June 4, 2012

I start out with nothing particular in mind, and after a few weeks of spare time painting it, I arrive nowhere in particular.  I could go on painting this one picture for a long time, making it more and more complex, and I would enjoy doing that, but the painted surface gets rough from so much painting over and redoing things that it becomes difficult to get the fine detail.  So I decide to take the party to another canvas; the painting goes on forever.  This painting is 16 by 20 inches in size.

April 25, 2012
Swing it to the left, and swing it right, or keep it in the middle as you dance through the night. The band are all bugs, but they blow a good line; If you only find your rhythm it’ll all be fine.

Swing it to the left, and swing it right,
or keep it in the middle as you dance through the night.
The band are all bugs, but they blow a good line;
If you only find your rhythm it’ll all be fine.

November 26, 2011
It isn’t rocket science.  

It isn’t rocket science.  

October 24, 2011
The cup questions the spoon; where does the spoon go when it doesn’t go in the cup?  The spoon answers by saying nothing.  The cup swallows hard and says, never mind.  You’re here now.  Sugar, please.

The cup questions the spoon; where does the spoon go when it doesn’t go in the cup?  The spoon answers by saying nothing.  The cup swallows hard and says, never mind.  You’re here now.  Sugar, please.

August 24, 2011
Hey, it isn’t rocket science.

Hey, it isn’t rocket science.

August 23, 2011
You are free to love whomever you will because love makes its own rules, and breaks its own rules.  There are no rules to this game called love, and everyone plays it their own way.  What’s your way?  I bat left and right, both; either.

You are free to love whomever you will because love makes its own rules, and breaks its own rules.  There are no rules to this game called love, and everyone plays it their own way.  What’s your way?  I bat left and right, both; either.

August 15, 2011
Troubadour, or trobairitz?  When does it matter?  There is less difference than similarity.  Gender is a performance.

Troubadour, or trobairitz?  When does it matter?  There is less difference than similarity.  Gender is a performance.


August 7, 2011
Time to swing it, if the music bugs ya.

Time to swing it, if the music bugs ya.

July 18, 2011
There is an angel that lives at the bottom of a lake.

There is an angel that lives at the bottom of a lake.

July 2, 2011
Evangeline wondered what she would look like with a beard.  I wondered the same thing, so I did this art experiment.  The result: I think she looks damned good either way!

Evangeline wondered what she would look like with a beard.  I wondered the same thing, so I did this art experiment.  The result: I think she looks damned good either way!

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