing endless questions colored by scattered sighs barely audible experience unsaid unconsummated ties that clouds cover us and the moon that night one of our full moons stalking us ...

Deep Thinker Thinking

Deep Thinker Thinking, drawing by douglas Brent smith, December 2001, from Journal #35, Mission Control, Volume Two, 2001 - 2002. Drawing helps me think. Thinking, sometimes, draws me to draw. It amazes me how few adults draw at all. Somewhere along the line in childhood they just stopped. We should all draw more and more often. Pencil, pen, crayon, whatever you've got. Instead of scrolling tonight, spend that time drawing a picture. Instead of wasting your time and feeling bad about it you've have a picture you can feel good about. It doesn't have to be great, it just has to be yours.

collage: Save The Invention, Burn The Formula

Say What You Feel

Say What You Feel -- mixed media by douglas brent smith

Summer Rites

Summer Rites - sketch by douglas brent smith, 1979

Man with Three Hands

Man with Three Hands - mixed media collage by Douglas Brent Smith, 1998, from Journal #33, Life In Progress

Secret Powers

Secret Powers - collage by douglas brent smith, 1979

No Brain No Anxiety

We didn't have a garage, our neighbors, the Amy's did. Reverend Amy and his family lived next door. That is me sitting on the Chevy, wearing a Davy Crocket hat. I was a big Davy Crocket fan and had the theme song on a yellow 45 rpm record, which of course I sang to vigorously. What's your earliest memory from childhood? No Brain No Anxiety -- collage by Douglas Brent Smith, 1998, from Journal #33, Life In Progress

that childhood past

that childhood past doesn't end just because you get bigger you keep a little little version of yourself right there just under your skin (still so sensitive still so fragile) so that you either nurture your own little little. version of yourself or it smacks you when you least expect it. (over and over again) 14 November 1996

spoon stay

Everything we find or stumble on is a new experiment. Take notes. spoon stay - collage by Douglas Brent Smith - 1996

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