Still Life With

I've needed to get a few things out my system. Call it meditation. Call it OCD. Call it experimentation. Maybe let's just call it wasting time. I've been a bit woodpecker obsessed after finishing Tom Robbin's Still Life with Woodpecker. I'm not sure if it's that I'm a red-head (ok semi-red-head) or just weird, or stubborn, or idealize things, or that I fall in love very very hard for a very very long time, but Still Life burrowed in deep, and is quite officially my favorite book, if not just favorite story. I started the week by getting an arsonist woodpecker tattooed on my stomach by Steve Boltz, so it seemed appropriate to end the week by making my own version. I kept it quick and dirty, as well as bigger than normal on 19" x 24" paper—Pencil, watercolor, and digital. About 4 hours. This drawing is for Bernard Mickey Wrangle.

“Who knows how to make love stay?

1. Tell love you are going to Junior's Deli on Flatbush Avenue in Brooklyn to pick up a cheesecake, and if loves stays, it can have half. It will stay.

2. Tell love you want a momento of it and obtain a lock of its hair. Burn the hair in a dime-store incense burner with yin/yang symbols on three sides. Face southwest. Talk fast over the burning hair in a convincingly exotic language. Remove the ashes of the burnt hair and use them to paint a moustache on your face. Find love. Tell it you are someone new. It will stay.

3. Wake love up in the middle of the night. Tell it the world is on fire. Dash to the bedroom window and pee out of it. Casually return to bed and assure love that everything is going to be all right. Fall asleep. Love will be there in the morning.”