Thursday, March 31, 2011

- walk about / art surprise -


...today...

the little wooden boy goes walk about.


he finds tunnels that lead to new places to discover.


on the other end...


he is greatly rewarded with some great sights. The little wooden boy stumbles upon an outside art gallery...


he asks himself what kind of creature this is...



on his stroll, he sees the markings of previous visitors...




by chance, the little wooden boy stumbles upon a secret exhibit...


he continues to travel along the mysterious yet captivating gallery...


so much to observe...



If it weren't for a wrong turn, he would have never seen these sights...


so many pieces, create the whole...


Friday, March 18, 2011

spring in the air

...today...

the little wooden boy starts off his day by putting down some words on paper...


he has a chat with his friend the weasel. They converse about freedom, as the weasel is frozen in time and cannot join the little wooden boy on todays adventure.


he arrives at a mountain of aluminum where he stops to think about the reality of the world and how consumption may very well be the end of humanity.


he takes a breather and enjoys the light shade on his face and the color that permeates from a bench...


...on the final stretch of todays journey, he finds a giant, a windmill. He recalls his favorite character from literature: the dreamer, the knight... El Quijote...


Wednesday, March 16, 2011

moves and relocation

...today...

the little wooden boy awakes in his new surroundings with a bright light shining against his back...


he takes a moment to ponder the nature of his wooden existence...


fuzzy memories of a lady in a hat...


looking for artistic guidance, he has a chat with Andy...


making friends of every kind, he comes across a cat ...


he is told there is an elephant who can grant him a wish and good luck...


in a strange land of metallic walls, he looks over the horizon and soaks in his new habitat...


through his meditative state, he recalls that music is always there as a true form of release...
so he picks up a guitar.