“The Heat Of Troop 3” Gouche on Rives BFK
Went to a Saturday night live sketch in the East Village. The cramped environment was a bit awkward with a couple of uptight hosts, overly-vocal models and a smattering of pervs and weirdos. Nonetheless, I got a few good ones out of it.
“Lada & Margie” Gouche on Rives BFK
Colored ink on 300lb Fabriano Hot Press
On the verge of taking that step that countless men had taken in the past, Jacob paused for a moment to lightly lament the loss of his life. Or rather the life as he had known, thus far. Turning over his shoulder at the smoldering slab of cinder that once was the field that all of his clumsy competitions played out, his mind replayed the archival footage. Now desolate and in decay, this was once the place where life unfolded in front of him. Each victory, whether elegant or clumsy, contributed to the collection of his lifes’ trophy case. Each loss would rightfully add smudges to the glass.
In this moment of stillness all of Jacob’s body seemed prepared for the impending leap. It was as if every fiber in him was fully aware of the shift away from a life lived for oneself to a life lived for two. Or three. Or four? Even his toes thoughtfully gripped the cold slab beneath his frame as if drinking in the scene. (Cont’d below…)
But the reverie does not last. Way down beneath the cliff, the hum of a thousand voices at the garden party echoes off the rock. The cold clouds obscured the scene but he knew that this was a warm gathering with excellent drink, satisfying meals and a spot waiting for him.
Above the murmur her joyful voice calls out. Something about the first course being served.
Jacob slowly surveys the cinder one last time. A strong breeze slides past him and he lets it all go.