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Feast or Fedora?

Feast or Fedora?

Feast or Fedora? collage by douglas brent smith.          

             

NOTES:          

Not sure that this is finished. Maybe it needs color. Maybe some more drawing. For now, it is a collage with much more text than usual. It's of a time so long ago for me now that I think I'll just let it be. It's a page from a journal with a bit of beat sensibility baked in. Or burnt. 

Here, at least. You never can tell when that will change...


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Note to Self 20230423

If you keep working your craft you will be amazed at how much you've learned and how much more there is yet to learn. -- doug smith  

Sketch in June

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The Country Table Museum

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Poem: who we are

who we really are is a frustrating secret locked in chambers dark. filled with echoes repeating what we've been told, taught, and sold clicking away - vibrating in a pulse of rainfall that we do not feel. Sopping, sobbing, wet. who we really are eludes us every corner ghostlike, shadow shrouded wispy drawn sketched on page prepared but torn, tearful, and faded dropping away - ringing in tones of tools we can not carry. We touch nothing uninvited, withheld. who we are is right there in front of us. don't you see it? (c) 2017 douglas brent smith

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That Time the House Burned Down

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Machine Work

  Machine Work - collage by douglas brent smith, 1980-81 Note: As a part-time security guard, I sometimes would read books to pass the time. One night my job required me to guard and observe a location from my car -- a black 1966 Volkswagen beetle. It was night, so I brought a kerosene lantern to read by. It was almost like camping out, as long as I kept watch on the construction site and reported anything out of the unusual. Nothing was out of the unusual. That has nothing to do with this collage, except for the one line on John Updike. Run, Rabbit, Run.

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"Balancing Topper" by Douglas Brent Smith, 1976