A contorsioned nude I draw with China ink on paper when I was experiencing my mid-life crysis. It's an imaginary nude, I didn't have any real model.(BTW, I'm ok now, ha, ha) A drewing by Ion Vincent Danu
Thinking a couple of days ago were 124 years since Vincent died. Was it a suicide? was he shoot more or less accidentally by a irresponsible playboy? he ended nontheless in a place like this, as we will all of us.
Lust for Life by Irving Stone -- Wonderful novelized biography of Vincent Van Gogh. Irving Stone based this on the massive set of Van Gogh's "Complete Letters," and evinces Van Gogh's talent and torment convincingly and evocatively.
This is my signature: the Scarecrow, l'epouventail, sperietoarea de ciori. Because I loved Jerry Schatzberg's movie, with al Pacino and Gene Hackman, and the philosophy of that. One can survive with a bit of humor and self-mocking.