memorial day, and i can't decide if we should paint the house or have a yard sale

hi-

just thought that i would post up some art to look at- i am your personal museum

thank you now go outside and look at trees and sky

the bear and the dog/100 posts under the belt

apparently this fucking bear is happily trying to steal this dogs lunch and you can tell the dog is pissed-

and apparently i am not a dog person, or a pet person- the dogs in my back yard have sent me into a deep weekend sadness- which i can't get out of- crazy right- that two furry beasts could illicit such grump-

they push over the kids, shove them down the stairs, jump on the counter top and chew on the butter, they shit on every square inch of lawn and garden which has been turned into dirt fields.

one of them even eats my bike and van tires, what the fuck

and yet i paint them- i must be mad, nice party huh, some nut complaining about dogs- maybe someone should take me for a walk-

bigger art slaps your face

now with bigger art, slaps your face and smacks those cocktails out of your hand, what are you doing drinking so much at your age, what's the matter, haven't you figured out how to live with yourself-

you know there are somethings in the ocean you just shouldn't see, that's why i wouldn't want to scuba dive where i surf, because no matter what anyone with a PHD tells you. the ocean is haunted and full of monsters, i know, for i have seen them-

once you become the old person you've been carrying around within yourself you can forget about music and being cute, smelling nice, and you can talk to birds and shit.

i know i always draw and paint images like this, i just can't help it, look how adorable she is, she's going to go swimming and dive with frogs and tadpoles, and plump hens, is she crying or have we just caught her spitting in a newts eye-

maybe she's a witch- wican- whatever.