I began work on my visual autobiography (preliminary sketches above) in the closing months of 2020. Being only ankle deep in my story, I began to see that it didn’t quite fit in the autobiography genre. After a little research, I realized that I was drawing and painting a memoir.
Instead of a linear story full of footnotes and references, I’m flying on a kite over the patchwork of my life and retracing a certain thread that has been woven throughout the fabric of my life.
This thread has been once broken, then woven back. Yet it’s somewhat frayed. Still, for all of the tugging, twisting and stretching it has endured for over seven decades, it remains the warp and woof of who I am.
Is it art? No. It’s the scarlet thread of life. It’s my spiritual life.
The Porters’ Car – Family Tree
Yendor put God in the rear view mirror and drove away fast and hard. Science became his salvation.
He had solved a mystery of outer space, but couldn’t resolve the mysteries of the passenger train porters.
This fictional short story is loosely based on Keni’s memoir: a work-in-progress being told in drawings and paintings.