YET ANOTHER COINCIDENCE

Do you see it?

YOU LOOKED

On a recent day trip to Rosario Beach we were told that the reason the tidepools there are so scantily inhabited by sea-life is that five or six years ago a freak convergence of 1200 schoolchildren all arrived at once and were let loose on the rocks without supervision, whereupon they proceded to kill, maim and destroy every living thing they could reach.

LET THE GAME BEGONE

You have heard it said that for some, art is their religion. And you have watched them nourish their passion for self-exploration and exposition until they arrive at the end of their days with their minds gone and their religion gone with them. What informed their brooding, celebratory art? What made them think they could drive their wonderful bus across the sea?

FUN WITH BITS AND BIT

BITS (Girl in car w/man): "Wife? Daughter? Laundrymat romance, just as they go. Hitchhiker, reappear later. What have you been doing he asks conversationally in book."

BIT: "Giveaway in door- hair or match, has new meaning." The room is empty, put away your gun and come in.

THE MIDDLE PATH

You... throw your center of gravity upwards... you'll hover just long enough to... get your... feet up and over your head. Then throw... your feet... into the hole. Follow with your... body, ducking down. Watch your head, watch your brow. Twist inside. Try to land on your... feet. That's all. You were.

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JIM WOODRING'S IVORY TOWER ART OUTLET

Now children, you know as well as I do that I am an old man and cannot keep turning out these pictures forever. And I hope you know how much I love you and cherish your visits to this "blog". But when I am gone, children, what will be left to this bond of union we share?

Answer: Bupkis! Unless you are a prudent individual who understands the talismanic power of original art and has the savvy to snap up some of mine while it is still dirt cheap. To that end I direct you to http://useum.blogspot.com/ where you will find an ever-changing offering of drawings, paintings, prints and artifacts from yours truly.

THE CONFIDENCE-APPLE

If our garden is a million miles long, why not run? Why not run just as hard and fast as you can, Jimmy! Run! Just go! Go! Go on! Git!

THE GREATEST NANCY PANEL EVER DRAWN

BY ERNIE BUSHMILLER

PARABLES- Click to enlarge

THE END

Break out the dessert knives, Sons and Daughters of Glendale; the glue train is heading over the rise and the muffins are waiting to be carved. Many years ago it seems...

YOUR CHILDREN ARE SEEING IT

Now hold on, son. Does this look familiar? Yes, but you dream in black and white, and today the dream has ended, and you can discover what we meant when we told you, all those years ago, that your mother and I had tried something wonderful, and we wanted you to try it too.

PARABLES IN PROGRESS, PART 4

That's it. The thing is done. Are you happy now? Everything hurts. I'm free at last. Any takers?

PARABLES IN PROGRESS, PART 3

As the lid said to the coffin, we are closing in on it.

EVEN TODAY'S CASUALLY SOCIOPATHIC YOUTHS STEP ASIDE FOR MR. BUMPER

He looks so cocky with his cowl on; but visit
http://www.seattleweekly.com/arts/0627/toys.php
to get the rest of the story.

BARNYARD TROUBLE

Jeff Swanson writes, "... I'd ... like to see "Barnyard Trouble." He read about it in the interview linked to in the posting SNAKE EATS OWN TAIL, you see, and naturally he was curious.

If Jeff owns a copy of THE BOOK OF JIM he may be slightly disappointed to discover that he has seen it before, but can anything dampen the frisson he must feel at the knowledge that this picture - now lost- was the first charcoal picture I ever made that did what I wanted it to do? Eh?

Way back in 1977 it was, when I was 26 years old and living in a jasmine-wreathed shack in Santa Barbara, eating from dumpsters, fishing from the pier, swimming with the corbena and generally living like a king.

Special thanks to Ted Miller for the little chick bank in the lower right.

UNDER THE NICOTINE

You have a real dreamhouse problem. They've gotten stuck in each other, and that Stubbs portrait of Mother has changed into Laughing Billy.

MAMA AT THE STORE I HAVE MET THERE THE FAMILY ENEMY MAMA

Speaker: He have arrive from the store. Little Thermopalye: Oh I am return. Speaker: He has return.

SNAKE EATS OWN TAIL, FINDS IT DELICIOUS

But don't take my word for it; look at this review of this "blog" at http://theblogreader.net/21/jimwoodringblogspotcom
and get with it, peanut!

And let me just say here FOR THE RECORD that I am aware of how incredibly poor I am at off-the-cuff speaking. The transcripts in this article were taken from phone conversations during which I made every effort to speak in clear and complete sentences, with rules of syntax and tense observed. But I cannae do it! There's something wrong with my brain, difficult as that may be to believe.