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About Neal
When I was a kid I fell out of a tree in San Francisco.
When I awoke there stood a coyote looking at me.
The coyote had a sort of rectangular head and it was summer. I didn’t speak for the next seven years.
In stillness I set out for Mt. Fuji.
Thus began a lifelong study of coyoteman phenomenology.
My drawings and paintings and songs look really good. Even hanging on a wall. So some people send me money.
The study of coyoteman is about how we get confused and then get right back out there into the empty incredibleness.
The creek at Little Dry Creek Studios is my link between the intergalactic genius coyoteman-non-action-hero-way and the unknown.
I’ve got blackbelt in tea. But enough about me. And a masters degree in outer space.
NEAL CROSBIE
MT. FUJI
FROM BARRY SPACKS, SANTA BARBARA POET LAUREATE:
“Neal Crosbie, artist of exploratory daring, exuberance and meditative awareness, produces astounding bursts of images intertwined with poetically witty word play. The sacred traditions of Native American, Buddhist, Australian, African, and Eskimo visionaries consistently inspire him. He’s forever sending teasing messages via his coyote-man. This icon trickster figure suggests Crosbie himself as a poet, painter and Zen Master. And yet another quality to the list: he writes and sings related original songs as in his luminous CDs “Zen Horse Repair” and “Ghost Brain.”
Crosbie and his art present an always exuberant invitation to profundity and glee.”
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