i'm looking for truth and beauty
in a superficial, stereotypical culture.

I'm trying to find some way to describe, to communicate, my feeling of being alive. that which we all have in common.

each line is a searching line; an atempt to put form to my feeling of being a person- on a very basic, deep level- to find and communicate and remember an essential aspect of ourselves that is almost swept away entirely by the whirlwind of distractions that surround us in society.

it's like i'm trying to remember the truth that we knew when we were very young. the wide-open obviousness of the universe. that we were so aware of. and we forget it. we learn to survive. in these huge, complex cultures...

the truth is that we are beautiful. that's what i'm trying to share, and to find in myself. to remind myself (and you) of.

every drawing (that i'm happy with) is a little slice of that truth.
a little expression of that essential, forgotten humanity.
just a slice.
i'll have a whole pie when i'm dead.
that's why i gotta keep makin' em- gotta keep getting closer, and adding to the big, complicated picture. figuring it out, and sharing with you my revelations.

i'm like a dam visual philosopher over here....

in our emotions, in our bodies, in our minds; our power and confusion and bliss and darkness.
that's the truth that i like to see: that i want to find, and show.
the full spectrum of wierdenss and wonder that constantly amazes me.

i should leave the words to the writers...

"We saw for a moment
laid out among us
the body of the complete human being
whom we have failed to be"

-Virginia Woolf, from The Waves
 

here's what antonin artaud had to say about "the human face"....
it's long, but it's great. and i agree.

another good one:
"Song of Childhood" by Peter Handke