Ozzy is my dear friend. He came along when I needed companionship and distraction, when my job was eliminated in 2009.
He is a pain in the ass.
At a loss for something to sketch this morning, I asked Malin Ellisdotter Hellesø what she thought (https://malinhphotography.wordpress.com).
Her reply – Zombies. But I have to say that the entire time, I kept thinking of Donald Trump and his miserable circus act.
I guess both zombies and Donald are one and the same. Since he keeps coming back, maybe he is. Thank you Malin for my nightmare.
I am the walrus
Goo goo g’ joob goo goo g’ joob
Pencil wash sans ink. Yup, no fine lines, only pencil and a bit of Prismacolor, plus Dr. Ph. Martin watercolors.
Like it.
I used to ride a Ducati Monster, and now miss it dearly. Among all the bikes I owned, it was my favorite. It made kickass sounds in shades of black in muted chrome. Plus, it was my only transportation year-round.
If it snowed, I found a groove in the road and off I slid. The most frightening experience was riding in hail, but can’t tell you why. It was a been there, done that sort of thing.
The image is how I looked in my mind’s eye. Yeah, the baddass artist from hell. The one who scared himself too many times.
The wind is stirring my dirt, with rain and scents in crisped and brown. You are here, time wound, now sprung. Floating delivery, you brought me here.
Early this morning, I was inspired by Malin Ellisdotter’s post, “Autumn Lips” (https://malinhphotography.wordpress.com/2015/10/27/autumn-lips/?c=12050#comment-12050). It touched my elegant sensibility, aesthetic and surrealist memory.
All day long, I thought of this image and decided to re-interpret for myself. Fortunately for her image’s integrity, I veered left and got out of her woods. None the less, the creativity that landed early, enabled a looseness and convenience for my presentation.
Thank you Malin for your image and inspiration. One admission though. Her black and white image became a looking glass impression to my black.
Let’s imagine a student in class today who said, “I am going to stab you in your head and then shit and pee on your grave”, and me saying “OK”.
What else could I say?
The kid was angry and lost it for about 2 hours. It’s difficult not to fall into the trap, feel threatened and angry with a 10-year-old. However, I don’t, never will and kept my senses clear.
This painting is what I felt, what I knew could have happened. Another time. Another place.
Uh huh.
Thank you Rebecca (http://www.thepaintedpear.com) for inspiring me to try something just with line and form. After looking at your site today, I definitely grew hungry to do a selfie with a more accurate interpretation of self. Of course accurate and interpretation may not balance to all, but to me they are inclusive and as real as it gets.
Anyway, no color necessary and a welcome adventure into the black, using my handmade paper. Yes, it was a quickie for me.
A couple of hours ain’t nothing.
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