Tuesday, February 7

blocked up.

before i got busy tattbombing yesterday,
i got a little bit expert on some old timey sh!t.
uh-huh.
that's right-
early morning woodsly goodness folk art action,
for everybody's face.
the limited edition first printing of my newest picture.
linoleum-style cork-poppin' block business,
complete with activated nutrients and moustachio madness.
teleport to the past via the future, neighbors:
Folk Life & Liberty.
we doo-doo that kind of really rural rustic art jauns.
18" x 10.5" of an old balding ninja talking noise,
and talking in picturesque speech, i suppose,
in a garden,
wearing a too-small or maybe just right, bowler hat.
c'mon.
who wants one?
well,
that's  cool.
i might give one away,
just one,
if somebody asked reaaaally nicely.
just sayin'.
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i've got a couple more blocks to finish.
i've also got a bunch of drawings to do.
i've also got an out-of-town guest who needs
seeing to and sightseeing and all that, too.
busy busy busy, b!tchbags.
that's how it goes.
a whole lot of nothing gives way to
all of it really happening all at once.
that's what it is;
never quiet, never soft.....

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