Greetings All!

Soon, as a attempt at self discipline and self promotion , Squee and I will change the structure of our blog. To what we're not quite sure..... but change is coming. Yes sir, coming down the tracks like a locomotive! Like the cold north winds that creep into the night and take the green from the leaves. Like pms that comes hopefully only once a month and takes the sweetness from the maidens lips. Ah change.............

I've never been one for change. And even though it is indeed the only thing in life that is constant and guaranteed (along with death and taxes which I also avoid) I have never been a realist when it comes to change. I desire the same pace as Mr. Rogers . Coming home feeding the fish watering the plants and putting on the shoes and sweater. I desire simplicity. And yet I live in constant chaos. As I'm sure most of you do also.

Above is a picture I'm pretty much done with. In local "boutiques" around east nashville and then recently on the web I discovered http://anahata.typepad.com/my_weblog/ . I was completely blown away by her art. Why oh why cant I do that? BAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! Why cant I be this chick!? Just too dang cool.

I took a picture of a baby, in black and white and from there I made stencils and doodles and worked with all the usual stuff and came up with the above. I so badly want to finish her off with resin but I'm pushed for time as she'll go into a show next weekend.


Here's some critters that I took a stab at and in the future might attempt a go at again. Nuff said there.
This piece will go into the art show also. Oh yeah hold on....... http://www.artandinvention.com/
The Art & Invention Gallery! Nestled in the famous 5 points in east Nashville. Home of the Tomato Festival. Womb of all that is artsy in the hood. Kinda sorta affordable for all incomes. A virtual cornucopia of color and texture and sound. And of course right there next to my beloved Wonders on Woodland. Just look at the size of this heifer! Lord almighty! My attempt at the abstract. Perhaps on the night of the show Squee and I shall sport our black berets (once we've bought them) and, whilst sipping Boones Farm shall boldly and loudly critique the art work of the night at hand. We'll laugh and throw our heads back and if giddy enough perhaps I'll get Squee to "whip her hair"!!!! Oh heavens! It is a vision of mine that Squee and I will become graffiti artists with primary mode of travel the motorcycle with side car. Naturally Squee will drive and yours truly will navigate.


Oh yes......... farmers market honey. Local honey. Hopefully..............


yum yum. jams and jellies and relish and chow chow's!!! fetch me some bread and beans!

My sister Donna getting a lesson on identifying an acidic tomato. Simply: if it smells like a tomato........... its acidic. If it has no "smell"......... its not. My kinda lesson!


Having a Martha Stewart moment. Colorful pictures of fruits and veggies.

I love tomatoes. Guys........I LOVE TOMATOES!!!! EVERY DAY FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE.
Squee and I went to an art show at the park a while back. It was hot and rainy day. Thin chicks were getting around scantily clad looking very "eat pray love". is that right? Meanwhile Squee and I were sweating like farm girls. I approached some tents to take pictures and was quickly told NO PICTURES! Whats up with that? Is there anybody out there that can tell me what the deal is there? I dont see signs posting NO PICTURES. What do these artists think we're going to do?

Honestly I dont understand. But this kind man........whos card I lost ages ago , was kind enough to let us take shots of his art. This guy is off the hook !


Killer good shit!!! I'm to the point where I want to do it all! Mostly I find self loathing in that I cant. Waaaaah.

Oh baby! Whats up dude! Preacher man! Cat daddy! Rubberband man! Keep on trucking! Super Fly! Patio o' daddy o'!! Ass whooping mofo!



Shots of the hood. Oh aren't we cool? choke choke.

I need to do updates on my critters. Poor cuss/eddie is having a bad go of it. He's pretty much blind now and spends his time sleeping and peeing in various parts of the house. When he's not sleeping or peeing.......... he's crapping. His little lungs just wheez. I think hes maybe 16 years old now.

Squee and I have rescued our fair share of critters lately. And from rescues and other sources of drama I am pretty much broke. Oh but I'm happy.

Next post I'm going to write on cringe worthy moments. We've all had them. I'm getting this idea from the Iphone App "this american life". I love this app! It really stirs the imagination and it provides me with a few stories of my own. Stories I'd like to share with you. You'll laugh, you'll cry, and possibly gag.

Welcome new followers. I am humbled and flattered by your presence.
Goodnight Wayne.