douglas brent smith

  Worldly Contemplations -- collage by douglas brent smith, 1996

 Calm for Now -- sketch by douglas brent smith, from Journal #31 Collaborating In Three Spheres, 1996. Notes: It's only a random sketch in the middle of some random ramblings in my journal at a time my family was having a rough time. The ability to draw is quite calming, whether or not the drawing has any merit. It's a three-panel cartoon without any joke, or message, or meaning. Or, is it? -- doug smith

  Wait Until The Grass Grows #1 Wait Until The Grass Grows #2 Sketch by douglas brent smith, from Journal #31, Collaborating In Three Spheres, 1996

  Arranged Powerflex -- sketch by douglas brent smith, from Journal #31, Collaborating In Three Spheres, 1996.

 Serenade - collage by douglas brent smith

  Essential Inventory - collage by douglas brent smith, 1996

 Both Faces - Sketch by douglas brent smith

  What Is Infinity? -- collage by douglas brent smith, from Journal #31, Collaborating In Three Spheres, 1996

  Three Spheres #2 -- sketch by douglas brent smith. From Journal #31, Collaborating In Three Spheres, 1996. While I was drawing this my son Juan, five years old, asked me what I was doing. "Drawing." I said "Can I draw, too?" he asked. "Of course." So here's what he drew:

  "Three Spheres #1" sketch by douglas brent smith, 1996. From the journal Collaborating In Three Spheres" 1996. I often save my doodles. Each one is a little story. If the doodles (Hey, they're drawings!) show up in a journal, well they are there a long time. I have not thrown away many journals. I hope that when I am gone that someone saves them...and then when I'm gone I land someplace where I can still draw. Try saving YOUR doodles. Put them in a book. Collect them. They may make you smile some day and will likely help someone to remember you with a smile.  -- doug smith

 

Desire without discipline is disappointing. -- doug smith

there are times when our imaginations    paint pictures better than sunsets    play chords more stirring    than violin strings    times when hearts beat faster    sounding panic stilled by its own clock alarming signals ringing clipped wings singular embarrassing  defining a new way of being one such time i was prepared for the best of    advancing, making progress      to reach you it             would go so well                you'd be able to tell                    how i feel and                        you would see the magic in my tricks the longing in my voice the muse for your amusement in that alter place of hyper-reality: high school and none of the rumors had    helped my cause, noe of the phone calls brou...