It's raining here today.....

Ah, Sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun; Seeking after that sweet golden clime, Where the traveller's journal done; Where the youth pined away with desire, And the pale virgin shrouded in snow, Arise from their graves, and aspire Where my Sunflower wishes to go!

- William Blake, The Sunflower

Recycled Art

feeling blue...?

I got it all...

Well, I got some stuff... but, now at least it is connected.

Website, (updated yesterday), blog(this one) and myspace are now all...as one.

Fun with...

collage

Go & tell it to the trees, yeah.

Yeah, the trees, those useless trees produce the air that i am breathing....

for the boy's (room)

Starting a new painting...

and it goes like this: la la la

Next....

Hand torn rags soaked in tea... wrapped this way and that... for the mummy whose tomb will most likely end up in a plastic storage bin with the Polly Pockets under my daughter's bed.

Eternal Life....

This, yet to be named chunk o plaster, will be given the gift of eternal life by my daughter.... almost as cool as the gift of "make your own MUMMY" from Uncle Mike!

I love....

How cool is Chuck?
http://cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/ver/218/popup/index.php?cl=2118501
(an interview with Chuck Close on Charlie Rose)