PING!

Ping. Ping. Ping is a Chinese name and this corresponds with the sound of a dozen or more Chinese guns and pellets that my brother carted over to grandma's this weekend. He had some good ones mixed in too and brought some of his knife creations--when I get those pics, I'll post. Perhaps I'm stretching it here, but we'll say shooting is an art form!
Targets: Paintballs set on golf tees or long darts. (Shhh. and birds. junk birds.)

Trial and Error?

Every once in a while, when I get in the mood to try something 'new', I have a trial go at it. This week I printed out a 6-valued, posterized image and painted right on top of it with every bright, glitzy, and glittery color I could find. Uhhh. Errr. Hmmm. Kitschy Klimt. I'm not sure what to think. I did sell a kitschy painting for $650.00 though... and people seem to like this one!
People actually do this and sell their 'work'. Isn't that cheating? It's just like 'paint-by-number', except the underlying printer's ink bleeds up and discolors everything and not in a good way!
Makes me want to finish an oil painting that I started of Bailey a long time ago...or do the whole thing over only with REAL paint this time....

That's Not a Monkey on My Back....

Well. I've griped about my hip/back pain--3 different doctors, a shot, etc. for months, all to no avail.

But by God, when my back was so scarily tender in a NEW spot on Sunday I implored my son 3 times throughout the day to mark the area EXACTLY with a Sharpie...

"Right here! Right where my finger is touching. Make an X!"
"I didn't feel anything. Mark it!"
"Make an X right here!"

I went to the chiro at 7:30 am Monday morning.
There was no "X".

There was a penis on my back.
A PENIS.
Very funny.

Slumville

Found the pics of my tiny trash buildings. The 'Jail Cell' has real recycled bones and the 'tar' roof is black paint with coffee grounds.
Ed Gein's Tool Shed does not contain anything, but is does have a piece of tanned 'skin' stretched out on its side. You know, in case he wants to make a lampshade.
"Gluttony" is based on one of my fav movies, Se7en--I started gluing down images and words and will someday 'antique' it. (The green word 'Pride' is a sin on another page.)

Sea Circus Card Pieces

Watercolored some bits of tubeworms and coral and coated it with gloss medium...here I'm trying to decide whether to put Bail on the right or the left....hmmm. I'm glad a digital camera and PhotoShop can help me make these excruciatingly tough life decisions. Nate wasn't even really in this pic earlier!

Cobain Circus

Bloogling again,(blog + google searching) I found a really cool 3'D card site and it also had some circus boats--shoulda bookmark't it!
Rats! I lost my Corona and it's after 10 at night and I just tried to go for a jog and Bailey and Nate haven't called in 2 days..... Focus!
I made this trashcrapft this morning but will have to add more glitz.Anyway...here is my Circus Card Creation.

Renovation

Spring Break was an awesome week--spending time with my daughter before she moves; it was fun to hang out here and at their 'barn'.
I also managed to creep around one room of my basement, clearing cobwebs and debris, and sacking up a truckload of mildewy art and assorted costumes and $hit. I was down there thinking, rather bleary-eyed--not from the mold (Bail leaves tomorrow); just thinking of how cleaning wastes one's time when there are millions of other things to do. I threw out some old lace, old boards, metal junk, a broken table...I rearranged some low shelves, boxed up some dishes, swept a shattered black china panther (where did THAT come from?!) and found a tiny mirror. AHA! Enough 'work'--I decided to make....

A METH HOUSE! Yes, a crack house! I couldn't wait to get started on my new project so I threw down the broom and raced outside. I worked for a while, gathering together some supplies and tools and began to carefully contemplate proper procedure of steps.... I even googled "how to make crank" and so far the LAW hasn't shown up yet!

Later, careful not to cut my fingers up on a razor I was using or jab myself with some rusty metal, Bail sat outside on the porch and began working on her own project. Soon Brig and a few friends parked their asses in my truck bed to watch our progress...
"I'm gonna have a crack house!" I announced proudly. (Friend Jesse was still leery of the ratdoll site I'd visited yesterday--"Your moms a freak.") They all rolled their eyes, but seems rather interested in the detail... while Bail said, "Oh, mom-- you make us so proud!" (snicker!)

So here it is, without the future doll, Miz Meth:

Old suitcase, paper-mached/painted...
Rusty nails/screws/hooks/chain/wire...
Metal strips for bent bed legs...
Wire-screen windows...
Rusty woven wire for a cot bottom...
Stained, moldy linen for mattress/pillow...
Torn lace curtains...
Heavy metal 'cd's...

MORE DETAILS TO COME!
(You can see a 'brick' corner of the "Rathaus Hostel" that still sits on the porch from last summer--it stores by odds and ends.)