Still Thinking of a Witty Title
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Monday, December 16, 2013
Thursday, November 7, 2013
SkADaMo Days 5, 6, & 7
Day 5
Day 6
I spent the morning of Nov 6 making a Christmas card for a local child who recently learned his cancer treatment was not working. He may not make it to Dec 25, so his community is bring Christmas to him early. They've decorated the town with lots of lights and decorations, and a friend of the family asked that individuals send him Christmas cards. Cancer is a horrible disease, but seems even more evil when it shortens the life of a child. So my sketch is a reflection of how I was feeling: Lost and a bit blue.
Day 7
Thanks to the "check engine" light coming on in my car, I got to sit at the repair shop for about 3 hours. Good thing I grabbed my sketchbook before I ran out the door!
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
SkADaMo Day 3 and Day 4
Arrgh!! It's still the first week and I'm already a day behind!
Here are my sketches for Day 3 and Day 4. Enjoy!
Here are my sketches for Day 3 and Day 4. Enjoy!
Day 3
Day 4
Saturday, November 2, 2013
2013 SkADaMo
I've decided to abandon NANOWRIMO this year. Instead, I'll be trying my hand at drawing 30 characters in the 30 days of November. Let's see how long I last!
Day 1
Day 2
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Poems on the Fly: Day 3
Mean Words
The world is full of mean words
I'm sure we've all heard one or two
Maybe even three or four
Hundred
Thousand
Perhaps even more
It seems strange that a single word
Has the power to ruin a day
Bring up past pains
Make you shrink away
The world is full of mean words
Yet, I've seen kindness, too
A simple gesture
Seemingly so small
Bestowed on the downtrodden
Inspires hope after all
So
Will you believe the slimy syllables
As they slip from sullen lips
Or embrace the warmth of others
Whose love mean words cannot eclipse
The world is full of mean words
I'm sure we've all heard one or two
Maybe even three or four
Hundred
Thousand
Perhaps even more
It seems strange that a single word
Has the power to ruin a day
Bring up past pains
Make you shrink away
The world is full of mean words
Yet, I've seen kindness, too
A simple gesture
Seemingly so small
Bestowed on the downtrodden
Inspires hope after all
So
Will you believe the slimy syllables
As they slip from sullen lips
Or embrace the warmth of others
Whose love mean words cannot eclipse
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Poems on the Fly: Day 2
The Lancer Lady
[Dedicated to the lady driving the black Lancer this morning.]
Speed, speed, speed!
You must have somewhere important to be.
Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze!
You think you can just cut in front of me?
Stare, stare, stare!
What are you looking at? My gorgeous hair?
Speed, speed, speed!
That was a red light, or couldn't you see?
Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze!
You're gonna get hit! Oh, gosh! Oh, geeze!
Stare, stare, stare!
Hello, again. Yup, I'm right behind you. Despite stopping at that red light and waiting in the long line of cars as the school bus slumbered up that steep hill, I still managed to get to this spot the same time you did. And, I didn't endanger any lives or any car fenders.
Idiot.
[Dedicated to the lady driving the black Lancer this morning.]
Speed, speed, speed!
You must have somewhere important to be.
Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze!
You think you can just cut in front of me?
Stare, stare, stare!
What are you looking at? My gorgeous hair?
Speed, speed, speed!
That was a red light, or couldn't you see?
Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze!
You're gonna get hit! Oh, gosh! Oh, geeze!
Stare, stare, stare!
Hello, again. Yup, I'm right behind you. Despite stopping at that red light and waiting in the long line of cars as the school bus slumbered up that steep hill, I still managed to get to this spot the same time you did. And, I didn't endanger any lives or any car fenders.
Idiot.
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