Fantasstic

So, I've thought a lot about it. I suppose I made this blog with the intention for it to be family friendly, so people can come look at my artwork in a nice, trusting environment, whatever. But that's just not who I am anymore.

Here's a still life of some fabric
that I drew with charcoal back in 2007.
Original is 27x34 or something.

Sure, I'm a nice person. I won't steal your kid's lollipop and I won't tell you how that blockbuster movie ends even though it is o-so tempting (everybody dies), but you know, I thoroughly enjoy (to use Patrick Star's terminology) "sentence enhancers." I use them. I do. I like spicy sentence sandwiches. So when I start whipping them out, because I will, don't be all surprised and shit. Oh see! There's one now!

I'm happier without the filter. A blog is supposed to be an expression of oneself, yes? So mine shall be.
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It's About Time

You know, I never thought about how the names of years were pronounced. Like... 1995, for example. We say, "Nineteen Ninety Five," as opposed to what it actually is, and that's "One Thousand Nine Hundred Ninety-Five." Which is a lot to say, and I understand perfectly not wanting to put forth any more effort than is absolutely necessary to do something.


Here's a Mandala I made back in 2007.
Painted with acrylics.


Anyway, This never occurred to me until last year, 2010, when people started calling it "Twenty Ten," and after ten years of saying "Two Thousand Something," the sudden conversion from "Two Thousand" to "Twenty" was alarming and uncomfortable, right up until I actually sat down and thought about it. After a realizing I'd been calling the 20th century "Nineteen Whatevers" my whole life, I was like, "Oooh. Well that makes sense then."

So, Twenty Ten it is! (Er... Twenty Eleven, by now, actually, but whatever.)