upon joining the line up to go into school,
give me a kiss says i
bea says
kiss my backpack
Monday, February 28, 2005
Sunday, February 27, 2005
store
inside the guitar store
smells of wood and nice testesterone
from all the little rooms
and men stumming sweetly
smells of wood and nice testesterone
from all the little rooms
and men stumming sweetly
Thursday, February 24, 2005
thursday
ever read sweet thursday by that guy you know
well it is and it was
my thursday
began on the mat
with my new best friend mr. rodney (yoga) yee
he doesn't know me
then i wore a scarf hot pink
with a hat, chocolate brown felt
and a navyblue duffel coat
and boots to the knee
and warm mittens polar fleece olive drab
we walk to school
arrive on time
oh yeah ate the largest apple ever
and remember picking them off the tree
technique learnt 'eye to the sky' twist and pull
warm from the sun
fresh and juicy too
i digress
lots of digressing
i made ratatouille
even though no one seems to love it like me
oh yeah and spyed a secret,
i can't tell...
pick up
wrap head
hurry home
lunch with our friends
little a for you
big l for me
i always learn from this
how to defrost chicken
and not die this week
i missed that lesson
maybe under the coffee table
drawing and dreaming away
i am too involved in cleaning
and the products that once made me nauseous
now make me high
and i like it, too much maybe
i like the sparkle
my day full of run on sentences
and incomplete participles
oh and the snow
individual flakes
on navy duffel coat
another world
small smaller than this
yes, instead of prayer
always grateful
and the occasional
nod to the gods
in the shrine
and out
then my he
comes home
after a short nap
i cook some more
feed everyone
mingle grease and cleanser
and dance my way back up
up up and away
a very nice day
thursday
sweet
today
well it is and it was
my thursday
began on the mat
with my new best friend mr. rodney (yoga) yee
he doesn't know me
then i wore a scarf hot pink
with a hat, chocolate brown felt
and a navyblue duffel coat
and boots to the knee
and warm mittens polar fleece olive drab
we walk to school
arrive on time
oh yeah ate the largest apple ever
and remember picking them off the tree
technique learnt 'eye to the sky' twist and pull
warm from the sun
fresh and juicy too
i digress
lots of digressing
i made ratatouille
even though no one seems to love it like me
oh yeah and spyed a secret,
i can't tell...
pick up
wrap head
hurry home
lunch with our friends
little a for you
big l for me
i always learn from this
how to defrost chicken
and not die this week
i missed that lesson
maybe under the coffee table
drawing and dreaming away
i am too involved in cleaning
and the products that once made me nauseous
now make me high
and i like it, too much maybe
i like the sparkle
my day full of run on sentences
and incomplete participles
oh and the snow
individual flakes
on navy duffel coat
another world
small smaller than this
yes, instead of prayer
always grateful
and the occasional
nod to the gods
in the shrine
and out
then my he
comes home
after a short nap
i cook some more
feed everyone
mingle grease and cleanser
and dance my way back up
up up and away
a very nice day
thursday
sweet
today
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
bunny in wonderland
made in fits and starts from the 'wonderland cortex in my brain' of wool, embroidery thread and a brown shoe lace, pictured here in a neverland sort of place. his name is harold.
as part of a month of softies he was conjured, see more softies at www.loobylu.com. this months theme "alice in wonderland"
as part of a month of softies he was conjured, see more softies at www.loobylu.com. this months theme "alice in wonderland"
red bucket
i bought myself a new bucket
so red sexy shiny
and i filled it up
with steaming hot water
and the muscular mr. clean
we went down
on the floor
and covered all the bases
from the corner of the kitchen
to behind the toilet tank
we went there
holding hands
the smell medicinal
lingered in the nostrils
a headyness let me
float to the living room
to get out the vacuum
and cruise around the imitation persian rug
don't be jealous mr. clean
i save the wet spots for you
so red sexy shiny
and i filled it up
with steaming hot water
and the muscular mr. clean
we went down
on the floor
and covered all the bases
from the corner of the kitchen
to behind the toilet tank
we went there
holding hands
the smell medicinal
lingered in the nostrils
a headyness let me
float to the living room
to get out the vacuum
and cruise around the imitation persian rug
don't be jealous mr. clean
i save the wet spots for you
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
sorrow
for illustration friday click on sorrow to see the other images, click on this image to see it bigger and to see other sad images look at the other pictures i loaded into my flickr site, featuring sorrow themes such as, lost, broken, and broken heart....interesting to depart from joy, but perhaps next week we can embrace something a little less february like...
