At Loose Ends

Gwen Cooper, Captain Jack Harkness, and Charles Dickens find themselves at loose ends in Austin
Gwen Cooper, Captain Jack Harkness, and Charles Dickens find themselves at loose ends in Austin

I plan to keep the adventure stories over on facebook, but this image captured the mood of my creativity these days. And I don’t know what is going to happen next.

Do you?

just to clear the mystery--it is not spaghetti.
just to clear the mystery--it is not spaghetti.

13 thoughts on “At Loose Ends

  1. Sherri took the question right out of my mouth. I do hope that if this is a trap laid by the villain, he or she forgot to add that little bit of olive oil to the pot — enabling the crew to climb out without constantly sliding back down into the pot.

    I almost never know what’s going to happen next. Willful ignorance.

      1. That Blanton Museum looks fabulous. We’ve got a number of galleries here, but — because this is the city it is — the art museums tend to have narrow focus. State history, etc.

        I don’t know art (as the saying goes), but to my mind nothing makes a great city like great museums with great permanent collections AND a sense of life.

        Okay, blue-sky here: say it’s, I don’t know, 40 years from now. Granted, all the exhibits then will be virtual tours, 3D Smell-o-Vision, all that. But exhibition media aside, at what sort of museum (or gallery) would you like to see your art?

        (And Rowena, if you’re still paying attention: I’d be interested in your answer to the question, too.)

  2. The Blanton is fabulous. But of course I think Austin is fabulous too.

    As for your question, JES… geez… well, if I let my imagination get away from me, I wouldn’t go for front and center big, fancy museum. I like to imagine a person in an out of the way gallery coming across my work in a private corner, and that person would feel that they found something not every one else knew about, and once in a while, she would wander back, go to that corner just to check that it was still there.

    And then of course she’d look up my name and go buy the book.

    I feel crazy just to write that.

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