You never know which Pig you’ll get: the shark or the snuggler. This afternoon, Snugglepig took a nap on me. He’s ridiculously cute when he’s not being an asshole.
Month: December 2012
Life with Pig
All your sack are belong to Pig.
I’m in ur fridge, touching ur foodz.
Snopocalypse
The total, measured on my patio, was just shy of 13 inches. We’re supposed to get another 2-3 inches tonight. Joy.
Baking
They’re forecasting a blizzard for tonight and tomorrow, so I’m baking. Pecan pie. It’s out of the oven and cooling right now. I’m trying to be patient, which is difficult because it smells really good.
Afternoon Walk
Snow
Water Stain
Graffiti
Zen Garden
This is how we sleep. With our feet on the dog’s face
Cone of Shame
He’s not making it easy to type.
Hark, An Art!
collage and altered poem in handmade book
3 3/4 x 5 1/2 inches
That underlying, hidden half
Like some grieving mocking-bird,
Alone in darkness
Now come home.
I made a new book a couple of nights ago and started working in it today. This time around I’m taking the text from a collection of Ella Wheeler Wilcox‘s godawful twee poems.
The Birds That Were Banished
collage and altered poem in handmade book
3 3/4 x 5 1/2 inches
The birds that were banished,
Follow and vanish
In a seething vapor sea.
I need to take five minutes and scan these, but cell phone photos will have to do for now.
Dreams to Dreams
collage and altered poem in handmade book
3 3/4 x 5 1/2 inches
Dreams to dreams
Shorn of leaves
Drawing near the sun
Through and through
The shadows shoot
And stars drop,
One by one.
red paper boat 