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wordle.net makes awesome free word clouds, I did one of my del.icio.us bookmark tags and i thought it was very amusing and appropriate--

some friends and i ended up doing some line drawings of each other (sparked by danielle, see earlier post), good clean impromptu fun, here are some of mine. no looking down.

my illustration for Kevin's poem titled "Urgent Plea from a Scrambled Egg not to be Eaten" a very very funny one.

Urgent Plea from a Scrambled Egg not to be Eaten

Although I look all soft and fluffy

I'm really rather scruffy

I've lived life on the wrong side of the tracks

My days were long and hard

And I've spent time in the yard

You should have seen my shell- all loaded up with cracks

They whipped me and they beat me

You really should not eat me.

My insides are scrambled and my brains are fried.

I really taste quite awful

Won't you rather have a waffle

With some butter and some syrup on the side?

I see I can't dissuade you,

How bout if I paid you?

You really don't want to see a grown egg cry

But I just don't have the torque

To resist your urgent fork,

So I guess dear friend, this really is good-bye.






And here is another, titled "Bear Child"

Bear Child

Well it's time you were aware

that you're really not a bear

You're growing up,

we thought it's finally time you knew.

You're different from the others,

not as hairy as your brothers

And your sisters growl much louder than you do.

We found you in the forest

A diapered little tourist

You didn't cry, just chewed a brown pine cone

We took you home and got you fed,

laid you in an oak leaf bed

And raised you as if you were our very own.

At first you were confusing

Your skin was much more prone to bruising

When we pawed you like the other baby cubs

We were startled by your scream

When we put you in the stream

You preferred to have your bath time in a tub

And we learned to be more cautious

Since raw salmon made you nauseous

We fed you berries, honey, nuts and fruit

And we learned after a while

That marshmallows made you smile

When we found a human picnic site to loot.

You have hands to open jars

That we find in camper's cars

We were blessed to find you long ago that day

You never hibernate

And your eyesight's truly great

You can spot a trout a hundred feet away

You can't walk on four paws

And you don't have nice sharp claws

At bear-y things you'll never be the best

Though you cannot scale a tree

And you're scared of honey bees

We love you just as much as all the rest

Illustration for the poem "Coral Girl and Lobster Boy"
probably my favorite poem, though my favorite illustration i think might be the scrambled egg one, which i'll post next.

"Phone Alone" is the title of Kevin's poem (and this illustration)
Parts 1 thru 3 are in January posts.

a tap at your table, amazinggg

are better than one

i find more justification to start a collection if it can actually be useful and not just kept in a shoebox or something... so when i started saving funky bottlecaps on a trip to europe, i turned them into fridge magnets. I have them layered and stacked for now but once i can cover the whole door i think i'll tile them out. No duplicates or wine coolers allowed!

Magic Hat caps are my favorite, little poems under every one <3

Two acrylic & oil paintings on wrapped canvas, designed to be frameless and interchangable, sold the near-identical pair as a set last month. Also designed to be hung horizontally or vertically. Yes i like doing that.

the angle was difficult for this photo because i painted it in a hallway

they should be framed.... but i really like them hanging on the hangers for some reason

i didn't make the specialty papers but i did handstitch the birds, my home ec teacher would be so proud

i finally got around to uploading a video montage i made back in 1999... i think the biggest reason i still love it is because i made it on a LINEAR editing machine. What's that, boys and girls, you don't know what that is? Well let me tell you, people used to use something called VHS tapes and they would put one VHS tape into a VCR and copy parts of it onto a blank VHS tape using a LINEAR editing machine. Or something like that. The biggest memory i have was of jamming and breaking the machine when i tried using the tiny-camcorder-tape-inside-the-bigger-tape adapter from my dad's camcorder. I developed some strong enemies in the aspiring film world at that time early on in my career.

acrylic on 24"x48" canvas

used a stamp and tiled them by hand... turns out my hand-eye coordination isn't as bad as i feared it would be

of me. I love it! I look like a cold boston bitch. She would like to disclaim, she was not entirely sober during the making of this drawing. And my hair is not really that blonde.

This was the first illustration i did for kevin, poem titled, "Elevator to the Moon." It would make more sense with the words... but you get the idea.

my. god. this site is hilarious. i can't stop posting them on my friends' facebook pages, they are too amazing.

This illustration accompany's kevin's really funny kids poem titled "Chimp Removal." The text will be laid out on the paper the monkey is holding because at the end of it, because the poem asks you to sign on the dotted line:

Chimp Removal

If your house is full of bad chimpanzees,

If they lounge on your couches and eat all your peas,

If they climb up your draperies as if they were trees,

My chimp chimes will help you to oust them with ease.

My chimes sound like handfuls of jingling keys,

But when chimpanzees hear them, they stop still and freeze,

They'll follow me out, just as quick as you please,

And I'll take them to live with my Great Aunt Louise.

So if you've had your fill of those bad chimpanzees,

If they muddy your carpet and scratch your CD's,

If they've given your family a bad case of fleas,

My chimp chimes will answer your desperate pleas.

And if they smudge up your windows with smears of cream cheese,

If they turn up the heat to one hundred degrees,

If they use your dad's mustache just like a trapeze,

Just sign this agreement, I'll bill you the fees....

_________________________________

Signature

*Sorry, I can't make any guarantees.

I'm currently working on illustrating a book of children's poetry my friend Kevin wrote with his sister, it's been a really fun project. This illustration accompanies the poem titled, "Molly McBing, Best on the Swing." We have a designer who will be laying out the book but here is the poem in plain text:

MOLLY McBING, BEST ON THE SWING

There once was a girl named Molly McBing

And she was an absolute ace on the swing

She’d get so high she’d look down on the trees

With hardly ever a bend in her knees

Then do triple summersault dismounts with ease

Molly McBing

Ace on the swing

So Molly perfected her swinging all day

Doing flips and twists in every possible way

When people saw her they were prompted to say

Molly McBing

Best on the swing

One day Molly decided to try something new

A swing trick that utterly no one could do

Her pulse started racing her confidence grew

Molly McBing

Ace on the swing

She started her swing with a run and a hop

Then she swung so high she just couldn’t stop

She kept on going right over the top

Molly McBing

Went over the swing

When the swing came around and the dust had cleared

What happened was worse than anyone had feared

Molly McBing had dissapeared

Molly McBing

Gone from the swing?

All that was found was Molly’s left shoe

Where she had gone nobody knew

And I kid you not this story is true

Molly McBing

Dissapeared from the swing

So if you’re thinking of trying this move on the swing

Remember what happened to Molly McBing