Saturday, December 20, 2008

Friday, December 12, 2008

The K9 apparition




Sunday, September 07, 2008

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Ready for her tarantella closeup

But somehow we are locked at the hip to Hillary Clinton, who won't stop her manic tarantella until her party whirls into ruins~ Camille Paglia

Ready for her tarantella closeup

But somehow we are locked at the hip to Hillary Clinton, who won't stop her manic tarantella until her party whirls into ruins~ CamillePaglia

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Thursday, May 08, 2008

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Saturday, April 26, 2008

The Tide is Turning!

This is when the fun begins




Friday, April 25, 2008

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Sunday, April 06, 2008

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Friday, March 14, 2008

Monday, March 10, 2008

Barrett for president. Smart from the get go.

I hear Senator Obama has won...

"The real message of Tuesday's primaries is not that Hillary won. It's that she didn't win by enough.

The race is over"...


Monday, March 03, 2008

This is not a pipe


Friday, February 29, 2008

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Monday, February 11, 2008

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Sen. Obama counters with a jig of his own

Hill does the Lacrimosa Dance for votes

Meanwhile, the other part of the Dynamic Duo creates a sensation of his own

Sunday, February 03, 2008

Saturday, February 02, 2008

Ocellated turkey


The sketch is based on a Robles Gil photo. We were classmates and he is self-taught. He started taking photos and never stopped.
I am also self-taught and it shows...

Friday, February 01, 2008

Gert Wollheim

I did this drawing with the graphics tablet in 06' from a photo in an internet exhibition catalog

Thursday, January 31, 2008

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Fug you, photobucket!

If you are wondering what violative transgressor image the Nincompoopery industrialist posted and got the photobucketeers all hot and bothered, go here:


managed to post it, photobucketeer morons!

Monday, January 28, 2008

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Friday, January 25, 2008

Guido's impending Conniption

Guido P., upon reading that The Cruel Virgin Express is shutting down, bulldozes his way into the emporium's Executive Offices and demands an explanation.
The busy staff is underwhelmed and decides to up the ante and directs the bereaved man to the Enemy of the Republic's Executive Assistants Chambers and its presiding Chief Executive Assistant To the Enemy of the Republic.

A vigorous tete-a-tete ensues with the Cruel Virgin's Chief Executive Assistant, Miss Extreme-Unction, advising Guido P., the much anguished but concerned internet lurker:

"Dear sir, the Enemy of the Republic shall not see you. She did instruct me to ask you, verbatim:

'Mr. Guido P., what part of the Message is it you do not understand?'"

A gathering background rabble of internet lurkers murmur amongst themselves .

To read the message go here:

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Monday, January 21, 2008

The Lamb. The Tyger.


"The Lamb"

Little Lamb who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee
Gave thee life & bid thee feed.
By the stream & o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing wooly bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice!
Little Lamb who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee

Little Lamb I'll tell thee,Little Lamb I'll tell thee!
He is called by thy name,
For he calls himself a Lamb:
He is meek & he is mild,
He became a little child:
I a child & thou a lamb,
We are called by his name.
Little Lamb God bless thee.
Little Lamb God bless thee.

"The Tyger"

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

The Visit

.oil color study