Tuesday, September 16, 2008

15 skulls - day 4

I was being put through the Meatgrinder; my expected or at least anticipated meal of coffee ice cream interrupted, fifteen toy skulls ornate and still a bit tacky even without the semi-wet paint covering them, a girl I could have loved if she would just get off my shadow following me around like a paint-splattered siren (the ambulance kind, not the sea ship wrecking kind), and my favorite knife from the 99 cent store, ruined. I did not know where I would go to replace it.


The Meatgrinder was a small butcher shop on the corner, maybe I could replace the knife there.

Monday, September 15, 2008

15 skulls - day 3

With 15 toy skulls painted all the colors of the rainbow, a screaming mimi, and a dull knife due to its apparent use to open fifteen paint cans, I had a lot of things that went together and I wished they had not gotten together at my place.
All I needed was a motive, a crime, and a paying customer and the way things were flying around today I was not sure it was going to end being paid by a knife in the back, the crime being the girl would not shut up about some spilled paint, and no motive as there did not seem to be any purpose as yet this day.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Oona Hart

I'd like to know what happened to Oona Hart, why her last movie was 2002. Where has she gone, what has she been doing since then?
Anyone knows, pass it along.
Much appreciated.

Friday, September 12, 2008

15 skulls -day 2

Early morning ice cream was soon to be a thing of forgotten things to be done this day, or in shortened phrase, not checked off my to-do list, with the shriek heralding a E.T.A. soon (or ASAP) of a female (or "dame" as we call it in the shamus biz) with something to shout about.
"There is paint everywhere! Everywhere!"

Then, things got a bit colorful and I am not talking about her language.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

The 15 Multi-colored Skulls of the day before Friday


Sometimes mysteries start in the oddest of ways, this day's... The day before friday began with the introduction of fifteen bizarre skulls colored all the colors of the rainbow to my life and I had not even had ice cream yet. The weird had just become bizarre but as Sherlock is said to say to Holmes, "The game is afoot" or a skull, in my case.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

"Kid" O.

He is not a geek. See, he has a mohawk. He is contemporary, he is pretty fly for a... Ostrich.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

bare-bones balls & base



I am really... This is a base sketch composition for a potential project. First as inked work and then when the kinks get worked out, a oil paint or series of abstract oil paintings. I promised someone an oil painting nearly ten years ago and I have not done any oil paintings in ten years so this person has first pick (if I ever translate it to oil). These are just the first sketches, and not really what I was envisioning when I started but I guess since I am seeing it in my head in full depth and color instead of flat lines, it is going to seem a little bare and stark.