"They rushed down the street together, digging everything in the early way that they had, which later became so much sadder and more perceptive and blank. But then they danced down the street like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see a blue centerlight pop and everyone goes 'Awww!' What did they call such young people in Goethe's Germany?"I feel like I should have read this book when I was younger, but I fear I wouldn't have really understood it. There are so many things I "get" now that my teenage mind was incapable of comprehending.
--Jack Kerouac, On the Road
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I have been drawing and redrawing this scene since I was a child and as far as I know, I've never gotten it quite right.
Ninkashurra is feeling lean and hungry, and that is when everyone with good sense avoids her the most. Not that a person with good sense would want to go near her even when she's in charitable spirits.
New Year's doodle.
Acrylic painting on canvasboard. 6" x 9". A Christmas present for a friend of mine.
Ink drawing.
Ink drawing.
Part of a cluster of Artist Trading Cards sent down to the Garg office.
Ink and marker.
Part of a set of Artist Trading Cards sent to the Garg office.
Ink drawing. Ninkashurra, the desert goddess.
Part of a set of Artist Trading Cards sent to the Garg office.
