

I've been doing oodles of research for my thesis, and all of it is incredibly facinating. In fact, it has been hard to tear myself away from the research stage so I can start writing. I always feel as if anything I have to say has already been said by people who are much more intelligent than I am, and who are able to compose much more elegant thoughts that I can. I stumbled upon an artist/illustrator a few months back named Charley Harper. I cannot sing this gentleman's praises enough. He recently passed away and I feel as if the world had lost a great voice. Does that sound cheesy? Perhaps, but I find myself wishing I could have met Mr. Harper before he passed away. His work inspires me to better my own. So, this post is dedicated to Mr. Charley Harper, a guy from Cincinnati that loved nature and inspired others to recognize the beauty hiding in the backyards and treetops of the Midwest and beyond.
1 comment:
This image of Glen Helen without the type is stunning; the type on the poster detracts from it. Where did you find it?
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