Brendan draws a straight line but not straight but knocks the art cart down in frustration. What to practice first? Picking art carts up? Drawing lines straight? Calling it straight? Accepting failure? Mixing sounds and smells into a composition let alone compulsion? Critical cacophony theory? Executive textures? Ode to color? When we were young and drew action figures with nubby pencils, we formed fists for them to push down deep into their pockets and raise out again, open in exuberance, while outside in the chill air, amid a spirit world reaching far beyond the Milky Way, anyone you could possibly know oscillated between eternity and a perpetual state of longing-after on holy and, let us say, not-so-holy afternoons.