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This is one of my "Post card a day" series. I gave myself one hour each day to create a postcard and mail them out the next day. I like the idea of someone getting a fun one of a kind piece of art in the mail.   This poem is a goofy little thing I wrote about a dear friend and a funny little nick-name I gave the place she lives.  I turned it into a postcard and sent it to her.  A treat, for her, for sure. The Culdesac of Apathy "Living in a cold dry land, her heart warm with possibilities, the chooshy overstuffed cramped with furry contentment, making marks on a typed torn page, drawing a connection to the unknown future seen through an amber visor with a woody after taste, all to clear the careful step by step avoidance of icey patches on the the pavement outside a door of fearful steps to a warm bright day."

I saw a spider last night large and black and shiny barely catching the red on her belly running across the street zig zagging around traffic leaping in the air  high above my head I've been in her company many times before she   walks over my belly closer to my face eight eyes  looking into my inefficient two her superiority apparent to us both it is something important she wants to say I scream I wake up I sit up I push her off of my chest      closer to my face I cry I lay there      in the dark, m y skin, like I'd just walked through a dew wet web awake She was still in the room with me eight eyes

It's not like I'm afraid of birds. I don't necessarily like them but they can be pretty to look at, that is until they decide to track you down like a Serengeti panther hunting a caribou. But, I'm getting ahead of myself. It all started out innocently enough, the day was sunny and warm and little did I know we know the avian evil come. As we drove to have what I believed to be a delightful breakfast with friends, a gaggle (or should I say gang) of geese came walking across the road. They sauntered across (reminding me of a children's rendition of West side story) confident in their knowledge, they owned the road. It was innocent enough until they all stopped, like the rehearsed it, and turned to stare at us. Scary, you bet, like a Stephen King movie, scary. I yelled, turn around and floor it. The geese from hell are gonna get us. My friends and I laughing till we thought we would pee. We decided to name the head goose Stewart. The birds in ...

This was my attempt at a cute animal something or other. I could't get the idea of a cat with nine tails, out of my head.  That led to a group of animals that each had a number on their belly.   I like it's simple contour lines. I also decided they would all have masks, not sure why but I liked the way it looked.  I've always drawn this way, in a very linier way, flat and cartoon like.  Influenced by too any comic books as a child. I have a whole set of characters like this.  

I remember my afternoons as a teenager.  As school ended and I'd walk home alone.  My younger brother went to another school and someone would go pick him up, an aunt, a cousin or a friend.   This let me have some much needed alone time.  It was always quiet when I got home.  A time when I was alone and could do what I wanted and be with my own thoughts.  It usually, and still does, mean watching TV.  I loved to sit with a PB&J and watch Batman.  I obsessed over the show and had almost every related toy you could think of.  I couldn't resist the colors, the music and the groovy way it was done. But the best thing to ever happen was "Batgirl". She was fabulous.  I mean think about it, a bookworm by day and a crime fighter by night.  I could do that.   So began my love for Batgirl an my full on gay coming to the surface.  I remember wanting to be Batgirl, one year for Halloween and like that old Charlie Brown...

Another of the postcard series, I wanted a simple black and white drawing of a face.  I was reading an article on Dali and here it is.                                       I think I may have captured the uniqueness of the man.  I did make some crazy eyes :-)    I particularly like the way I did the hair.  It has alot of volume and fullness.  Not sure what the background is about.  I got into the pattern and just let it happen. I want to do more of these type drawings. I used to hate the way I draw but I've grown to enjoy the process and how my drawings grow change and turn out.