Hatching

Right now, I’ve got about three brain cells left that still have energy and time enough for art, and this is what they came up with, just a kind of random series of cross-hatchings.

Reliquary

You can’t really tell it too much, but this box has inside of it a bunch of wooden clay tools and beads and other weird objects all painted with black India ink. Sort of like relics, I guess. Like maybe the bones of saints, or perhaps ancient astronauts.

Antenna

After talking it over with my art teacher, I fixed the Radio House piece so that it now has antennas…or antennae, I guess, or however you wanna spell it. In any case, they’re made out of macrame beads, which just goes to show there is a point to being a pack-rat, cause eventually there might actually be a reason to use stuff that’s been hiding in the back of the closet for many many years. Like, you know, stuff left over from the Macrame Robot thing I was gonna make, way back when.

Various New Houses

Here are some more of those folding house-like things. The first one’s called Radio House and the second one’s called Henry’s House. And that’s it for today, I guess.

Walk

I forgot, this is the new front page for the website thing I have to finish by next week. I got rid of my old website ’cause of how it was a boring and embarrassing mess, but maybe this one’ll work slightly better. Maybe. I do know I eventually wanna start drawing in some completely different way, since I’m pretty worn out looking at my own old work, but we’ll see if I can figure out how to change how I make pictures. At least the bird isn’t a butterfly…and there isn’t a crescent moon doing compositional stuff in the night sky, so that’s progress, of a sort.

Low-Res

So these are some pretty fuzzy pictures of some of my project-things, which I’ve got like 1 more week to work on. Fortunately my degree, if I get it, won’t be in photography, ’cause no one should ever give me a degree in that. Anyway, the first piece is called Noisy Neighbor and the second one’s called Bawdy House, not that you can read the bawdy comments and whatever written all over it. Although I guess un-readableness was sort of the point for some reason. Meanwhile, I don’t know about you, but as I upload junk to Ziggy Stardust, I keep getting reminded how extremely heartbreaking the end of the American version of Life on Mars was…and not in the good way, either, but in the really bad way, like those couple of dozen of times some of us got dumped in high school, with like no warning whatsoever. Not that I don’t get it that they planted about ninety clues they were heading straight toward the Mars mission ending, but, jeez louise…I think I kind of on-purpose ignored the clues ’cause they seemed like really bright red herrings. Turned out they were fishy, all right, just not in the traditional misdirective way. Yikes.

Whatever, I still think it was a good show up until the last five minutes, and it was extra-nice for me ’cause my wife unexpectedly liked it, too, even though we have on occasion had heated discussions about the time travel on Lost, and how it works exactly. Anyhow, I guess that’s all I’ve got for now.