Autumn!

Bring It

      More T-shirt designs  (acrylic painting/Adobe photoshop)

T-Shirt Design

(Linoleum Block Print)

Magic Eskimo Breath

(Acrylic, glitter on found board 24 x 36)

                    "His continual mistake was he waited for the world's embrace instead of embracing the world."
                                                                                                                                                                       Sir Bernard Barnhart 

Bees, Chairs, Gravy

                                             

                                       To dream of bees denotes pleasant and profitable engagements.
                                       To dream of chairs indicates you will fail to meet an obligation.
                                       To dream of eating gravy is a forecast of failing health.
                                                                                                                    Farmers Almanac -- 1932

Double Standard

 (Acrylic on found board, 20"x5")

I'm sitting inside at the window of Tender Greens (upscale cafeteria style eatery for the urban set) on Sunset near Vine when an older woman squats over a manhole cover and proceeds to take a piss.

It's six-thirty, complete daylight.   She doesn't appear  homeless.  She wears clean clothes and carries a leather purse.   Maybe she's drunk.    Whatever.   She's definitely enjoying a nice, long leisurely whizz ten feet from my gourmet salad, albeit through plate glass.

Disgusted, I look away, but the old lady is taking her sweet time, and I keep glancing up to see what other folks think about this improvised street performance.   But the few people on the sidewalk walk by with a kind of dazed disinterest.  And nobody in the restaurant seems to notice except me.

She finally drops her skirt, moves to the bus bench and takes a seat.  I try to finish my meal, but have no appetite.   On the way home I wonder why I was so disgusted.   If it had been a dog, I would've been fine.   I realize I'm a specie-ist.  (Like a sexist only with species)   But then I think no,  if it had been an attractive, young woman,  I probably would've been strangely aroused.  So I'm just a ageist.  Phew.

P.S.  Next time you're at Tender Greens, order the Southern Fried Chicken Salad -- and sit in the back.