Just saw “Hero.” The colors! The colors! The colors! The colors were great. There could have been no plot whatsoever, and I’d have sat through it for twice as long, just watching the visuals. It was a…kung-fu mythology kinda movie. Kinda like “Crouching Tiger,” only more so. People fly. Everyone’s outfit is dramatically color matched […]
Monthly Archives: September 2004
Thanks to James, who spotted Lumpy the squirrel on a feeder and lunged for the camera–and then put on the telephoto, and then set up a tripod, and then had me restrain the cat while he flung the sliding door open–and successfully got a really good photo of Lumpy’s lump. Thanks also to Lumpy for […]
Tired today. I took a nap, so that’s not it, but I feel sort of wrung out. Doodled a bit, but there’s a lack of oomph behind it, and a definite lack of commitment. I feel as if I am a sponge soaked in art, and after squishing and squeezing and wringing, the last drops […]
Neither of these are high art, but they keep me amused when I’m supposed to be painting mercenaries. http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/10316537/ http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/10314691/
See…THIS is why I love ’em. http://www.wombadilliac.com.au/images/darcy/darcy_wombat_face_dec02.jpg (From the people at Russell’s Burrow, without whom “Digger” would be even farther from proper wombat behavior than they are now…) http://www.wombadilliac.com.au/
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/10303949/ Finally tried out the textured clayboard, rather than the smooth stuff I usually use. It was a small piece, so I didn’t go for anything too elaborate, (but YES, Rafferty, it’s a rat/mouse/small nondescript rodent!) but it was interesting. The fact that it can’t buckle makes me happy. It does behave differently, a lot […]
The thing that scares me about the Republican National Convention is, quite frankly, all the “God is on our side!” rhetoric. I have not learned much in twenty-seven years, perhaps, but I HAVE learned that people who think God backs their politics are generally really bad news. I could cite examples, but y’all can think […]
The following comment, left on DA on my pied anteater piece, certainly wins the simile award for the day: Ah, god taht rocks. That rocks as much as if like..SImon and Garfunkle did a folk Death Metal cd called like fucking…uh.. Nailbomb in a Nursery or soemthing! Ladies and Gentlemen, Simon and Garfunkel have left […]
You know your cat is an idiot when you hear yourself utter the phrase “Damnit, Athena, quit lickin’ that cactus!” *sigh*
So last night, I was laying on the couch reading, and James was taking a shower. The water turned off, there were the usual post-shower noises of various body party beings scrubbed and clothes being donned, the bathroom door creaked open, and suddenly there was a wail of horror and despair from that part of […]