Category Archives: Atelier Vie

The oil pastel smeared over my jacket. I had to leave the bar in a hurry; Vincent said that some groupie was hunting after me, and would demand a painting at a low price. In a trice, I grabbed the … Continue reading →

In the new blank slate, Mark studies the 32 rules of the Louisiana Department of Health & Hospitals, Office of Public Health, Food and Drug Unit.

Down by the riverside? Drawing in his little notebook, or perhaps ogling the showgirls on the dirty streets of the Old Square. Who’s there? A noise. Thought I heard something, the sound of feet on bricks, the splash of a … Continue reading →

They come at me with their wooden shoes.

I roam the city with my binoculars.