Suck it, Rembrandt.

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916811230646970708.post-52630806789928456382008-04-04T10:55:00.007-06:002008-12-11T15:10:44.372-06:002008-12-11T15:10:44.372-06:00Suck it, Rembrandt.This morning, while out and about, I saw the most amazing thing. The kind of thing that never, ever just WALKS on by casually. The kind of thing that you see as stock footage on "Dateline". The kind of thing that makes you look twice and realize how happy you are to be alive and on a planet where these sorts of life-changing events take place. The kind of events, that, if one were smart enough to put one's camera in one's damn purse then one could take a photo of the event for y'all. But, OH FREAKING NO, I could not have the foresight to put my camera in my purse, so here is my best artistic re-creation of: Two 60-70-something identical lady-twins with matching haircuts and outfits, matching bags, matching shoes and same exact body shape crossing the street today, walking in stride with one another: <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTZjrOFLAKg/R_Zd-gb0miI/AAAAAAAABrc/-bJ6s6chCkk/s1600-h/fridayfun3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185435349403605538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTZjrOFLAKg/R_Zd-gb0miI/AAAAAAAABrc/-bJ6s6chCkk/s400/fridayfun3.jpg" border="0" /></a> I know, I'm wasting my time with this cooking thing- surely talent like this should be put on display! I figured, why stop there? A talent like mine needs to be freed! Fly free my colored pencils! Go forth and create beauty for all! Now (drumroll please), I give you- The 2-liter of Mt. Dew wedged in the shrub in front of my neighbor's house: <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTZjrOFLAKg/R_Zd4Ab0mhI/AAAAAAAABrU/Qzb30Yz-oyg/s1600-h/fridayfun2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185435237734455826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTZjrOFLAKg/R_Zd4Ab0mhI/AAAAAAAABrU/Qzb30Yz-oyg/s400/fridayfun2.jpg" border="0" /></a> And, what I consider one of my finest works- Airborne Pooter playing with feathered thingy on a string attached to a stick that Whiskeymarie is wiggling back and forth over her head: <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTZjrOFLAKg/R_ZdwAb0mgI/AAAAAAAABrM/qoV2sMPYk6o/s1600-h/fridayfun1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185435100295502338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTZjrOFLAKg/R_ZdwAb0mgI/AAAAAAAABrM/qoV2sMPYk6o/s400/fridayfun1.jpg" border="0" /></a> I've been moving in a bit of a different direction with my art these days. A little more minimalist, if you will. Years after I am dead and gone, art historians will refer to this as my "spirograph period". Behold... A study of wiggly circle-y thingies in blue and black: <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTZjrOFLAKg/R_Zdmwb0mfI/AAAAAAAABrE/g2p7QN_OD-U/s1600-h/fridayfun4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185434941381712370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTZjrOFLAKg/R_Zdmwb0mfI/AAAAAAAABrE/g2p7QN_OD-U/s400/fridayfun4.jpg" border="0" /></a>Signed copies are available in the museum gift shop. And, just think- you'll be able to say, "I knew her when". Happy Friday, my little stick figures drawn on candy wrappers & splattered with squirrel feces in a protest of "conventional" art. Happy Friday. XOWhiskeymariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16680444919622976790candycanewhiskey@yahoo.com24