Monday, September 08, 2008

DIRT IN THE AFTERNOON

That sour-milk smell, the chocolate, the red thing. Yeah, yeah, I get it. Where's the bar?

10 comments:

  1. Great work , as always! You stretch my imagination in ways that no one else can!

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  2. Anonymous8:40 PM

    Oh, that's your house! Is that cat coming in or going out?

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  3. Love, love, love this here drawing.
    But, what's the deal with the ball on a string hanging just left of the door under the ship's fin?
    Is it attached to the ship?

    I think the string should continue up and be part of the curtain.

    (That's right, in a wacky drawing like this, I'm questioning the ball on a string.)

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  4. Anonymous7:54 AM

    that's rad

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  5. Anonymous9:36 AM

    Thanks for teaching me a new word:
    paroniria

    Your work is provocative, summoning the ghosts of Escher and Dali.

    EL

    sorkin999@yahoo.com

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  6. Brain goes ka-splop.

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  7. that was my weekend.

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  8. Anonymous3:43 PM

    Lucy, someone has some splainin to do.

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  9. Anonymous1:21 PM

    I thought I saw a partial draft and a color version of this, but now cannot find it. They would accompany this beautiful work well.

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