Skip to main content

more is never enough


This is a drawing from my nephew Shawn. He is four. The notations are done by his grandmother. She is considerably older.

Apparently, the 'angels' in Shawn's universe are decidedly British: bad teeth, bad fashion, Dickensian socks with no toes (the haircut, too, is vaguely Malcolm McDowell). The multiple fingers are disturbing but he *seems* happy enough. And why does he live amongst snails and snakes? I thought his side won that war.

* * * * *

Did I tell you about my new gloves? I have new gloves. C was going out to the suburbs to spend a million dollars on tights and corkscrews, so I asked her to pick up a pair of gloves for me. Mine had rips in the fingers (it happens, from being outdoors so much, and throwing Oona's stroller into the storage bins like the bartender manhandling Mickey Rourke in Barfly).

Anyway, she got me new gloves. Good gloves. *Really* good gloves. In fact, if I ever mount an expedition to the Pole, or take up the handling of radioactive waste, I will have the right gloves. In the meantime, however, I can't bend my fingers. Or hold things. I feel like Oona must feel when I put socks over her hands when she's acting up at the dinner table. Yes my hands are warm. In fact, they're sweating.

I don't know why C has this button in her head. I don't know where it comes from. If I asked her for a barbecue lighter, she'd come back with a flamethrower mounted on a helicopter.
Labels:

Comments

  1. Erika Lee @ A Tiny Rocket12:44 pm

    Shawn is so talented! and such a imagination!

    You deserve the new fancy gloves- maybe if you are lucky she will bedazzle it for you!

    ReplyDelete
  2. Kaz12:57 pm

    The snails are excellent!

    ReplyDelete
  3. Elle1:18 pm

    It because she loves you and wants the *best* for you - try experiencing gratitude, you curmudgeon ;)

    ReplyDelete
  4. traci3:22 pm

    i luv barfly!!WANDA!!!!i used to name every new bruise that i couldn't explain wanda.

    ReplyDelete
  5. Kay7:05 pm

    wonderful drawing by your nephew! I have a box full gloves missing their significant other...I am going to start pairing them up..mitten to glove, red to purple..hey artists can do that.

    ReplyDelete
  6. Eryl7:22 pm

    What Elle said.

    ReplyDelete
  7. Susan Schwake12:01 am

    oh snails! they are fun to draw. that is why they appear there. :) nice details shawn!

    and the image of the flame thrower on a helicopter lighting a bbq was exquisite!

    ReplyDelete
  8. Tami Cohen8:08 pm

    kids named shawn (or sean, as is mine) are bound to be weird. great drawing tho.

    ReplyDelete
  9. LDahl10:44 am

    Loved this funny post!

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

the indisputable weight of the ocean

People are always telling me that my work is too dark. So I've put up this sunnier story, but even it has a shadow, as its original publisher – a fine Atlantic Canadian literary magazine called the Gaspereau Review – is no longer in business. ---------------- It was a simple enough thing and that thing was simply this: Edmund Kelley was a gentleman. Of course his mom called him her 'little gentleman', as in 'Oh Edmund, you are my perfect little gentleman,' which did seem to hold to a certain logic that these type of things often follow, considering her affection for him and the fact that he was, after all, only ten years old. Still, Edmund himself was not particularly fond of the diminutive aspect of that title. Gentleman was enough; gentleman summed up the whole thing rather nicely, thank you. He was definitely a more refined version of your average child. He lived in a state of perpetual Sunday m
2 comments
Read more

Oona Balloona (doesn't care about new tables)

Well, it's Friday, and since I'm pretty depleted in the chit-chat department, I might as well put up some pictures of Ol' Giggles At Ghosts before Grandma starts sending me hate mail. Man, what a goofball. At this rate it's going to be, like, eighteen years before she has gainful employment and moves out of the house. I mean, come on . * * * * * C is especially crazy and frantic today. About two months ago she decided that she no longer liked our dining room table (take that, dining room table! no more BFF for you!). Since then she's switched the dining room and kitchen table (and all the rest of the furniture in the house -- about thirty times, but that's another story) as a provisional solution while she scoured area stores for an upgrade. And she thought she had found one, on Wednesday, at JYSK ( Whatever , I said). But when she ordered it, JYSK called back to say that they were really low on stock, and that the stock they did have was damaged, and
44 comments
Read more

glamour, by extension

C is friends with the fashion stylist Rebekah Roy (left in both pics above) ... one of those people who personify calm and smiling success. On her blog she presents glamour in this very sincere, straightforward way ... whether she's taking pictures of people on the street , talking about stain removers , her favourite videos , or attending some glittering party . One minute she's ruminating on hair extensions, and in the next she reveals how she's been featured on the Vogue UK site. A real disarmer and charmer (and this without meeting her yet, although I feel like I know her because we both did our time in Winnipeg). * * * * * Coming home from Russia, we did many bad things. ; mixed media on canvas, 10 x 10 inches. In my own life, the glamour is wholly imagined. * * * * * witches, smoke ; mixed media on canvas, 10 x 10 inches. My second go at this one, and for some reason I'm painting a lot of smoke lately (note to self: tell C that I want to be cremated). *
7 comments
Read more