Posts Tagged ‘snow’

Weebles wobbles Snowmen

Tuesday, December 3rd, 2013

snowmen

These guys were made with tiny gourds. The seeds inside them make them wobble.
This ornament is going to the Ojai Valley Museum for the art and book fair Dec 6th.
swing

These recent figures appear deceptively simple. There is an intensive process of sanding and re-painting and sanding and re-painting to achieve the organic looking colorations/spots

Final incarnation

Friday, December 2nd, 2011

After glazing and details. I will add a bit of glitter to the snowy area. The girl who swallowed a tree 😀
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In Between

Friday, February 26th, 2010

In between working on Fight Club girls and munnys, I’m working out ideas for hand puppets.

hand puppet

handpuppet

Hand puppet

Today I have to pack up paintings to send to Puerto Rico, I am enchanted with the idea of some of my paintings hanging in the homes of people so far away.

Pugs are snoring. The ducks did not stop by this morn. Jerry is working and I am on the puter with Lorena Mckennit in the background.

Lately I have listened to this over and over, I just love it, of course I am also a red hot chili peppers fan and this version just rocks my boat.

By the Vitamin String Quartet, “Snow, (Hey Oh)”



Referring to the recent news story about a Killer whale at Sea World (or the like) and the trainer who drowned while working with said whale, I don’t think that killer whale should be killed. I think they should put him back in his natural environs. It always amazes me when people blame wild animals for behaving like wild animals. People choose to take a risk when they work with them. Crocodile hunter, that guy who went to alaska to live with bears, that circus trainer who got mauled by that giant white tiger, the lady who’s face got torn off by a chimpanzee, and on and on. Its just crazy, if we aren’t going to eat them maybe we should just let them live their lives the way they were born to do.

Yesterday I drove to work with the top down, at about 65 degrees its perfect for me, I adore the cool wind in my face, its soothing and uplifting. Especially past the ocean, where the sun gently breaks through the breeze.

I keep thinking about a documentary I saw a few days ago on HBO called the Reporter who spends his life reporting atrocities in other countries, how meaningful and rich his life is. And, how difficult it is to continuously report in a way that hopefully exacts change. But his unfailing compassion is what really moved me, inspiring.