December 15, 2009
I'm listening to smooth jazz and just put away my latest sketch of a beach and a forest of palms converging in the distance. I owe a lot of credit to my Dad, who rummaged through the tin box of photographs at the top of his closet and flopped the panoramic original into my hands. There weren't enough objects to draw in the foreground, so I created the wreckage of a passenger jetliner thinking about Dean Koontz's Sole Survivor and ABC's Lost. Something else will have to loom over the distant tree line--perhaps a rollercoaster or even a ferris wheel.