Hello my name is Blue Sky

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High Plains, Colorado, United States
I operate out of a fictional yet vast, prehistoric, inland sea; writing spontaneously, vigorously, and with meaning.

here the artist writes

9.20.2008

10 years old

9/21/08
Dear Weblog,

When I was young, perhaps 10 years old, there was a story on the TV about a boy who was found, when he was 10, living in the wild.

They placed him in a home and began to teach him the habits of human life.
He now had a bed, in a house, with a family, and dinner on the table.

What I remember most was that he liked to look at jars of liquid.

He made a shelf lined with jars of liquids, different colors filled to different levels, and he loved just to see them be.

I was struck by the purity of his desire, what a boy might like if left to his own devices, and how

I still think of that boy when I get an olive, and I see those green eyes bobbing in their broth. I think to myself, liquid in a jar is pretty cool unseen miracles surround us.

Vonnegut once drew, “God himself must have been hilarious to see men combine steal fire and water to make a railroad train”

It might have been written in a book of his, but I saw it on a picture in his art gallery. You can buy art by KV Jr. at Vonnegut.com. pretty cool.

-Blue Sky

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