Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Santos Dumont - The Father of Aviation II, 2009. Oil on canvas, 7 x 156 in.
Portrait of Lady Mary Guildford, 2006. Oil on canvas, 6 x 5 ft.
Encourage Good Manners and Politeness; Brighten Up Your Surroundings, 2007. Oil and enamel on canvas, 5 x 5 ft.
Count Potocki, 2008. Oil on canvas, 9 x 9 ft.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
(Note: You may also see a front view of two long-distance truckers in the cab of an 18-wheeler with one headlight out. If you see something else, leave it in the comments.)
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
INT. LIBRARY. NIGHT.
Eli stands at a podium reading from a book to a crowded audience. A telegram marked “Ship to Shore” is tucked into his coat pocket. His voice is quietly dramatic.
The crickets and the rust-beetles
scuttled among the nettles of the
sagethicket. Vamanos, amigos, he
whispered, and threw the busted leather
flintscraw over the loose weave of the
saddlecock. And they rode on in the
Eli looks up. He closes his book. The audience applauds uproariously.
Eli was an assistant professor of
English Literature at Brooks College.
The recent publication of his second
A copy of Eli Cash’s latest book, Old Custer. On the dust jacket there is an illustration of an Indian in warpaint with a long, bloody knife clasped between his teeth and a yellow scalp hanging from his hand.
INT. LOBBY. NIGHT.
Eli walks among the card catalogues surrounded by a crowd of admirers.
-- had earned him a sudden, unexpected
Eli standing near the circulation desk with a group of professors drinking cocktails.
Well, everyone knows Custer died at
Little Bighorn. What this book
maybe he didn’t?
Eli shrugs and smiles.
Eli placing a call from a pay phone in the lobby. He unfolds a newspaper clipping and looks at it while he waits. He says suddenly into the receiver:
Let me ask you something. Why would a
reviewer make the point of saying
someone’s not a genius? I mean, do you
think I’m especially not a genius?
Isn’t that –
Someone gives Eli a book to sign. He scribbles his name on it and hands it back without looking. He says sadly:
You didn’t even have to think about it,