Years ago, through the grace of a Google art widget, I came across the work of Alan Macdonald. I love the richness and classic sensibility of his canvasses; some of his darker works remind me of Romaine Brooks (if only Romaine had a sense of humor.) I particularly like his pious figures on scooters. The plastic bags, potato chips, and Coke cans add a dose of modernity and snark, and the elements of the natural world (boars, lambs, swans, landscape) in his work are incredibly appealing to me...altogether a curious juxtaposition of images that sends my mind into narrative: how do these things belong together? What is the story here?
Macdonald writes of his successful artistic endeavors:
"On the luckier voyages, though, you arrive somewhere that is strangely familiar, but which you have never seen before. It's a distant coast of you."
This morning finds me wondering if the same is true with a successful piece of short fiction. I'm not sure I'd know, but I like the idea.