The Scene:
An abandoned hotel* on 6th Street, San Francisco’s Skid Row, early 1970’s.
The Game:
Three-Dimensional chess, with clouds.
The Players:
Gabriel, a Ratter.
Freude, a Film Maker.
Read MoreThe Scene:
An abandoned hotel* on 6th Street, San Francisco’s Skid Row, early 1970’s.
The Game:
Three-Dimensional chess, with clouds.
The Players:
Gabriel, a Ratter.
Freude, a Film Maker.
Read MoreHow do you paint an angel if you don’t believe angels exist?
This story of an angel begins in Valencia, in Spain, in a public garden called Los Viveros, on the banks of what used to be the river Turia. My friend Antonio Gomis and I like to draw there because it’s green and cool and quiet.
Read MoreNearly one hundred years ago, T. S. Eliot wrote: “April is the cruelest month breeding / Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing / Memory and desire, stirring / Dull roots with spring rain.”
Anyone who has lived through brutal winters in Northern Illinois has little problem in agreeing with him. April, with its dull roots and lilacs, hides a secret: before spring rains come to visit and sunlight breathes life back into the dead land, there will be at least one more snowstorm.
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