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Showing posts with label story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label story. Show all posts
Wednesday, August 29, 2018
Friday, June 15, 2018
Proof prints
Finally proofing this one.
Testing out some papers.
A larger Kitakata from Hiromi is giving me the best print.
Paper is a little thinner than the Kitakata of the smaller size that I expected to be printing upon,
but the image kept growing
and now I"m needing to find another paper
that works for the kind of cutting I do.
Thursday, July 14, 2016
Rubbings from the Betty Blocks
These are only rubbings of what some are calling
the Betty Blocks.
Five are completed,
Labels:
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cat stories,
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rubbings,
story,
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Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Christmas Story
Oh, dear! It is Christmas Eve!
I've done NOTHING but draw for money$, which is good...
BUT, also good
was bringing the Rooster back from a hopeful adaption,
thinking he would have a better life elsewhere.
A high end coop with gorgeous chickens didn't interest him.
Nor did the company of alpacas at the far end of the field.
Two weeks...he made no friends,
refused to roost in the coop or trees.
Sooner or later he'd be eaten by coyotes who would find him sleeping alone in the fields.
I slipped his harness on, and we got into the car.
He let me know he was happy to be under my arm as we drove home...
he carefully preened the hair that stuck out my hat.
We'll share a pomegranate for Christmas.
I've done NOTHING but draw for money$, which is good...
BUT, also good
was bringing the Rooster back from a hopeful adaption,
thinking he would have a better life elsewhere.
A high end coop with gorgeous chickens didn't interest him.
Nor did the company of alpacas at the far end of the field.
Two weeks...he made no friends,
refused to roost in the coop or trees.
Sooner or later he'd be eaten by coyotes who would find him sleeping alone in the fields.
I slipped his harness on, and we got into the car.
He let me know he was happy to be under my arm as we drove home...
he carefully preened the hair that stuck out my hat.
We'll share a pomegranate for Christmas.
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