Josh Mossotti

I recently spent the holiday in St. Louis, reuniting and spending quality time with the people who are most dear in my life. I came bearing gifts. One of which was a book of who’d have guessed it Mark Twains short stories. During the three hour plane right from Los Angeles to St. Louis I began doodling a bit to pass the time and wound up with this neat little trinket which proved a perfect placeholder for a specific story that plagues me. I gave this to my brother to keep and lets not mix words it just a doodle with abstract ‘Simkins’ connotations but I thought it was neat enough to photograph and share. It was funny how as the book was left out and people thumbed through it pausing at the bookmark describing what the think it is. I am not certain myslef, it just is, is all…