Monday, February 21, 2005
Friday, February 18, 2005
bohemian laundry
a few things to be said,
if all your clothing is black it looks clean even if it isn't
if you have no laundry you need not have washer and dryer worries
i have laundry,
i have no washer and dryer
i am so hung out
to dry
a birthday approaches
my mid life crisis
has to do with
shlepping laundry
perhaps a new career is in order
one where i do not have to have the correct change
or maybe a whole new approach
thinking outside the washer
and dreaming up disposible clothing
and edible towels and bedding
if all your clothing is black it looks clean even if it isn't
if you have no laundry you need not have washer and dryer worries
i have laundry,
i have no washer and dryer
i am so hung out
to dry
a birthday approaches
my mid life crisis
has to do with
shlepping laundry
perhaps a new career is in order
one where i do not have to have the correct change
or maybe a whole new approach
thinking outside the washer
and dreaming up disposible clothing
and edible towels and bedding
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
flight
for illustration friday, flight of fancy...flight of the imagination, a place one goes when they sleep perhaps...
Monday, February 14, 2005
Sunday, February 13, 2005
no trouble with tired
tired wrinkles my forehead
sleep wants to seep in
back off drink of tea
nothing seems as good as slumber
a party for me
tired makes me nappish
slap happy giddy,
say yes,
like kiki
in 1920's paris
say ahh,
snooze
embrace sleepy
forget focus
dream
smell the chicken in the oven
listen to the boy in the frock
a formal occasion
coming out to play
listen to the word 'snooze'
melt it
bend it
flop down
sleep wants to seep in
back off drink of tea
nothing seems as good as slumber
a party for me
tired makes me nappish
slap happy giddy,
say yes,
like kiki
in 1920's paris
say ahh,
snooze
embrace sleepy
forget focus
dream
smell the chicken in the oven
listen to the boy in the frock
a formal occasion
coming out to play
listen to the word 'snooze'
melt it
bend it
flop down
Saturday, February 12, 2005
Friday, February 11, 2005
Thursday, February 10, 2005
soft snow fall
powdery and polite
asking no questions,
you lean into this
morning trip.
red sleigh in soft snow.
asking no questions,
you lean into this
morning trip.
red sleigh in soft snow.
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
bits and pieces
come on into this suitcase of mine and rummage around
never mind the slight smell of mould and mildew, it happens
it is old
i am a broken mirror these days
fractured
unfocused
hence forth the bits and pieces
slight bug?
pms?
between the lines
the not knowing
in between space
pema chodron says "lean into the points"
i am. It isn't comfortable but it is here and now.
many changes
discombobulated of late
now where was that train
of thought
that already threaded needle
the scissors
i don't have the foggyist
not a clue
not a clue
not a clue
never mind the slight smell of mould and mildew, it happens
it is old
i am a broken mirror these days
fractured
unfocused
hence forth the bits and pieces
slight bug?
pms?
between the lines
the not knowing
in between space
pema chodron says "lean into the points"
i am. It isn't comfortable but it is here and now.
many changes
discombobulated of late
now where was that train
of thought
that already threaded needle
the scissors
i don't have the foggyist
not a clue
not a clue
not a clue
Monday, February 07, 2005
more from the laundromat
i will call this nameless place
the scarey laundromat
a drunk as skunk man
at 11 in the morning
took my seat,
how rude
and started babbling
in he started 'baby doll'
enough of that
i stamped my foot
hard
with back to him
and he shudup
the scarey laundromat
a drunk as skunk man
at 11 in the morning
took my seat,
how rude
and started babbling
in he started 'baby doll'
enough of that
i stamped my foot
hard
with back to him
and he shudup
Saturday, February 05, 2005
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Friends Kim and Bea
another one for illustrationfriday.com check out my homage to Frieda, scroll down to see it under 'friendship'
leaves fall
i am standing in a small pile of old leaves
fallen from the trees of others
and not knowing what to say
or how to draw it
the leaves now dead or dying
crunch and crackle
the brittle is felt up and down the spin
fallen from the trees of others
and not knowing what to say
or how to draw it
the leaves now dead or dying
crunch and crackle
the brittle is felt up and down the spin
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
because
because i have so much to say
but don't know where to start
because bratwurst is a sausage
and isn't any judgement on the type of child you have
because 1920's Paris seemed really crazy and open
because this isn't that time
because in some parts of the world lipstick is illegal
i will tell you this
come closer
feel the heat of this whisper
it is all okay
really
just be yourself
because.
but don't know where to start
because bratwurst is a sausage
and isn't any judgement on the type of child you have
because 1920's Paris seemed really crazy and open
because this isn't that time
because in some parts of the world lipstick is illegal
i will tell you this
come closer
feel the heat of this whisper
it is all okay
really
just be yourself
because.
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
a small patch
Here is my little contribution to a project that I thank Marta and Ester for doing. Thank you. They have organized the making of a quilt to be auctioned off to raise funds for Tsunami relief. To find out more please go to
http://kukulla.tripod.com/tsunami/tsunami.html
http://kukulla.tripod.com/tsunami/tsunami.html
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