My cowboy grandpa

Self Portrait in Sub-Mission by Sean Samuel Kelly

“This drawing came to me in a dream, thus the title.  I was having one of those eye-opening episodes we all have in our early twenties.  Trying to find my purpose in the grand scheme of things, the cosmic connections, the wanting heart and desperate brain.  I was feeling kind of low and inspired.

I lived in a little farming community about ten miles outside of Chico California called Capay.  I lived with my grandparents.  My grandpa was an old cowboy who was known for his little doodles and drawings that were scattered about his home and workshop.  Mainly little cartoons of cowboys urinating on a cactus or something silly.

He was watching me one day as I was drawing my self portrait.  He was giggling and giddy about it.  It made him proud to share his creative gift with me.  The piece itself comes from a deep, dark place but humor and balance are evident throughout, like life I guess.”

-Sean Samuel Kelly from Portland, Oregon

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Grandma Stromatolite’s Gift

September 13, 2009 –

It’s approaching. Insert National Grandparents’ Day into your planner.

After you send flowers to Florida, don’t forget your Great, Great, (add a million more Greats) Great Grandma, Mrs. Stromatolite.

The Precambrian rock may not play a weekly Bridge game, but the ancient lady’s cozy home is always open in Western Australia.

On this day of gratitude for the elderly, we should thank Grandma Stroma for the oxygen she gave our atmosphere thousands of millions of years ago.  Without this gift, you and I would not be here today.