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for illustration friday ... {communication}

And here's the message: relentless doom and gloom, being ground to dust in the details. Nice card to get at a reading.

the accidental

An accidental depression of the shutter button, not accidentally depressing.

action shots

Okay: not so much action at all, just wall-shots of the work I'm trading on Etsy (trades which are almost done, except for the waiting).

for illustration friday ... {more gravity}

Adverse gravity, a machine to beat it, putting on goggles so you can pretend to fly, if there's others up there just don't get your ass shot off.

for illustration friday ... {gravity}

Gravity (or lack thereof) is the business of magicians, with their floating ideas and suspension of disbelief.

my favourite viking

The third and final (for now) painting I'm doing for Etsy trades , 5 x 7 x 1.5 inches on canvas, mixed media.

tutu boy

The second of three paintings I'm doing for Etsy trades , 6 x 8 x 1.5 inches on canvas, mixed media.

an anniversary

Unlabeled but calling for me to look, once a year or so, in my old-technology box of audio and video cassettes, is the Douglas-Tyson fight of February 11th, 1990. It took place in Tokyo because that was the best place for Buster Douglas to get paid; he was supposed to go down in one or two rounds, and no one in America was very interested in that, while in Japan, at least, Tyson drew crowds as a novelty act, like a King-Kong-Mini with boxing gloves. We all have our moments in the sun. People knew that this was not going to be such a moment for Buster Douglas. What they did expect was for Tyson to punch his lights out. It was only a warm-up for the much bigger payday of Tyson-Holyfield in June. Buster was just grist for the Don King mill. This was, after all, the same Buster who had practically given up against Tony Tucker three years earlier. The Buster who didn't train hard enough, or care enough, or have enough heart. The underperformer. The mother of his son was into the hospita

giraffe man

Currently I have three trades going through my Etsy site: with a photographer in England, a painter in New Brunswick, and a printmaker in Washington. Meaning this is the first of three paintings I'm doing for that, still not knowing which is going to whom.

slow like me

Since her mommy and daddy don't have the internet at home, it's safe to put up this Valentine I made for my niece, Stella (she's three). Somehow (?) she's under the impression (?) that I have an elephant (?). It does make for better phone conversations.

A Bloody Scotsman

So this is my Macbeth, maybe three feet by two feet on canvas (didn't measure before handing it over), looking very regretful for what he's done. The stamps whirling around him are all Queen's-heads. The gallery show he's in, at Studio 22 , is now open. You can see the show ... here .