appeared out of the shadows. "Pssst. I've got something you might be interested in." Thus began my journey into the dense paper odyssey of the lost troves of Gonzales... large bins of scrap, notebooks, receipts, napkins, magazine pages, photographs, loose paper and more covered in pencil, crayon, sharpie, paint, ball point pen, whatever was in reach. Scribbled, ejected, birthed and then released into the void, only to be rescued and stashed for years, forgotten and then rediscovered. Then, the keys to the bounty were handed to me. I began to dig, and I did not stop until every bit of minutia had been overturned. What follows are but a handful of the battalion of Gonz doodles in the mist... —Mark Whiteley
