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The above drawing is of a dear freind of mine who died recently of a heart attack. He was a source of strength to me and many others. A man of true character and honor. He is truely missed and will never be forgotten. Cheers Jimi.
POETIC CHAOS Anthony J. Buettner
We can never get enough of nature. Whether beautiful or grotesque, violent or serene, large or small. Henry David Thoreau wrote of, “...the bittern and the meadow hen...”, and of the “...vulture feeding on carrion...”. The diversity of life and the contradiction in nature. Growing, dying, forever changing. Through all of the seemingly apparent complexities we are fooled by it’s spontaneous chaos. Fooled by our eyes, our thoughts and emotions. The handicapped child or cannibalization of the lion cub. It’s harvest, the sympathetic and caring heart or the strength of the pride. For even with it's apparent random cruelty, nature provides it's purpose and in our confusion, feeds our desire. We simply can never get enough of nature.
