Really listening is a very beautiful expression on someone’s face. — Michael Lipsey
August 21, 2014
August 19, 2014
I didn’t turn out like they expected — but neither did I turn out like I expected. — Michael Lipsey, ink , acrylic & collage.
August 16, 2014
Some people go through life seeing faces everywhere. I’m one of those people. Sometimes I doodle on the junk mail, again nothing but faces. Sometimes I make masks, mirrors or collages, always there are more faces. — Michael Lipsey
I’ve had a ball, and as I get older I just become an older kid.
— Jonathan Winters
August 15, 2014
The landscape may be strange, but the mind’s landscape is even stranger. — Michael Lipsey (epigram & acrylic & ink drawing)
August 14, 2014
August 13, 2014
You may think you know yourself, but there’s always the question, “Who is this self that you know?” — Michael Lipsey
August 12, 2014
You can’t remember anything about that time when you got seriously drunk — but what you vividly recall is the hangover. — Michael Lipsey
August 11, 2014
August 10, 2014
They say Americans watch an average of five and a half hours of TV a day — who has time to watch all this crap? — Michael Lipsey
August 9, 2014
August 8, 2014
You don’t often meet someone who is tuned to the exact same frequency you are tuned to — and who is hearing the same mysterious music. — Michael Lipsey
August 7, 2014
203 pounds, but as an omnivore (like a bear or raccoon) my dressed weight would probably be no more than 50 pounds, if that. Still, a tasty assortment of chops, thigh roasts (favorite of the royal cannibal Montezuma), stew meat and organ meats. A banquet for a Donner Party, famine village or an Idi Amin. Free range, although not organic, hormone free, kosher or halal. Considering my alcohol consumption, the liver might be fatty enough for a decent faux foie gras. Assessing myself in the large mirror, post morning hot bath, at seventy-three perhaps a bit gamy, somewhat stringy. Best treated to a lengthy marinade, like an old venison, before a slow braise, or even a 24 hour sous vide, for a fragrant ragout. Too bad I expect to be cremated and scattered in a few years. What a waste! — Michael Lipsey
August 6, 2014
Michael Lipsey, aphorist & artist
The first step is learning to distinguish your own craziness from the craziness of society.
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