douglas brent smith

  Howard kept looking for a light post but could not find one. Auto correct attempted to install one but it had lips. "What's wrong with this picture?" Harry asked him.  "For every missing piece," said Howard, proving that NOTHING was wrong, "...there is room for something new and unexpected." "Well, that's unexpected," said Harry. Mr. Earth Head - collage by Douglas Brent Smith, 1997

  The picture was easier than the trip. No shoes, no shirt, no service, and no oxygen. But was the trip worth taking? Could they truly get away from it all? Of course. Here they are. Where are you? Getting Away From It All - collage by Douglas Brent Smith, 1997

  Have you spent much time in the forest? Any forest certainly one big enough to get lost in. I remember one time in the late 1970's hiking with Diane Dare and getting lost in the forest. At least I was lost. It's harder to navigate in the friend zone. This car in the picture was probably new at the time, 1997. I think it's lost. Following Form, collage by Douglas Brent Smith, 1997

  When I drew this I was talking with my Dad on the phone. He'd gotten some bad news about his wife, my wonderful step-mom, Edna. She had lung cancer. It was going to be a rough year for him and her last year. I miss them both. This doodle is not nearly that serious, though, I mean just look at the feet on that guy. And, when it comes to dad-bods, that guy has it more than complete. Doodle Dad - sketch by Douglas Brent Smith, 1997, from Journal #32 Secret Change Agent

  Globes, at one time, were everywhere. Then, they kept changing. Especially in Africa but also everywhere. Names, boundaries, the "natural order" of the planet kept changing as we kept spinning. It's easy to believe that things are stable, durable, resilient. Instead, motion is the natural order. But, you knew that, didn't you? When was the last time that you saw a globe? slips, trips, and falls - collage by Douglas Brent Smith, 1996

  Have you ever been sea-sick? How about disoriented? Life has always tended toward disorientation, even when we seek stability. We keep moving. Face forward or eyes closed, we still keep moving. "Where are we going?" "Somewhere we belong." "How do you know that we belong there?" "Because we are headed there." The refrigerator hums. A clock ticks. I can hear you breathe. curing motion sickness - collage/drawing by Douglas Brent Smith - 1996

  It does not take any drug taking to realize that we live in a world inside a world beyond a world we will ever fully understand. Does that concern, or amuse you? World's Beyond - collage by Douglas Brent Smith - 1996