In the little house on Holly Street, before the baby and the book tours and the Oregon move and the rest of that rise and spectacular grind of a fall, I went to Michael’s Arts and Crafts and bought a couple tubes of cheap acrylic paint.
“I should learn how to paint. I’m an artist, after all, and I’ve seen that other artists do this.”
Today, as I cleaned a couple dusty old IKEA cabinets out of attic crawl spaces in the old house I’m getting ready to sell, I opened a drawer, saw this thing face-down on some old tax forms, and immediately knew what it was. I hadn’t seen it in maybe ten years, but optimistically assumed we’d cross paths again someday.
I hadn’t intended it, but it has a “The Little Prince” feel. I wish I’d added a couple tiny volcanoes. But then it would, I suppose, have been derivative. This is just Philippe, standing on it.
Chris Onstad
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