My dioramas are small theaters, showing individual scenes that, when placed end to end, accumulate into the story of my life.
It’s been a few weeks months since I’ve posted one of these. I don’t know where the time goes. Anyway, whoever is perpetrating these crimes is back! This time, in a gym.
Is there enough strong evidence to fit this case? Did a membership go unused? Will justice be exercised???
Time will tell if things workout in the end.
Do you, or someone with a butt you have to see, suffer from pesky butt pimples? Wondering how to zap some zits? Wonder no further!
I truly hope this helps you or someone with a butt you have to see.
Night on Peyote Mountain is a 9″ x 9″ x 2″ shadowbox showing some of my melted action figure guys in a night desert tableau. Made with cut paper, this is a kind of sketch for my next animation. I don’t have a title, but it’s a sequel to The Benefits of Radiation.
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Karen and Steve were looking forward to the all you can eat seafood buffet.
I made this as a gift for a friend. These two were friends, I’m told.
These were gifts, too, documented here for posterity. The first is for podcaster, Rob Lee, with whom I had a nice conversation about a month ago. I’m not sure how to link to a podcast, but Rob is Baltimore’s biggest fan, highlighting her artists, makers and great people. Check out The Truth in the Art.
Sadie was a sweet old girl who went over the rainbow bridge after enjoying one last cheese burger. Rest well, Sadie. You are missed!
I love this guy, and all he’s done for us.
Last winter, the Hamilton Gallery presented the Bearing Witness show online, not knowing how/when the pandemic was going to resolve.
Lucky for all, it will be in person this summer! I had submitted Pestilence Rides Out for the digital show. I’ve been collecting my thoughts and objects regarding this time in our lives, and decided to make another piece for the in person exhibit.
I’ve watched my daughters finish their respective school careers online. I’ve worked remotely for over a year. And attended many meetings on Webex, Google Meet, and Zoom.
A lot of these characters kept me company and/or otherwise occupied throughout the pandemic. I take my mask off to them, my good friends.
Anatomy of a Crime Scene, no. 11.
Perhaps this story will be familiar to you. A good egg, probably minding his own business, when trouble suddenly strikes under a bird-free sky. It happens all too often anymore.
When will this end? Will they ever catch those responsible?
