.
.
Scene from the Armadillo Opera “Das Peterbuilt”. (drawn awhile back, forgot to upload…)
.
.
Scene from the Armadillo Opera “Das Peterbuilt”. (drawn awhile back, forgot to upload…)
Posted in fridge door, without words
.
just finished this painting, don’t think i painted all summer… so i was nervous about starting. but it went okay.
click for larger image here
here’s detail pics of the ducks.
.
ghk
.
.
drawing of a heron. i want to try it again… but different. i got some books about Birds from the library because i love them and think about them a lot and make drawings with birds in them, but i’m not very good at drawing them… it’s not so easy to draw a Pelican, a Cormorant, a Heron to where folks recognize what they are.
my my i’ve been busy this week. i have ten grant applications to finish and at the same time trying to put together a fundraising event and help plan a capital campaign.
it’s one of those days where doodling at work may be the best i can do for the next 24 hours. (yes, i have to draw every day. or i will go all green and hulky on people.)
so, today, i present to you, “grant app cat.”
this cat has a nice mellow, low, sophisticated male voice.
here it is walking away.
i was looking through some journals from a couple years ago last night. i found this little story i wrote about a giant squid. it wasn’t planned to be a story, i was trying to write down my thoughts i had…a counselor had told me to try and slow down these thoughts, be mindful of them, and manipulate them when i can. i was constantly thinking of jumping into water, and started writing about this and describing and drawing pictures of it…
” I imagine myself diving down until i meet a giant squid. Have I written this down yet? I don’t think so.
I dive down and walk along the ocean floor. Until I see a giant squid. I tell him, or her,
‘Giant Squid… I don’t know why I am alive. I know what my nature is, but many people do not see what I do. I spend a lot of time alone. My life’s drama, my successes, my failures, they are all made alone, in the dark of my own self. Why do I go on? Why do I not make myself vanish and cease? Or have I already?’
LEGIBLE TEXT:
“MONKEY COGNITION MAKES LEAPS AND BOUNDS”
from the Daily Myopic Examiner
New Orleans- Scientists worldwide are collectively releasing research documents proving great advances in the intelligence of monkeys. “It is possible that monkeys have always been this intelligent, just without us Homosapiens being aware of it,” says Trudy Oldham of Boston University- “But I doubt it!” adds her co-researcher, Ken Pooks.
The research documents list several dozen instances of monkeys involved in activities both inside research laboratories and out. In Burlington, Vermont, a spider monkey appeared at a local hot dog eating contest-not only winning it, but tripling the local record by consuming 270 dogs. At a zoo in Fargo, North Dakota, zookeepers working in the primate facility noticed odd behavior in a chimpanzee. After much analysis, they claim that “Cooper” was drawing line graphs of his and other chimps’ sex drives on the wall of his holding pen, using his own feces to do so. “It’s possible [Cooper] was copying the behavior of the researchers who observed him,” said Ron Butch, a keeper at the zoo. At MIT, lab chimps have been given computers with internet capability as part of an experiment. The researchers were delighted when one chimp began receiving emails from another. Continue reading
A large pastel drawing from 2007. It was “spring” in Seattle, which is rainy and cool. The first thoughts of moving back to Oklahoma growing inside. A person can swim in Seattle, but even in midsummer it’s cold water. Was missing those same-as-body-temp, cloudy orange lakes back home that feel like swimming in a hug.
And the snake? From so many times that people around me have been frightened of blacksnakes. Killing them, or screaming as I tried to handle it and move it out of harms way.
At the time I drew this I was having depression and mental illness problems and very frightened of myself. Never felt that way before. I don’t know the words to describe this in words, but drawing the picture made me feel a lot better.