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Thanks to kind folks sharing via the magical roads of the sometimes dark Internetworld, my "Freedom" print of shelter doggies sailing off to adopters suddenly sold quite a bit the last few days, giving
me the funds to help a small pitbull rescue tomorrow. Some previous prints have gone to a local shelter and a couple other rescues.

I have been Santa's elf packing up prints today. I am a VERY very small business, so this amount of shipping all at once is crazy.


You can see the Freedom print here: https://www.etsy.com/listing/152206795/freedom-signed-11x14-giclee-print-to?

I am thinking of a new painting for this purpose. Waiting for a dog or kitty face to give me the right idea.


Was talking to the neighbor about sci-fi movies and how it would suck to be stranded on a hostile planet with monsters.
I hadn't even really finished that sentence when we realized that's kinda where we already are. Sometimes anyway.


I can't paint with oils...

Okay, started playing with acrylics on canvas, which was really fun, but tried to switch over to oils and was banned from the art world for my atrocious attempts. I will have to drop oil for a bit and come back to it or I will end up surrendering paintbrushes. These are the acrylics...


Owls and grumpy little dogs

Here is a clay painting for a friend having a baby soon. It's her nursery colors, and she likes owls. I like owls too, but for some reason I haven't made very many. I think I've only drawn a few since I was a kid...


Now that I think about it, I rarely draw a dog either, and I LOVE dogs. But here is my neighbor's dog in acrylic. I haven't worked big/loose on a canvas in a long time, and it was fun. Well, except for the big fat headache I had the whole time I was doing it.


Sheep cannot sleep either.


I wonder who came up with the idea of counting sheep when you're sleepy, and if they were outside
where there really were sheep to count.

I don't have sheep, but sometimes I try to count nothing in particular backward from 100.  I never make it to zero. Not because I fell asleep, but because I got bored,

Here is another clay painting.


Clay pictures

I like to paint, and I like to sculpt...but there are things about each that I get snagged on and lose interest.

Been making these clay paintings that are a combination of painting and sculpting, but just the fun parts of both.

These are the first two:



These are 5x5 inches, and I'm working on a third that is 5x7. I keep thinking of stuff that would be fun to try, but kinda complicated and much larger. Need to just slowly work my way up to there.


On an unrelated note, I found this enormous tomato worm in the back yard. These used to be on our tomato plants when we had a garden when I was a kid. I love how fat and slow they are, and I can see how this would be a juicy lunch for a bird.

Camera focused on Acorn sunning in the background instead of the worm...


And Angus in the background of the other photo. If you do anything outside, these two are all up in
your business.


Toys and toys

There was just another toy show, and here are some things I made for it. Don't know why the pic is so gritty. I suppose I could slow down long enough for the camera to focus.

The theme of the show was illustrations, including comics, traditional animation and storybooks. So I did Totoro, Pinocchio, my Lonely Sea Monster (I just always wanted to see him 3d), Danny and the Dinosaur (Syd Hoff book), and a sea creature from an Edward Gorey book called The Tuning Fork. Loved an excuse to try Gorey and still get to do a sea monster.

Pinocchio turned out pretty scary, but so is the 1968 version of the book I had as a kid. The illustrations and cover were frightening.


Magic Tricks

I was looking for a different book but happened across this one on Ebay. It's a book of simple magic tricks.

I had this book when I was a kid (or it was my sister's), and I was really excited to see it again. I used to be fascinated and horrified by THIS BOOK. 


Because I guess I was so young (and stupid) when I read it, that I didn't have an accurate grasp on the meaning of a magic trick. I thought this book told how to ACTUALLY MAKE A F$CKING HOLE IN YOUR HAND!  WOW!

And as cool as that would be (for about five minutes), who is brave enough to do such a crazy thing for all time?!! I was a little bit afraid that if I even read about this I would find a hole in my hand.

Then there was this spooky damn handkerchief that could make coins come and go. I didn't own a handkerchief OR a coin, but I might have risked trying this one. My grandma had handkerchiefs in her drawer, but I figured those couldn't possibly be the right kind for this type of awesome feat.


Then there was this hypnotic little ghost who showed us how to write secret messages with lemon juice. Not so scary to try since I'd heard some mention of lemon ink magic on Brady Bunch, but still...that tiny ghost sitting on the lemon. Was he going to show up and help me write? Was I up for that?

Holy crap, yes, he might show up. He even had a name: Willie. The book instructed us to tell our friends we have this little ghost as a helper, which I may or may not have announced to my grade school. 

I kind of wanted him to be my friend and helper, but his eyes were unacceptable. Willie might smile a lot and still kill me in my sleep.

I wish there were more pictures from the interior of the book, as I remember some of them were more traumatizing. So I call this book a smash success. Do the tricks or don't, it still gives plenty of horrific and haunting outcomes to think about when you are barely old enough to read.

Small World

Today I ran across an article about a particular veterinarian in Capistrano Beach, CA, and of all veterinarians on the planet, this happens to have been my dogs' vet when we lived in California a few years ago. This was the period when Acorn began her eye misadventures that led to one visit after another, and eventually she was in one of those satellite dish collars with one eye and really bad nausea from an antibiotic. The doctor warned that she might not be able to keep them down, and sure enough she made nice puddles of red-pill vomit up and down the stairs of our apartment.

One-eyed Acorn

So when Acorn went back to see this vet, he took hold of her satellite dish with both hands and peered inside the cone to ask, "Are we feeling sick, honey?"  And she immediately projectile vomited into his face. What didn't hit his face landed all inside the collar.

It was great.

I mean, it was terrible.

But I still let out a big burst of laughter before I shut it down and said I was sorry. The guy took it really well and made some joke as he cleaned himself up.

Stuff for the fridge door...

I haven't been good about posting things I made lately. At least I can't remember. Earlier I posted some clay bits I was working on....

And here it is finished:

And I made my second owl...

Then this girl and her goblin.

I tried to work on a new story, but can't get anywhere...

When I go look at children's books at the store I realize I'm so horribly out-dated, drawing in ink. Everyone is using computers, and I just seem old and stubborn.

But my full-time job is on a computer, and that's all the staring at a screen I can take for the day. Real pencils touching real paper is still the same treat as it was in kindergarten, only I really hated those big fat beginner pencils with a really dull lead...Oh, and that horrible newsprint paper in the Big Chief paper pads. Blech... And crayons. I hated crayons so much...