Dread fifty above more than fifty below"

a spirit minstrel.
singing a song about death and transformation.
(and choosing the wrench.)
i added a spirit mite, near his elbow.
he just looks like he likes to have some skritchers creeping around him.
fingerless long gloves, too.
Fagan-style, a la' oliver twist.
part one of a 5 panel piece i'm working on.
let's hope it turns out dope.

wotan's day,
and June the eleventh.
good times are in store,
and i'm hngry for more....
the natural world  is happening all around me.
here's some highlights:

the river is a source of so much epic-scale hottness.
and also some smaller and more intimate treasures...
in addition to this mainly munched-up little guy,
a whole posse of brook trout hung out all day.
of course, they look like rocks, so all the pics of them came out pretty rocky.
however, with or without pictures that plentiful posse of pisces 
was perfectly pleasing.


talisman-style wood bits.
ever see 'the dark crystal'?
then you probably remember the mystics, (the urRu),
and if you don't know what i'm talking about,
then you NEED to see that movie immediately.
for the rest of you,
get the art of the dark crystal book.
it's so flippin' dope,
it'll leave you stupefied and barefoot,
after blowing your mind and knocking your socks off.
talisman wood bits, ya'll, make more sense after scoping out the mystic section.
wizard sticks, kicked up to eleven.
 

this looks like a llama to me.


did you guys see the movie 'mimic', back in the day?
because i'm almost positive this horrifying mofo was an extra in it.
or is he the mothman?
whoever he is,
he's flippin' huge.
the frank lloyd wright wing pattern is kinda flavorful, i'm sayin'...

berserker barbarian forest ornamentation:

the big heads are up in numbers around here.
slowly, i'll be transforming the woodsly goodness into godshead garden druid dopeness.

check this little guy out.
he doesn't have any friends around him, yet.
but he will, ya'll.

this fella is petty serious, too.
tree-spirits.
c'mon.


the new guy.
he was created in one shot, with the weather on my side,
with jess' brother rob, hangin' out on the porch...
there's a good chance they'll be getting another 'nother friend before the day is out.......


when going to the river, it's important to remove any articles that,
while normally adding some secret agent-style fashion to everyday attire,
will get lost, or ruined when wet.
maybe shootin' guns will happen, maybe not.
art is overflowing out of my head and hands,
and i'd hate to harness it into hollow-point lead lumps and staunch the stream of
lavalicious hottness.....

i'm headed back to the water today, after i collect the largely intact,
but probably still disgusting moose skeleton waiting for me at white mountain tattoo.....
i found my fox skeleton, too.
and later today, i'll probably retrieve that festy beaver body, too.
battle box goodness, ya'll.
pre-orders, you ask?
let me know, and i'll put you on the waiting list.....

this is where i want to be, ya'll.
in the thickness of a thicket of thankfulness.
life is swarming around me like an angry apiary of awesomeness.
blot out the sun, kids,
with the swarmin' stormin' steam of your own hot fire....
for real.

check this out, my ninjas;
northwest airlines called my house last night.
they're sending me a check, for an undisclosed $um,
as a better-late-than-never sorry we lost all your sh!t apology.
i'll take it,
but they still get no love from me....
i spit hot fire, surface to air.
never quiet, never soft.