Crossroads today

The roads must go somewhere...OR...not at all -

Behind every locked door

There's a secret something or other AND that's when the door is locked. Wow and go figure -

Way Too Close

Poor guy got himself suckered by a dollar sign. Flew too close and was burned severely. Yikes -

cold as ice

and/or cold as cold can be -

on the necessity of urban camoflauge

needed now more than ever -

Art is as artsy does

Yeah, art! -

Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
traveling through this world of war
there's loads of sickness toil and
danger with no place
anywhere
to lay my head...

Portrait Of An Irate Turtle

from back in the day, it's a daguerreotypical image of pissed off turtle. we don't know why turtle is pissed off but, it's obvious that the turtle is pissed about something -

Radical Street Artistry

this should upset the spooky boys no end. I love the street art -

Night of the Museum Part Two

they only come out at night -

outside the outside lines

murals from abject nowhere -

Day at the Museum

Bones bones them bones are everywhere -

Day of the Dying

Or some such codswallop. Codswallop is British for nonsense. Yup -

More Urban Artistry

Street art from the urban masters -

Urban Philosophy

the words on a wall are witnessed by the subway crowd -

Fun at the museum

Bones and stuff like that there -

Nouveau Abstractique

Fancy artsy wordy crap for today's entry into the cyberworld of graphic graphery. OR whatever -

butter flies and does NOT walk

So we should all just get over it -

Industrial dustbin

toss your crap wherever...

Guns Make Holes

Holes in signs, windows, cars, and of course...people.

Sterile is as tasteless does

Don't even think about sitting on that couch!

writing on wall

OR possibly it's stenciled OR then again...

who's batman?

Short answer would be...anyone that might be in the mood. Or mode. Or whatever.

Looking in windows

OR when peeping toms get more than they'd anticipated...

Hole In Wall

it's a peep hole. Get it? Okay, that's a sadly crappy joke. However, look through the hole and see something...wonderful!

brave new adverts

for a sadly regressive world -

Glass In The Abstract

slap a piece here then glue a piece there and then nail a piece a way over there and...PRESTO! -

Valentine's Day 2020

So if you can't be with the one you love, well, love someone surreal. OR simply love yourself. You know, like that girl what starred in the Harry Potter flicks? Hermione or whomever. Hmmm...wouldn't that be called narcissism? I'm just asking...

F.O.G.

I had me a birthday about three weeks back. The birthday was one of those milestones that one mostly never thinks about. Talk about a milestone. I never in my wildest dreams figured I'd hit 70. Yup, seventy freaking years old. I am now and officially an old fart.
Don't get me wrong, I truly appreciate making it this far. There were times when advancing in age seemed a remote if not impossible journey. However and in spite of much personal stupidity, I made it.
Being an old fart gives one a different perspective on life, the universe, and everything. Things like worrying about war. War gonna happen and there's not too very much the just ordinary and out of the loop folk can do. Go ahead and protest, the warmongers and dumbass politicians are NOT listening. No they are not.
You see, the warmongers and dumbass politicians make a boat load of money off of war. Yes they do. Simple and regular folk along with the sorry chumps that volunteer for war don't make any money off of war. The sorry chumps that volunteer for war end up losing more than they'd ever bargained for.
Sorry, I got a bit off topic. Birthdays and milestones.
So I had me a birthday and turned 70. Damn and go figure! It mostly still feels like being 19 but not so limber as back in the day. Well and lots of prescriptions and visits to the doctor. Oh well, what are ya gonna do? Keep waking up I suppose and be grateful for that. Sure as hell beats the alternative. Oh yeah.
Fucking Old Guy...that'd be me.

Arbeit macht frei!

One last thought for the day - in these our dark days of Trump and his little trumplicans, remember the motto "Arbeit macht frei!" Slave away mine comrades and/or whomever. Ha ha ha ha ha ha and HAH!

Back to the past AS, it's time to get back to the now. Which of course, requires heading back to the past. Get it?
If not, that's just fine.
I needed a place to post my graphics and stuff and after much searching, the passing of time, healing from some serious medical issues, and here I stand. Well, maybe sit.
So for now, that's about all. HOWEVER, there'll be new artistry posted jist about every dang day. :}

Mr. Tricks