Went to see Colin Stetson play last night at Monkeytown. He plays solo saxaphone and all those wonderfull wood winds and its amazingly physical and passionate, but also seems to make a lot of sense after electronic and minimalist music. He was all over the room and the instrument and the sound echoed from the cinder block walls and went right through me. I drew in the first few chapters of Dharma Bums to try and capture the energy. It was like grabbing at smoke. I tried to work them today, but in the end I turned to the rice paper and whipped this drawing out… it’s about as close as I can get at the moment.
