A Father

Zachariah, 2020, Archival Digital Photo

My proud Pilgrim Gander, Zach, has just fathered a son, Burdock. Pilgrim Geese are doting parents and Zach watches his boy attentively at all times. It is being able to know and observe these beings that balances the horror of the national scene I read about and the ugliness, from the Minnesota murder of a man whose crime was being Black, to the milestone of deaths from Covid-19 that we just passed.

 

What world are we in now?

Nightmare, 2020, Archival Digital Print

Life is surreal now, I live in what is my Eden, a magical piece of land which is so beautiful  and so serene that I think I’m in a dream and against that the news I follow which is the upside down, and so mean and brutal with this living Evil in the Oval Office, that it is hard to know what or where is The Real.

 

The beat goes on

Sketchbook Page, 2020, gouache, cut papers

We are learning how this virus and its attendant restrictions effect us.  I find I lose concentration easily so am going from one thing to another faster than is customary in the studio.  Just pay attention.  That’s the rule.