I sometimes take my youngest daughter to Burger King. The food is terrible but the coffee is alright. My daughter, in typical kid-fashion, doesn't mind the food. For her, life is salty and sweet and bitter and tastebud-subtlety is beyond her. So I take her to Burger King and order a coffee and let her play on the giant two-story kid-sized hamster...
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Yatterings of an Autumnpuma
Revised for the third time. I took the link to my blog off of here because it contained personal information. As it's an art blog aimed at art directors it *had* to contain personal info and an email address. If anyone is interested in knowing the blog name and getting a link, shoot me a PM.
My sister-in-law needs an artist. So she calls me up and describes what she wants. A train. I'm sure that request sounded simple to her; A few wheels, a track, a round thingy in front and a smoke stack. Easy-peasy lemon-squeezy. Except that it isn't easy or peasy or even lemon-squeezy. It's all valves and piston push rods and railing and rivets...
Cars. We all love them. For me, they were freedom. Anywhere I wanted to go, I went. At 18 I used that freedom to drive north from Southern California to Washington. Three friends, one guy and two gals, headed for freedom in a cheap red Hyundai Excel. That poor car was packed with stuff only 18-year-olds would think of packing. Some clothes, a few books, my...
It's always fascinating to me how I can search the internet for one thing (brass fittings..don't ask) and wind up somewhere completely different...and for once that place wasn't a porn site.
So.
Portraits are boring stuff. They are. Only Picasso managed to make them interesting but only in the sense that a Yugo smashed into an armco is more...
So.
Portraits are boring stuff. They are. Only Picasso managed to make them interesting but only in the sense that a Yugo smashed into an armco is more...
So, Ezekiel writes about God's throne being aboard a thing that sounds suspiciously like a ship. Later on, Peter tells us that 'one day with God is a thousand years to man'. So how fast would God have to be going that with Him you'd be only a day older but everyone else is a thousand years older?
Now that's seriously twisting what that...
Now that's seriously twisting what that...
When I was young, I listened to the music my mom wanted to hear. On records at home and on the car radio it was country. Not the Sh#te called country today, but the old country from the 50s through the 70s. Back when it was more western than country. More cowboys than southern hicks. Waylon Jennings, Buck Owens, Marty Robbins, Porter Wagoner, Patsy Cline....
It must be hard denying that spirit inside you. What proof of it? Music, man, music. You hear some bit of song and the spirit inside writhes and jumps. You feel it even if you're not touching, seeing, tasting, smelling anything. You feel it deep. You hate GaGa, but those discordant harmonies kick you into color from your drab black and white world....
I doodle on perhaps 10-12 Post-its a day. I save perhaps one a week. I am killing lots and lots of trees. Ah well. Here's one that got saved:
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