Don’t you hate it when you’re trying to sleep in on a Saturday morning and those darned atheists come knocking on the door to discuss reality?
Oh wait, that never happens.
Size : 3.75-inches by 5.25-inches
Ink, watercolor on original photo from the 1950’s
I was sketching a bright flower and then I thought it should be bending down with a tiny frog on it -just balancing.
and here you go – it happened!
I like his little smile, like “I’ve got this!” and he’s not going to fall off.
Size : 6-inches by 9-inches
Ink, watercolor on 140lb cold pressed paper.
This has been making me giggle for 2 days.
I found this rancid children’s book in a pile of old books I bought called “Prayers and Hymns”. Maybe it was watching too much “Fido” or a love of zombies, but the cover of the book turned into zombie children praying, well what would zombies pray for?
Humans of course! They are delicious apparently!
So I redid the lettering to read, “Prayers for Humans” 😀
It’s drying right now but here are a few shots they are a little darker than the piece actually is:
Here’s a scan (it finally got dry enough)
This piece is currently up for auction on Ebay, I can promise it will go fast
I found this excerpt in a book for 1950’s school counselors to control the teens.
It read, “Until women acquired their present rights and freedoms, their feminine roles were well defined.”
Let’s hear it for not defining feminine roles!
Size : 2.5-inches by 3.5-inches
Ink, watercolor on antique photo from the 1950s
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This is the story I imagined happened in this flash card….
Crap I’m late…okay we had a fight and I left to clear my head
.. oh crap is this the wrong key?
Wait a minute, no it’s the right key.
Hey, this looks like a new lock!~
If he changed the locks, he’s dead.
😀
Size : 3.5-inches by 4.5-inches
Ink, watercolor on antique flashcard from the 1940s
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And so I was trapped in my seat on an airplane.
Full flight, couldn’t get someone else to trade with me.
One of those nice, quieter jets where the engines don’t drown out the super annoying person next to you.
I was stuck next to this overly nervous, non-stop talking woman who did nothing but spew the most judgmental, rude crap.
Pretty soon it became a game, look at my watch and then count how many times she said “I”.
Over an hour of this, I had learned she thought everyone that didn’t put their hands over their hearts should be shipped out of ‘Merica and thought Fox News was the ONLY true news.
I also learned she had some pretty extreme views on women’s rights (they didn’t need them, they had it good before and really if we loved a man enough to marry him, he could make our decisions for us as god intended) and most importantly, I learned that cable was just a way to show our people soft porno and corrupt us all!
She was making me tired.
Finally when she asked me what I did, I told I wrote musical scores for porn movies.
She turned away and said nothing more. 🙂
Best, last hour of a flight to Toledo, Ohio – EVER.
Size : 3-inches by 5-inches
acrylic paint on acrylic panel
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I think everyone has potential to be amazing.
It’s just a matter of finding the star you want to chase and making a commitment to grasping at it. 🙂
Size : 3-inches by 5-inches
acrylic paint on acrylic panel
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I met someone ages ago either on a lay over or at a party – I can’t remember which.
She had the bar-none most gorgeous hair I’ve ever seen.
it was incredibly long and just beautiful.
We were chit chatting and was telling me how envious she was of any woman with short hair.
So I asked why and she told me she promised her father she would never cut her hair and he had passed on when she was young.
It was the promise of a child to a dying father.
She wanted to cut her hair badly but felt she could never break her promise.
Size : 3-inches by 5-inches
acrylic paint on acrylic panel
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I once knew this girl named Sarah.
She was the funkiest person I’d ever met in my young life.
And she always cut her own hair. Said she’d never stop cutting her own hair and couldn’t understand why ANYONE would pay someone else to cut their hair.
I ran into her years later – she was a dog groomer and still very funky.
Size : 3-inches by 5-inches
acrylic paint on acrylic panel
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