Sunday, July 24, 2011
About a week ago, a little birdie told me that Miss Lynn was interested in a rooster painting. Et voila, ici il est. (Full disclosure - I very much employed google translate for that one. I can't even pretend I remember that much French.) His name is Percy and, like Miss Lynn, he is fiery and gorgeous. He was born and bred in Mississippi, and, though he is well known amongst the hens, never fails to get up with the sun and do his duty. Much love Miss Lynn.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Do not disturb Papa Bear. He is loving and kind, but he is also overworked and, thus, quite moody after a long day. He is from a bygone generation that has a drink and a cigarette to unwind after work. Papa Bear speaks only when necessary. He won't tell you much of what he knows. He understands what you can and cannot handle, and chooses not to overexpose your mind just yet. Papa Bear commands a room and commandeers respect. He loves Mama Bear, though he doesn't always know how to show it. He is secretive. He does not believe in allowances. He paid to put you through school and demands you do the best you're able to do. He protects his family fiercely, no matter what mess you've gotten yourself into. For this, you cannot help but love him.
This is perhaps my favorite piece...ever. I don't think I have much affinity for animals (the ASPCA commercials do nothing for me), but I do love elephants. There is something about their incredible size, strength, and generally gentle behavior that draws me to them. If I had an exotic pet, I think it would be an elephant (that I would, of course, learn to ride to around town - to the grocery store, Latte Land, and school, mainly). Tell me, oh great state of Kansas, would I need a license?
This is a reproduction of a photo of my baby brother, W, when he was about two. He's always been a great brother to me. I remember playing catch, taking karate lessons, riding bikes, and playing pretend late into the night. Sometimes, yes, he drove me crazy and would pinch my neck or yell at me for looking out his window in the car, but he has always protected me and provided infinite entertainment and companionship. W recently graduated from Shawnee Mission East HS, and I am so proud of him. I love you, little brother.
Friday, July 22, 2011
This is Ben, a deeply depressed tiger friend of mine who was kind enough to let me paint him at this dark time in his life. He's been clinically, almost lethally, lethargic for months, though he hopes he's making progress. He's slowly coming to terms with his anger and aching love for his mother (who left him at birth to join the circus) and his unfortunate name (Ben, he is realizing, does not strike fear into the hearts of his onlookers the way he wishes it would). He thanks his psychotherapist (specializing in disorders related to large felines), Dr. Hawthorne, for all of his hard work. Ben has been taking a new medication and hopes he'll be back to his roaring self soon, ready to tear apart chickens and anyone whose fingers come too close to his cage. We love you Ben, and hope you feel better very soon! Keep on keepin' on!