Tiger Art.

So, I'm sittin' around one day, and I said to myself, "why don't I go and paint some tigers out in space?" and so, I start researching tigers and space, and it looks like I'm beaten to the punch. dang.

Majestic Wolf Face

I bought this new work of art from a friend of mine. It's like something I wish I could make. I think it doubles as a trivet for hot pans (at least that's what I've been using it for when it's not on my wall lookin' all bad-ass). Man, I also wish I could scat.

A New Piece!

I did this piece recently and I think it really covers my feminine side. (Captures it pretty darn good if I say so myself).

My Auto Biography, Part 4. Paragraph 4

Father wasn’t around much after I turned 6 years old. For several months we thought he had run off, but then we realized he had taken on two new shifts at the button factory. He worked 8am to 8am every day of the week, but he got a half day off on Christmas. He said during his breaks he would take naps under the conveyor belt, where it was warm and dark. Since Father was away and Mum was busy drinking tea and changing diapers, the rest of us had to make our own fun when we wasn’t in school. One summer – I was seven years old – my older brother Pappy invented a game we used to call “throw up”. Each of us found a rock, or stick, or brick or something and tried to throw it up on the roof of the tool shed. If none of us got it on the roof, we kept throwing until someone did. When somebody did reach the roof, I think we just kept on throwin stuff. That was a great summer!

My Autobiography, Part 3. Paragraph 3

Mum was something else, for sure. Birthin me and Tanika in a parking lot like that, and then runnin by the post office on her way home! I don’t think the doctor even knew we was born until he counted heads at our next family check up. Problem was, Mum’s spunk was actually caused by a chemical addiction. I was 32 an the last little one, Flocinda, had just been born. Mum’s blood tests showed an unusually high count of C7H5NO3S: saccharine. After years of denial, we all had to come to terms with the fact that Mum had a Sweet Tea addiction. Thing is, without it, she didn’t have the energy to change one diaper, let alone 13. So we just let her keep on drinking.

I done been beat by a robot bird.

I saw this after my initial idea. Shoot.

Idea for maybe the best art ever.

I've been thinking about painting on an old album cover of the band Judas Priest. But covering up that razor blade on there with some kind of eagle head (to make it patriotic). Then I'd like to take some spray paint and make it look like it has some graffiti on it. I think I could do it.

I'll get to it..

My new year's resolution is "I'll get to it when I'm good and ready and let God sort it out!" I think my second resolution would be "Ride the snake and try to be more of a poet like Jim Morrison."