A new start...

I'm starting a new painting... something very different then I've ever tried before... oh, this is going to be fun!

as our challenge comes to an end

I find my voice has reached far ahead and echos back onto me.
It's wave vibrate my bones; creating a sweet new song.

tri-eyed

Solid... soil

Cat Nap

oh bless you...

reaching in, the storm finds you inside

cat nap sketch

Light sketch, will start painting tonight!

slug love

Bwahahahahahaha...

challenge over due (again)

challenge over due

I see...

still needs a little more work

*** UPDATE ***


Just added a bit more paint... still wet so it looks shiny

setting sun

Into the Valley

showers

update

Still working on this piece. Here are images of the past two days and where i'm going with it... still got more to go though...

Lube

I never realized how much i missed the smell of oils and it's accompanying materials. I haven't painted in about 2 months... I was dumb enough to pack my supplies with the rest of our stuff during move instead of keeping them with me the whole trip. Anyway, I started a new painting last night. Still needs a lot more work but here's a glimpse of what will be consuming my attention for a while. It's 20" X 24"

so you think you can fly?

While at work watching poor souls make fools of themselves for just a teeny weeny bit of notoriety.




Here's a horn frog for you... Sunday night relax session after a busy weekend.

Stacy and her willies

Stacy was a level headed seven year old. She always washed her hands after using the bathroom-if not the evil toilet seat willies would jump up and invisibly attaching themselves to her body causing all the neighborhood dogs to sniff her crotch. She never corrected her mother in public unless she wanted a good bottom beating. And never did she ever talk to strangers plus the occasional relatives during the boring family reunions. It is no surprise then that she would be able to convince the invading cycloptic alien worm creatures not to inflict pain on her town but to just sit down with her for a good pot of tea and butter cookies.

playing catch up and fries-postings for the 11, 12

If you ever get the chance to gaze upon the flesh of desire, you vibrate as it slowly consumes a part of your awareness you didn't even know you'd given up. It grabs you entirely. First slowly like pulling a heavy object. As it takes more and more of you-the faster you get used up.



You blink a few times to adjust your vision, as if it were the first time you acknowledge the activity of looking. You might even give 'em a good rub just to make sure your eye lashes aren't tangled or something. No doubt about it, death bird is staring you right in the eyes. It's a duel that ends with the complete destruction of one or both.

Cidious McVernon (today's post-posted today)

Cidious McVernon was particularly gifted in the avian arts. There was no flying beast that could deny him! So fantastic is his skill that he is able to conjure a top of his wee bald head the Pebble Gloom Muncher Bird-scarcely seen and known for their peculiar habit of flinging turd pebbles at car windshields while one speeds through the highway.

Regulator

give in

I gave myself away. I gave away the need to be a child; to stand on the safe lines of not knowing. I took a bite of Adam's apple and twirled it with my tongue-the juicy chunk of damnation.