things that make me smile

This mug of Shakespearean insults was a Christmas present for Greg, not me, but since I am the veriest varlet that ever chewed with a tooth he caved in to my demands. It comes from The Unemployed Philosopher's Guild.

My favourite: not so much brain as ear wax

This moveable feast (for the imagination) was seen yesterday at 15th and Willow in Vancouver. I didn't have my camera (because I'm a beetle-headed, flap-eared knave) so had to use my cell phone.





Then there's a little welcome sarcasm from Gaping Void, that mountain of mad flesh.

And finally, some much-needed art therapy. I want the next painting to be as much from my own hands as possible (though I admit I'm afraid to begin for fear of screwing it up because I'm highly fed and lowly taught), so decided to stretch and gesso the canvas myself, something I rarely do these days with the availability of well-priced pre-stretched canvas. I do enjoy doing it, though, and fortunately I had a stretcher from a previous painting already wired for action.



And now, because when words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain, I will bid thee farewell.