Sunday, October 25, 2009
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Friday, October 23, 2009
The "hey-there sailor" picture of Emily and the Kelly carving picture did not turn out. I'm still working out how to use that damn camera. Sometimes the pictures are great - sometimes not. I can't blame the camera for that. Operator error all the way.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
I used old bank statements and other paper destined for the burn barrel. It's a great way to recycle.
For the second layer I used brown paper bags. On Stoll's site he gives all sorts of basic how-to information. It's a pretty flexible craft, in terms of glue to flour ratios and types of paper you can use, but we'll see how the actual painting part goes. Painting requires artistic ability and could very well be a disaster for me. Anyway, it's so much fun. I love papercrafts and rarely do anything sculptural that isn't modular (ie: folding the same model over and over again). Tonight, I paint. Wish me luck!
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
The ceremony was at the Selma Center. The weather was blustery (like Chuck) but the rain held and there was even some rays of sunshine to highlight the coppery tones of the dragon.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Whatever you do, do NOT let an amped-up crotchet stud like this enter your calm & tidy abode, after all, this is Cave Junction. One minute you are contemplating the beauty of serpentine-influenced flora and the next minute you've got braided aqua-marine terrycloth racing stripes glued to your rusty new 1983 Camaro and a crocheted hanging fruit basket. But there ain't nothing fruity about that gun show to the right, folks.
Look at the size of those balls, of yarn. Almost done, this will be such a great floor mat for my broke-down cinder-blocked monster truck. Scientists first discovered the testosterone molecule using crochet hooks. It's a fact, Google it!
The pattern represents the life of the hallowed & illustrious & chaw-rific tobacco plant. Green vibrant earthly, freshly the joy germinates; then brown & seasoned, perfect for a packed oozing lip-full; alas my friends and we are full circle, green again the color of my nauseated, jaundiced face after the holy tobacco plant has made me one with Gaia.