WORDS AND IMAGE BY KARL JESSE
The Thunder in These Sierra Nevada is like…
nothing I’ve ever heard before.
It rips apart the sky, groaning over the mountaintops with nothing in its way to soothe its anger.
It’s a sound as if the Union Pacific locomotive with four engines pulling eighty cars,
the one that usually glides calmly through the center of town,
has instead decided to plow through your living room,
belching white smoke and coal dust.
It rolls through the walls and into the dining room, in exactly the way trains normally don’t.
It makes you wonder if you have pissed off God recently, and he, or she…
is coming to get you.
Then the hot air turns pleasantly cool and raindrops the size of grapes splatter into the dirt,
filling the air with that smell that only rain can bring.
Then the lightning and thunder wander aimlessly away over the pass,
leaving you with that feeling you get when you have just had a really good cry.
When your emotions are finally spent,
and you are thoroughly satisfied.
Yeah, funny thing,
While I can’t seem to get enough of writing as creative expression,
artist bios have never really been my thing.
I just do what I do and say what I feel, and try to make it as pretty and thought provoking as possible.
Near as I can tell, I don’t actually make art, I just run around with a paintbrush, a camera, and a typewriter.
If you keep doing this sort of thing, if you have a keen eye and you pay attention,
maybe throw in some study and a bit of practice,
you’re bound to start producing stuff you like.
After that, you’ll start to notice that others like it too.
This is art in a nutshell.
I hope you like it. ~ Karl Jesse
