I am an Artist.

By ‘Artist’, I don’t mean that I paint or draw well enough to win a fancy ribbon (although I have) or earn a buck or two (although I do).

I don’t mean that I am a master craftsman or even a participant in any of the other creative arts, like writing or dance or music or film (because I’m not).

Or: “Why I Shouldn’t Be Trusted
With A Glue Gun.”

Do you have any idea how hard it is to make
a swan-sized fez when you have no felt?

Your thoughts?

Thought you’d like to see what I did yesterday:

“Step One: Fall Down.”
Step Two, of course, is “Try Again.”

This is a gift for a Great-Nephew’s baby shower – it’s a 9” x12” pastel & ink collage, based on an old family photo (I added the rabbit ears, they don’t run in the family so far as I know) The scanner doesn’t really capture the subtle, clear colors well, but it’s windy outside and I’m feeling too lazy to reshoot it.  Oh, and you can’t see them, but there are touches of silver on the skates & buttons.

So that’s what I’ve been up to.
And you?

“A writer is a person for whom writing is more
difficult than it is for other people.“
~Thomas Mann

I am a
writer.

Well, at least by Mr. Man’s standards.

I’m not so sure I qualify by my own standards.  See, I think that writers?  They write.But I’ve  dropped all of my of my writing habits this year, temporarily disqualifying me.  Getting started again is tougher than I expected.

Oh, there’s no shortage of ideas to write about. In fact, I think I’ve promised to write no fewer than 5,421 different articles.

This month.

Yet somehow, none of those 5,421 posts have been written, not this month, nor any other.

He’s signed on to be our Poster Child & Demo-Bunny for Quirkipreneurs.
With any luck, you’ll be seeing a lot more of him.
Meanwhile, please give him a warm welcome to the Circus!