“Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus; and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.”
― Julius Caesar
My Giant cargo/commuter/ex-mountain bike and Cherry Bomb, sculpture, by Nic Noblique, Uptown, Dallas, Texas
“I would like to say to those who think of my pictures as serene, whether in friendship or mere observation, that I have imprisoned the most utter violence in every inch of their surface.”
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Artwork, Dallas Area Rapid Transit Spring Valley Station, Richardson, Texas
Dallas Area Rapid Transit Spring Valley Station, Richardson, Texas
“There is some of the same fitness in a man’s building his own house that there is in a bird’s building its own nest. Who knows but if men constructed their dwellings with their own hands, and provided food for themselves and families simply and honestly enough, the poetic faculty would be universally developed, as birds universally sing when they are so engaged? But alas! we do like cowbirds and cuckoos, which lay their eggs in nests which other birds have built, and cheer no traveler with their chattering and unmusical notes. Shall we forever resign the pleasure of construction to the carpenter?”
― Walden
Awakening, Part of the Traveling Man series of sculptures, Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas
Travelling Man… and a jet, Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas
Travelling Man – sculpture east of Downtown Dallas
Bike Riders under the Travelling Man
Travelling Man, Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas
Tourists reflected in a metal bird. Travelling Man Sculpture, Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas
The Travelling Man (two versions)
Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas
“You wake from dreams of doom and–for a moment–you know: beyond all the noise and the gestures, the only real thing, love’s calm unwavering flame in the half-light of an early dawn.”
― Markings
Paths, Steinunn Thorarinsdottir, Arts District, Dallas, Texas
“I always thought they were fabulous monsters!” said the Unicorn. “Is it alive?”
“It can talk,” said Haigha, solemnly.
The Unicorn looked dreamily at Alice, and said, “Talk, child.”
Alice could not help her lips curling up into a smile as she began: “Do you know, I always thought Unicorns were fabulous monsters, too! I never saw one alive before!”
“Well, now that we have seen each other,” said the Unicorn, “if you’ll believe in me, I’ll believe in you. Is that a bargain?”
― Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass
Winged Unicorn, Grapevine, Texas
Crikey! I’ve lost my mojo!
—-Austin Powers, The Spy Who Shagged Me
Micro Macro Mojo, Sculpture by Ed Carpenter, Richardson, Texas
Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.
—-William Shakespeare, The Third part of King Henry the Sixth
Grapevine, Texas
