Eris-bacchanal - Eris' Bachhanal

Damn it!

Never gonna find that talking fish.

The force is with us.

Are you?

Here are some of the images I created for Topp’s new series of trading cards, Star Wars: Chrome Perspectives. It was a blast to make them, and I’m gratified that the folks who’ve seen them seem to dig them.

have a nice day :)

Artist unknown, found on instagram uncredited.

Everything is coming apart.

The world is tilting on multiple converging global crises.

The question is,

what would Bob Dobbs do?

Kurt Vonnegut:

“When I was 15, I spent a month working on an archeological dig. I was talking to one of the archeologists one day during our lunch break and he asked those kinds of “getting to know you” questions you ask young people: Do you play sports? What’s your favorite subject? And I told him, no I don’t play any sports. I do theater, I’m in choir, I play the violin and piano, I used to take art classes.

And he went WOW. That’s amazing! And I said, “Oh no, but I’m not any good at ANY of them.”

And he said something then that I will never forget and which absolutely blew my mind because no one had ever said anything like it to me before: “I don’t think being good at things is the point of doing them. I think you’ve got all these wonderful experiences with different skills, and that all teaches you things and makes you an interesting person, no matter how well you do them.”

And that honestly changed my life. Because I went from a failure, someone who hadn’t been talented enough at anything to excel, to someone who did things because I enjoyed them. I had been raised in such an achievement-oriented environment, so inundated with the myth of Talent, that I thought it was only worth doing things if you could “Win” at them.”

Yes.

I wish I owned any property because I really need this wall somewhere in my yard.

“In the deep fall, the body awakes,”

— Robert Bly, from “A Home in Dark Grass,” The Light Around the Body (HarperPerennial, 1991)

Even though there is so much that binds us together.

It is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.

Anne Carson, from Plainwater: Essays and Poetry