well and maybe some surrealistic neon shading of various shadings of well, neon. okay so what do you want from me on a Monday? quick wit, snappy one-liners, and a chuckle or two? yeah, later. as for now, it's to be mystic forests of green with accompanying neon shading. whatever. Mondays suck...
mystic forests -
neon shadings of colorization -
i think that the Geico people should have their camel sing 'stormy Monday'. now that could be good for a laugh...
Monday, August 31, 2020
Sunday, August 30, 2020
Sunday's are for
fence posts and simple weird shit. I mean, what else is there to do on a Sunday? I don't mean going to church or none of that. boring! you can get plenty of quasi-histrionic bullshit watching the telly so, why even bother. besides, later today the trump plans to hold a press conference from one of his 'numerous' golf courses and declare himself "savior" of these United States of Amerika so there you go. Amerika needs saving but sure as hell not from trump. good god the man is an asshole. hmmm, I may have stated the obvious in previous posts. so onward towards the issue at hand. the issue being...
ART!
fence post -
and some actual if not close anyway, surrealism. yup, it's some weird shit alright -
okay and that's about it for a Sunday. go with "god" my children and stay safe.
ART!
fence post -
and some actual if not close anyway, surrealism. yup, it's some weird shit alright -
okay and that's about it for a Sunday. go with "god" my children and stay safe.
Saturday, August 29, 2020
people on the bus go up then
I'm not certain what might come after then. the people just so happen to be on a magic bus so all bets are off. they get on the bus that takes them to you. to see flowers? yeah that'd be it. they get on the bus that takes them to see flowers. whatever.
a bus -
then flowers. or flower as the case might be -
Saturday's surrealism and that's all for now.
a bus -
then flowers. or flower as the case might be -
Saturday's surrealism and that's all for now.
Friday, August 28, 2020
Friday at last
okay kids, we made it to Friday. was a bit of a struggle at times. what with the repugs worshipping their god of this earth and of course that would be trump, well, not much else hit the old news headlines. yes, there was that hurricane thingy that tore up Louisiana. hang in there guys, the trump FEMA may get around to your disaster some day real soon. good gracious, the guy (trump) can lie his ass off. does the trump wifey speak any english? I'm not certain that she does. I'm of the opinion that the woman isn't real. I mean like the 'Stepford Wives' weren't exactly real. that's a really old movie. anyway, some floral surrealism for a breath of tranquility. not quite like Tranquility Base. again, from back in the day. think trips to the moon and not the dark side of the moon as that would be Pink Floyd. you know, back when Pink Floyd was really good and David and Roger weren't at each others throats. such a pity. oh well. onward to the surrealism.
Friday flowers -
more floral scenery -
okay so take a breath, smell the fresh air, listen to the birdies, and relax. chant the ancient chant while in the lotus position (whatever the hell that might be) and here we go... oh - wah - tah - goo - si- am and rinse then repeat.
Friday flowers -
more floral scenery -
okay so take a breath, smell the fresh air, listen to the birdies, and relax. chant the ancient chant while in the lotus position (whatever the hell that might be) and here we go... oh - wah - tah - goo - si- am and rinse then repeat.
Thursday, August 27, 2020
surrealism on the half shell
quite unlike a plate of raw oysters, surrealism is tangibly edible. appreciable? yeah, maybe that last one. raw oysters on the other hand are quite like salted snot. slimy, slithery, on the whole rather unappealing. I don't care for the oysters. I don't care for raw fish in general so I really don't care for shell fish. lobster maybe if I lived in Maine somewhere and the lobster was fresh and then cooked. with cooked being the overarching premise. shrimp are okay as long as they're cooked. once upon a time I had some Szechuan Shrimp. a Chinese dish that is so goddamn hot spicy it's barely edible. eat the peppers someone said. yeah that was a mean trick. I had Szechuan pepper burn for days. going down and then on the way out. yikes!!! oh mercy me, I digress. it's Thursday and it's on to surrealism on account of I like it.
fenced out -
and then it's bridges of some unknown county -
step outside the door and you'll be surprised at what you find. at least it won't be Szechuan peppers. I think...
fenced out -
and then it's bridges of some unknown county -
step outside the door and you'll be surprised at what you find. at least it won't be Szechuan peppers. I think...
Wednesday, August 26, 2020
flower in mirage
OR...reflections on days past and no longer present. seems a pity, once upon a time there was so much promise. peed all the promise away then pitched a royal fit all the while holding the old collective breath. be sure to tune in to the RNC for a preview of what 4 more years of trump will look like. oh yes and be certain to get yourself a brown shirt, heavy on the starch.
flower in red refraction -
mirage and the 'new' amerikan life style -
where does the amerikan nation turn when in need of a national intervention?
flower in red refraction -
mirage and the 'new' amerikan life style -
where does the amerikan nation turn when in need of a national intervention?
