IDK #358
July 16, 2014


IDK #358 makes me smile… Why not use the text lingo for “I don’t know” instead of the boring “untitled” when I don’t know what to call something?  Or, even what it is.  An alien ghost queen with her little prince?  This started with a watercolor under painting on heavy, slightly textured paper.  I like to tint textured papers as it throws color down in the nooks and crannies so there are no tiny little white dots when pencil points glide on top.  Then, when I start to color with the pencils, I just play with what’s there.

Actual size is 2.5 x 3.5 inches.  The image is a photograph, so if you click on it to zoom it up, it will be much larger than actual size.

Thank you for viewing my art today!


Free Speech, No Camping
November 12, 2011

I’ve been quiet for a couple of days because I’ve been thinking. I suppose I should share some things about myself so you’ll know how my mind works, why I think the way I do.

STOP.  Yes, like a telegram.  I’ve just spent a good three hours writing one oh so very long post her wandering all around the back forty to get what I wanted to say and bump that.  So here is the highlights with an alternative spin:

Until recently, I considered myself to be a liberal Democrat.   I considered supporting the OWS movement after watching citizen posted videos of what looked like NYC police using a bridge as a box canyon to round up a herd.   I wanted to learn more about it.  I asked questions.  I felt deception, not that I was being lied to… felt more like something is hidden.  And some things just hit me crooked.  Like what’s up with the camping?

My mind is twirling a comparison between the current political landscape with war, civil unrest and protests, and the political landscape of my childhood with war, civil unrest and protests and my creative mind goes wandering off to the movies… remember “Trading Places” with Dan Aykroyd and Eddie Murphy?

Okay, this is totally out there and just for my own personal amusements (and yours) so this is a WHAT IF made-up conspiracy theory just for grins.  Pure fiction.

What if there are two old farts pulling the strings on a dollar bet?

They could be brothers.  Okay, so maybe they are filthy rich and really bored.  They need a little entertainment, perhaps a diversion, a little game based on predictable human behaviors.  All it would take is a whisper, a bird on the wind, the power of suggestion.  Look at the stats:  high unemployment, frustration, oh yeah… America is ripe for an Arab Spring.  Leaderless?  Brilliant!  It will attract every radical nut out there.  Kick back and watch, see what happens.  Hee, hee, laugh, they say… we are the one per-cent so no one would ever figure it out.

What’s the desired result?  Who benefits?

HINT:  Nixon’s campaign promise for the 1968 Election.   He won by a landslide.

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