THE END.

A few things.

1. I'm finally starting to get better.

2. I can't wait for this clusterfuck of a decade to end.

3. This year I'm going to re-dedicate myself to actual painting, as it's been far and away to long since I did. I also will start the next novel. I've already plotted the thing out and have a working title. "Opal: a life in two days."

4. Try as hard as I'm able to get people to commit senseless acts of random beauty.

5. Get back here more often; I still have questions to answer.

Peace to you all in this coming year.

M.Z.

PEACE ON EARTH AND....

This just a very short little note to wish you all a holiday season filled with creativity, love and good cheer. Thank you all for coming here and sharing the ups downs and middles with me.
In many ways, what I do is for you. I promise that from now on no matter what, I'll always strive to make only the very best things I can for everybody.
And yeah, I'm really beginning to mend.

My love to you all.

M.Z.

I'MA WALKIN.......

In a word, "walking pneumonia".

Hospital Thrusday evening- tests-tests and more tests.

For at least a month I've been walking around feeling like the bad end of a manure spreader

and getting worse all the time.

So, the treatment lots of rest and killer mutant drugs that make me feel even worse.

If, after ten days or so, and yet more tests, I'm not better, off to the asylum and under the tender care of nurse DeSade, who will of course, beat the bastard out of me.

Your questions WILL be answered and opinions expressed, but please forgive me if I'm not front and center off and on.

Stay well and don't desert me, I'm around, just a bit shaky.

M.Z.

ps: the photos i've recently put up of blue roses are not died blue. the suntory corp. has really developed a rose that is a real blue and breeds true. i just dig the hell out of it.

m.z.

WHITE. AND.......

Ok, one question down, nine to go. Come on y'all, I CAN'T HEAR YOU.

So, now a kind of answer in another. The White Doberman Pinscher.

If you go looking for information on the COLOR VARIANT I beg you to ignore the DPCA.

Pogroms and genocide are ugly things for a national breed club to endorse, but in my opinion and that of many, many other really fine breeders it is totally unacceptable.

QUESTION AUTHORITY.

Photos posted.

On to something else. It seems I have a face book page.

I'm telling you I am not in any way responsible for it nor does it have my blessing.

I just wish whoever put it there had asked me. Ok?

Right then....lets get them thar questions in...just make 'em good.

peace,

M.Z.

AH, HE'S AT IT AGAIN......

Ok. The only reason I'm back here while essentially having nothing to say is most likely I probably do and I simply don't know what it is yet.

As I type this I'm listening to Bob Dylan's "Series of dreams"...a sort of personal mantra followed by "Jokerman'....which is so Blakeian and rich in imagery that it shakes the foundations of my self.....maybe a level I aspire to in my own work. Funny, I take more inspiration from music than other visual art forms.

Hmmm....what to say?

Ah, got it....( two minutes passed before I just wrote that.)

At one time, a good decade before me and comics collided I had a chance to become a world class wildlife artist. But a move like that requires in equal measures, connections, luck and a big spoon full of personal support. One thing throughout my artistic career that has until now has been a total lack of personal support.

Ok, another idea.....lets see how it flies. If it doesn't work, that's ok, if it does I'm in for some serious writing.

If ten people, all different, write to me with ten good questions, I'll answer them all right here as best and as honestly as I can. How's that? I figure ten questions about just basically anything shouldn't be to much or to difficult.

Go for it. I'm ready.

Love to all,

M.Z.

FOR LACK OF ANYTHING ELSE TO SAY...

Well, here it is, almost "thanksgiving". A few million turkeys down and a new crop coming up for new years day. Pass the antibiotics mom!

Ok, really, nothing much to say. We're getting by, and the stuff of daily life happens and we get up and do it again. Century Guild will be doing a "Universal Boy" limited edition tee shirt at some point. I voted for the lunch box, who eats lunch any more? Someday, when I'm all grown up and stuff, and I am out and about signing a book here and there, I think I will insist in my contract that a dozen roses be on the table next to me so I can give them to people. Well, at least a dozen people anyway.
Seems like a nice thing to do. I may leave the thorns on.

I hope all of you are alright and making do.
I guess I'll be back when something exciting happens.

Love ya all.

M.Z.

PEEKABOO.

Ok.

If you are even a bit curious about the so called, "BOOK" I keep rattling on about you can have wee peek at a few pages over at the Century Guild blog.
Don't say I didn't warn you. Under sixteen must be accompanied by a parent or guardian.

Ta, must dash.. I'm accepting the Dorian Grey Memorial Deviancy award.

M.Z.