Mission Statement

Holy Smoke

unfinished drawing ca. 2003

I take exception to being perceived as cynical or curmudgeonly - I'm actually brimming over with idealistic fervor for a Utopia where every human could fulfill the massive potential I see in every person I've ever met. So, being confronted around every corner and on every webpage with the evidence of how crummy things are for so many people, and all of the ways we're selfishly doing ourselves and each other in when it is just - all - so - goddam - UNNECESSARY, that kind of makes me lose my patience with pretty much everyone in society today... Because they're not as filled with righteous outrage about things as I am, or something. It's lonely tilting at windmills all by oneself... but maybe I'm just obstinate and if everyone joined in, I'd be like, "Meh."

It's all so complicated, and you have to take everything into account - but you can't. And we seriously need to get our shit together, and we're not. I will not be Nero fiddling while Rome burns, just because that'll make my life easier.  Also, I don't care particularly for the violin.

No, I, the 'cynical, curmudgeonly' cuckold child of comely, concupiscent, constellatory Cassandra and catch-all cat-call comeback Chicken Little will continue to cry my catechism of calamity and complete consternation at the chaos, collusion, and conspiracy of the carbon-crapping crypto-corporatist control-complex conservative New 3rd World Order closing quickly on a complacently comfortable consumer-culture whose quotidian cares cripple their capability to come together in common cause and cameraderie. A quixotic quest?  Quite. Can I complete it? Coming up with a concatenation of circuituous circumstances in which such an occurance could conceivably be credible is certainly a considerable challenge, even to the colossal cognition of this contrarian.  So, I'm currently gonna call that question as a 'no' - capiche?

However powerless I may be to effect real change, I feel it's my duty to 'witness', so the least you could do is thank me for using up all these thoughts so that you never, ever, have to have them. 

You're welcome.

Sharks in the Deep End of the Pool

(No Swimming)

ca. 2005