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OR an alley in some surreal town somewhere in a surreal universe times two... a one - and a two -

however don't mention McDonalds around this guy AS, the mere suggestion of the notion gives our bully a touch of the skittish - bulldozer...

this work turned out pretty dang spiffy. sometimes you just never know what you'll get until a work is finished. i'm kind of proud of this one - presto...

or something close to and/or possibly similar or/and whatever - perspective?...

Where the birds go is right here. well, following the posts i'm gonna post around and about right now... the birds flying off - and where they go is right about here - living la vida loca in paradiso oh yeah!!!

simply expressionism and/or whatever -

expressions of impressionism. yeah, that'd be it -

not necessarily practical approaches but, approaches nonetheless - one approach... and a second approach...

not one tree but two trees and yes, been there before and done that previously. however, here we go again - a one tree... and a two trees...

sky in stained glass. this one turned out pretty dang cool. yes, i'm boasting yes i am - here it is...

OR stuff that's almost close and/or close enough - here's a one... and here's a two...

and days gone by -

this turned out nicely. dancing in the street that probably just had rain. or something close to that. it is ephemeral either way. and/or surreal...whatever -

i love the graffiti. artistry that defines the artist as well as the where the artist is posting the work. brilliant and more than likely sheer genius of the artistic kind -

it's the water you see. etches lines and artsy stuff like that there and here's the proof positive. or possibly, negative depending on your personal perspective on all matters relating to art and/or whatever tends to float your boat -

daytime and nighttime and not necessarily in that order - nighttime... and daytime... and/or whatever

well...duh! springtime and the flowers are doing what flowers do. the flowers taunt bees, well and, they look ever so pretty. here are two yes count them two examples. of flowers not taunting bees - one little flower... a second little flower...

hands can do some amazing things... one amazing thing - two amazing things -

and never ever judge the book, or any book, by the cover -

it's over for now...maybe - daweena one... and daweena two...

on account of coronapocalypso nineteen surrealism - a one flora... and a two fauna...

works of art. or at least and/or maybe in some future time. oh yeah - a one... and a two...

you can walk on forever. however, in a dreamtime, time itself becomes irrelevant -

from the window. where else is a watcher going to watch from? well, maybe from behind a bush or sneaky peaking from around some corner. the possibilities are almost if not quite limitless -

yup, two more works of graphic intrigue. trees make for an excellent subject matter and they hold still for a damn long time. one tree - and then one more tree -

mothers and women in general. ain't not a one of us would exist and/or otherwise without them. one mother - and another women that may in fact be a mother however, none of the assertion can be independently verified -

post-surreal realism -

just about everything is surreal. one way or another way and, isn't that the point? one way or some other way, surrealism is everywhere - surreal one... surreal two...

i do not exist and i speak from nowhere my voice is hollow and wispy on a wind i used to exist at least i think that to be the case but time and the tides tend to erase all trace of you and i and all things around and about whatever in hell this might be about So mucking about in quarantined boredom and overly overdosed on social distance and the inane bullshit heaped upon us day after interminable day i played the who died on the obituary page and more sad news did greet my face my friend or at least a long time back we were friends or something close to it there he read dead and gone and i was completely unaware until now dead and gone and memories are hardly a tangible handle to hold on to so long Sid and how i wish we'd managed to stay close but not now Sugar Magnolia and blossom's blooming

they have risen to the occasion - a one... and a two... almost holiday surrealism

old guys are everywhere and if it weren't for the old guys, there wouldn't be any young guys now would there. i'm not forgetting the more important aspect of the notion...if it weren't for the old gals, well, there wouldn't be none of us and that's for certain. - old guy one... old guy two...

the harbingers of spring -

so it's a friday twofer and not a friday twofor - a one - and a two -