My 2010 sketch of Charles Bukowski has been used by the organisers of Premio Bukowski, an Italian literary competition inspired by ‘Hank’ and the legend that still slumps over his name, like a drunk at the end of a bar. More details here:
I do an awful lot of thinking and dreaming about things in the past and the future – the timelessness of the rocks and the hills – all the people who have existed there. I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.
Anyway, in the end, I don’t really believe in Heaven at all and i don’t believe in perfect angles. I think that this might be the only Heaven there can possibly be, this world we live in now, but we haven’t quite realized it yet.