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{from Wikipedia: A bugbear, also called a "boogerbear", is a legendary creature comparable to the bogeyman, bogey, bugaboo, hobgoblin and other creatures of folklore, all of which were historically used in some cultures to frighten disobedient children. In medieval England, for instance, the Bugbear was a creepy and gigantic bear that lurked in the woods; children were warned not to stray too far from home or misbehave, for "the Bugbear will get you".} My own Bugbear is rather more badger-ish, and wears children's pajamas for skulking around the basement and in the trees behind the house.

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Digging through, editing, discarding old photographs ... this one seemed vaguely on point (with the IF theme this week), something dreamed and shadowy.

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the Ten Thousand Swallows to Heaven Campaign, mixed media on canvas, 8 x 8 inches, the string series continues.

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Reading David Boring. Is David, in fact, boring? Not at all: he wanders into sex with big-bummed girls, becoming obsessed with one of them, while at the same time obsessing over his dead dad's career as a comic-book artist, gets shot in the head, gets marooned on an island, and is witness to one corpse after another.
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  1. Anonymous10:19 am

    I love your bugbear. You have such a great style. Was also already looking at your new painting on flicker. I really love it, quite disturbing.

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  2. Willie Baronet12:09 pm

    Nice work!

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  3. Cecilia Levy2:20 pm

    wonderful bugbear (looks just like my dog)

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  4. Amy G.9:12 pm

    I love the bugbear, too! I'm not sure how you found my garden blog, but I am glad you did... I will add this blog to my links on my art blog.

    Phew!

    Regards!

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