I can’t describe the perverse joy I feel every time I see Cartman’s boggled eyes spinning around in my microwave. It almost compensates for having to wake up. The best part is that it’s a tall, over-sized mug, so it holds a lot of tea.
It rained so much the past week that the low lying section of the field behind my apartment flooded. Last night, it finally got cold enough for ice to form.
The Cynic’s Apprentice (in progress)
20 x 16 inches
collage (child’s dress pattern, glass, nails, knife blade, and bone), oil pastel, and litho crayon on canvas