I wish I could promise to lie in the night,

battle birds, y'herrrd?
OH MAN!, that griffin guy and his mini-monsters are ready to reap some ragnarok rewards,
i bought a few of this style of frame, so expect more triptych terrorism in the coming week.
a spear, some axes, and a halberd, too.
choppin' it up, ya'll.....
three panels, inked up, matted, framed, and ready to relocate....
4"x6", and two 3" squares.
the weather has been such a steaming dumplin' of deuce lately,
i can't help but read and draw harder than ever.
the positive result is all the fiery fuego i'm puttin on paper,
and the hot, hard history i'm hoarding in my brain....

half eagle, half lion-man.
like a griffin or a man-sphinx. (without the riddles)
the only question he asks is: where would you like me to chop first?
dig the crenellated cap on his dome.
and the bird-faced sideburns.
those are runes for 'o' and 'm', as in: OH MAN!


i have no idea what this dumpy a-hole's problem is.
i think he dropped something, and he's bending down to get it?
whatever, ya'll.
he's another 'nother griffin-man, sort of the out-of-shape older brother....


berserker grackle.
y'know, grackles. those oil slick colored mini crows?....yeah, those.
body hair and copious plumage, too. and that halberd.
sick.

i'm reading the Welsh masterpiece, 'the Mabinogion'.
everybody humps up everybody else's weiners in it, for sure.
it's so weird.
especially when they all keep turning into animals and having babies by each other, even when they're brothers, and also pigs, or whatever.
lots of bizarre plot twists, and jealous adulterers.
and some magic spells, and even bishops and priests casting insane incantations...
still, there are also lots of chopping arms and legs parts,
so overall, it gets a barbarian thumbs-up.

remember a second ago when i mentioned the doo-doo buttery weather?
yeah.
it has put a powerful pause into the big head building bonanza.

only the first coat, (the under-coat, at that) could be completed,
before the sky began peeing on us for days.
and the mosquitoes are out in such force it looks like it is foggy out.
super-gross.
i wouldn't be surprised if i sprayed some of those bastardly bloodsucking b!tchbags into the big heads.
sacrificial parasites.
dispassionate doomed dryads offered up to the woodland spirits.
thor's day.
let there at least be some epic lightning storms....
that at least is due and fair compensation for the weak-sauce wetness delaying the plans....

savage spearwielding shout-outs to tyrant for handing out some props.
ugliness, son, is just another word for wrench.
if you're in ct., and like bikes, hit my man up, yo.
and speaking of liking bikes and connecticut,
i'll be in connecticut for dinner friday night.
then it's rhode island wedding funtime saturday, until sunday around noonish,
followed by thunderous theatrics in connecticut, again.
afternoon delights with my two terrific tiny half-me homegirls.
and then it's back to New Hampshire on monday.
new england touring.
just what i wanted to be doing all weekend.
great.
anyhow,
you already know i want some Pepe's Pizza in New Haven on friday......

folk life, my ninjas.
art-makey mayhem in the woods.
food, stories, pictures, peoples, life.
life worth livin', i'm sayin'.
i am grateful for the time i have been given.
never quiet, never soft.