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Sunday, April 24, 2011

Trippin On Night Driving

Thirty miles…twenty nine…twenty eight
Twenty seven.    Why counting down?
Maps don’t lie.
Arriving.      Soon?
Lights ahead!                     Another bend?
Parade of elephants…I didn’t see the deer.             It’s just three am?
Day started at sunset…dawn should be the near.
Feel upside down.
Skin begins to itch, legs feel numb
Watery eyes with dry blinks.         Forced focus on warning signs.
Another bend, another hill.
Over the road.                   Damned two lane drill.
Countdown was ten?
I see a glow!
Is it the sun?      
What?                  Not the town!
Still not there?                   Five miles more!
Fear.            Anxious.              
Fatigue.                              Relief.
Trippin' Over Night Driving
Ink Drawing, Image 6"x6" by lee (copyright)
Parked!             THE END!



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This is a journal encompassing years of my life. My job caused me not to have the luxury of a studio; nonetheless, did it stop me from being an artist? NEVER! An art studio was not even a possibility; yet, I was constantly stimulated and driven to create. This series of drawings reflect thoughts and experiences from hours of soltitude. Each image is subjective, but there is an underlying message a viewer can inwardly interpretate. Each illustration has a story. Each image depicts layers of life....not always ....good...bad...pretty...ugly ....but a more truthful vision of the reality. Enjoy the humor, melancholy, and the disillusionment of daily life as a human being. Enjoy my stories. Enjoy my visions.