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Packages...


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.

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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.

Stranded


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.

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This made me think of Invasion of the Body Snatchers, and then this actor, Kevin McCarthy. In the 90's I was waiting for someone to arrive at the airport, and I saw him come out with the other folks from the plane. He was dressed in a nice suit, coat folded over his arm and had a hat. He looked around at the crowd for a second with a sly smile as though he was used to being recognized, but no one reacted at all. It was a weird moment. I wanted to jump up and down and wave, "Hey, it's Body Snatchers guy!" but I just froze there and watched him get on the back of one of those little cars to be whisked away.

I focus on dumb things. I have a very clear picture of his fingernails and the color of his eyes, and the texture on his hat.

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...

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Last Chance




One night when I was a kid a flying saucer landed, and the aliens asked if I would like go with them. Well, they didn't actually ask, but it was implied that I would be very welcome, considering the ship had a super sweet little old-fashioned bed with my name engraved in the wooden headboard. They also offered the super neato made-for-older-kids Blythe doll I'd always wanted, and they smiled with a golden sincerity that rivaled the Great Pumpkin.


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However...I declined their offer because I'm a human, and I figured I should stay here with other humans and find out what happens next, good or bad. Going off on an alien adventure seemed like cheating, as the answer for what happens next is a given: exciting unpredictable awesomeness.

While there have been some good times, I've regretted my supposedly sensible and responsible decision at least six out seven weekdays ever since. 


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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...

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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.

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I've had this headache for five days now. I'm gonna go for a record... No, I can't imagine any accolades for longest headache that would be worth it. Except maybe a cure for all headaches for all time. But that prize isn't going to happen, so I'm more likely to jump off a bridge soon and end the streak.


Sheep cannot sleep either.



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I can't sleep anymore, so the next clay picture was the first thing to cross my mind.
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.

Counting anything works, though, because counting (and anything to do with math) is boring.
Well, sometimes it works. Sometime I try to count backward from 100, but I never make it to zero. Not because
I fell asleep, but because I got bored and started thinking about a giant clock counting down the last days/years
of the universe somewhere, along with other comforting thoughts.

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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:

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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.

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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...

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

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Tea


The summer after I graduated high school I was a waitress at a pizza place. How bad of a waitress I was is a whole other story...

One day this woman who was about 80 came in by herself in the afternoon and just ordered iced tea. She was so polite and full of smiles, really cute. She said she could have tea at home but thought it would be a treat to go out to have some. I liked that she had made this into a little happy event.

I left her some tea, and came back after a few minutes to check on her. She was gone. She had left a couple dollars on the table under a salt shaker, and there was her tea, still completely full. I noticed there was a bunch of white powder at the top of her tea, and I looked at the packets next to the glass. She had accidentally put creamer in her tea instead of sugar. 

I guess she was too embarrassed to show me what she had done, or maybe she thought she would have to buy more tea (she wouldn't). Either way it was terrible. I wished I had walked by sooner so that I could make light about it and say I've done the same thing, and maybe gotten her to stay.

I know this is stupid, but 25 years later I still think about her every time I put sugar in my tea, and I still feel bad that she ran away.

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.

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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. 


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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!
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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.

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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?
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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. 

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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.