I can't tell you how many times I've reached out to folks over my lifetime only to draw back a bloody stump. How many times I've confided my deepest thoughts and wishes, only to be told convenient lies that wore thin over time. Or until I, personally, became inconvenient. Like so many, I was spoon fed the slow acting poison about trying hard, keeping the faith, minding my p's and q's, etc. Now my days are spent still trying to maintain. Maintain my own integrity, my own sense of decency, my own dwindling routine of normalcy. How can people live cooped up inside their tiny heads all their lives? Shouldn't I be reading about heads mysteriously exploding? Or maybe about those who continue to function per normal even after losing their heads? This is a 6 by 4.5 inches gel pen drawing with color pencil and a bit of acrylic paint marker on medium bond manilla paper. Yeah, this is more of that Original Jones Art who thinks Jack Nicholson was right. 'You can't handle the truth' here in northwest Austin, Texas. Or anywhere else.
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Ginger Lovellette 21 Oct 2021
Right on!Dave Matke 20 Oct 2021
Love it, stellar work Charles ! And definitely hear what you say . Can't offer any advice, but I would pop for some Indian food if I lived 'round the corner : )Ray Steele 20 Oct 2021
We all try mask our bad feelings one way or the otherRay Steele 20 Oct 2021
I love its crazy looking drawing,Picasso couldn't do it betterNikolay Semyonov 20 Oct 2021
Most of facades tend to be happier than their backs. However, they need way more repair every time and again. Still neither would live independently. Great art and thoughts, Charles! Be well and content