tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063381673702357248.post2464683776870748642..comments2011-10-14T14:13:11.233-07:00Mark Morduehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12866112966976780684noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063381673702357248.post-44047687306115139142011-10-14T14:13:11.233-07:002011-10-14T14:13:11.233-07:00Oh wow, thanks! I would definitely like to stay in touch. I&#39;ll search you on Facebook...donovanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03341634056001872919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063381673702357248.post-33161454688216653682011-10-12T13:54:36.596-07:002011-10-12T13:54:36.596-07:00Hey Donovan,<br /><br />I love your drawing. And I love all your work. Funny you should drop me a note as I have been thinking for some time about compiling a collection of poems n prose, but with some type of illustration / images that parallels the work. We should try and stay in touch! Are you on Facebook at all? Problem with leaving email here is you suddenly get flooded by every spammer under the sun.Mark Morduehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12866112966976780684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063381673702357248.post-58973317643667959882011-10-12T11:50:58.048-07:002011-10-12T11:50:58.048-07:00This piece much more eloquently captures what I was trying to say with this drawing:http://woodenwater.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-we-wander-into-walt-whitmans-wide.html <br /><br />Your line, &quot;the sun was the sun but it was green&quot; was almost eerie in it&#39;s familiarity. <br /><br />I&#39;ve been really enjoying reading your blog. Thanks for the great work.donovanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03341634056001872919noreply@blogger.com