I am going to create a recipe using all these vegetables and I will call it the “Toilet Triple Threat.” Looks for it in the next issue of Martha Stewart Living.
"I am about to drop a nugget." ~ A blackout poem from a recycled page of Burnout, a young adult story about love, motorcycles, and a road trip from hell.
I found this old doodle of mine. Like many others, it came from astronomy. It too is available as a print on my art sites. They are the first five buttons at this link: https://linktr.ee/okhismakingart
This is my second shot at a full page floral abstract. “Trippy Forest” is my extra-colorful one, but this one is focused on details done in red, blue, black.
In a trip to Colombia a saw the most adorable and cool Llama ever!!! So I decided to draw it.... I hope you like it and I look Forward to your comments! :D
PSA to not be a dick to retail workers this holiday season (and all seasons!). Working retail during the holidays was some of my shittiest experiences. People become coupon-waving, red-faced monsters that deserve nothing but a trip into Krampus’ sack.
Here are a few things to remember:
1: They have literally no authority. Honestly, the cashier would love nothing more than to accept a stack of expired coupons to get some cranky-ass customer indignantly insisting that “at this point YOU owe ME money!” through the line. But they can’t. And no amount of screaming will change that. Oh, and the manager is bunkered safely in the back refusing to come out and will only troubleshoot through walkie.
2: If you’re nice (like basic human decency) they are more inclined to help you as much as they are able. Being kind and patient costs nothing and might actually pay off. You might even be able to coax out a skiddish manager that *sometimes* has the magic touch to get things accomplished.
3: Corporate overlords. Managers can do a lot but in the end, the retail world is run from corporate overlords through the machine sentries AKA registers. Welcome to Black Mirror, people. If the machine rejects your request then back to the matrix with you.
'the Red Pill'...a 30 x 30" Original Abstract Acrylic Drip & Pour Painting on Canvas. Flow Paint poured and dripped over the top of a Resin finish (mirror shine from within). 2018
"Heaven was putting distance between her and everyone." ~ A blackout poem from a recycled page of Riding with the Hides of Hell, which now has a new-and-improved title, Burnout. It's a young adult story about motorcycles, a road trip, adventure, and love.
