I have, throughout my life, been a voracious reader of Mark Twain. Why? I think we share much in our views of life and the characters within our living, i.e. our relationships with men, women, and animals. To mitigate the difficulties, we both find relief in humor. Today I show my newest painting, Adjective, named after a line from Mark Twain's Pudd'nhead Wilson.
The drawing shown today is a massive effort of pencil on paper. Regrettably the extreme nuances of pencil, as seen in actual front of the viewer, cannot be reproduced well. Value variations, from black through all the grays to the white of paper, sing songs only fully appreciated in person. To satisfy fully, this need of personal, actual in-front-of experience, is true in all sophisticated arts, from music to the visual; A lament Mark Twain might relate to when thinking of his personal performances (before audiences) near the end of his life.
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