A Big Parade

We need a bigger parade.

The Dinner Party

Ahh, it's a lovely time to go to the Dinner Party and visit with friends talking about ideas, experiences, and perhaps, future plans.  Recipes are goo.  Families also join in and may do the Dinner Party monthly.  But here's a print of a more difficult event.  The host and hostess are speaking loudly and over each other, while two lovers, with their backs facing us, have different dreams in their heads.  The print was done first with color in silk screen, followed with the story drawn in lithograph.  It's more funny than serious.  The boy dreams of tickling with a feather.

One bird is crouching, body tightened 'til feathers flying.  The tall bird is trying to intimidate her partner while her feathers pop into the jungle.  Anger has possessed both birds without giving a truth an issue.  A bad critic has given them a bad critique,  Now an art work is absent a flawed finish.  Talent asks for good materials, good design, good color and good labor; a good artist wins now and then.  Talent is a gift that a person works for and searches for...and pomposity forgets the problem. Now the birds only argue, while the Wisdom Butterfly drops a tear.  Next Wednesday I will offer another print and story

I always include friends, artists, and  relatives as well as strangers to enter a story within the print.  I was most often cutting paper, while others enjoy a big world.  How many climb a tree?

It is my parade

Back again, but older

Seven years have hurried by while I had to fix many health issues.  Now I am feeling young and making prints on the press with plenty of dyed colored paper added...and sometimes oil pastel.  Next week I will enter new monotypes.

Calendar page change

What happened to April?  It has been a month of technical challenges from ordinary requests.  For my birthday I bought a Google TV requiring two trips from the Geek Squad, then my two year old computer collapsed (now fixed as you can see), then the garage door acted up, going up and down by itself, and I almost lost my website because my answering machine was disconnected while new carpet was installed.  Haven't had time to install new art.  Haven't had time to create new art.  I'm beginning to feel mean.  Tomorrow is May, a new day.  Keep in touch.