Tuesday, August 25, 2020
metal petals and the town of Morse
did you know that Morse is the town that Endeavour grew up in? not really, I made that up. however, I do love Endeavour. great show. the petals that will proceed all the other postings for this day are simulated metal. every once in a while the machine art thingy will cough out something that is quite unique. i love that.
metal petals -
and then it's Morse. Morse is in the U.S. of A. and not the U.K. from where Endeavour is at. I tried to pull a fast one.
faster than the speed of Morse -
that's all for now. peace and out! :}
metal petals -
and then it's Morse. Morse is in the U.S. of A. and not the U.K. from where Endeavour is at. I tried to pull a fast one.
faster than the speed of Morse -
that's all for now. peace and out! :}
Monday, August 24, 2020
at the mountains of Vincent's madness
pretty dang spiffy title for a Monday. yes here it is Monday all over again. week after week it's the same old grind, Monday then Tuesday then blah blah blah. to make matters even worse, it's trump week at the rnc, there will be so much bullshit ladled up this week that the cows won't bother to come home. anyway, at least you'll have some unreality television to watch. or ignore which is the plan I've whipped up as I'm simply sick to death of trump and his sycophant enablers. every last one of them including trump can fuck off and die. that'd work for me. onward...
mountains -
Vincent's madness -
everyone should be aware by now that Vincent wasn't mad. not by a long stretch. Vincent had simply copped an attitude on account of no one appreciated his genius, work, attempts to explain all that, and he had a damn nasty fight with his best friend in the entire world. That'd leave anyone spoiling for trouble. the man was brilliant and could paint better than all the rest of the art poseurs. talk about an attitude.
"on that starry starry night
you took your life as lovers often do
but I could have told you Vincent
this world was never meant for one
as beautiful as you"
:}
thank you Don McLean
mountains -
Vincent's madness -
everyone should be aware by now that Vincent wasn't mad. not by a long stretch. Vincent had simply copped an attitude on account of no one appreciated his genius, work, attempts to explain all that, and he had a damn nasty fight with his best friend in the entire world. That'd leave anyone spoiling for trouble. the man was brilliant and could paint better than all the rest of the art poseurs. talk about an attitude.
"on that starry starry night
you took your life as lovers often do
but I could have told you Vincent
this world was never meant for one
as beautiful as you"
:}
thank you Don McLean
Sunday, August 23, 2020
Sermonette du dimanche
trees. trees are just about everywhere and that's probably a good thing. however, it seems that in some parts of the world (hey you dumb asses in Brazil, leave the Amazon alone!) the trees are disappearing at an alarming rate. Indonesia falls in that 'dumb ass' category as well. clear off all the trees and the humans are screwed. as well as birds, monkeys, orangutans, bugs of all sorts, flying squirrels, cats, raccoons, sloths, possums, koalas, tree-dwelling lizards, and the occasional tree hugging human. of course in the good old U.S. of A., we just burn all the trees to the ground. the trees help to create oxygen and without any oxygen, well, ain't about nobody alive or close to dead is going to be able to breathe. damn if that wouldn't just suck! not to mention the obvious lack of any shading would suck in a roasting manner of speaking. okay and so that's about enough blah blah blah. onward and for today's topic of surrealist posting, trees and go figure.
a cypress tree in bold surrealist strokes -
magnolia you sweet thing...you're driving me mad. God's rest to you J.J. -
and thus endeth the sermonette for Sunday August 23, 2020. damn the time flies when you're having fun. are we having fun yet?
a cypress tree in bold surrealist strokes -
magnolia you sweet thing...you're driving me mad. God's rest to you J.J. -
and thus endeth the sermonette for Sunday August 23, 2020. damn the time flies when you're having fun. are we having fun yet?
Saturday, August 22, 2020
flowers by a hallway
well, the flowers are by a hallway in theory. and/or practical application of the posting thingy. I do believe that is exactly what the posting thingy is for. practical application of the purely theoretical. or surreal. or abstract. or Pollock like spew on a canvas. I mean, art IS whatever you can get away with. :}
flowers -
a hallway be it ever so wrecked -
and there you have it for a Saturday. Sunday would be tomorrow...
flowers -
a hallway be it ever so wrecked -
and there you have it for a Saturday. Sunday would be tomorrow...
Friday, August 21, 2020
Friday
and we're lucky to have made it. what with the ominous hand of trump trying to wipe corrupt grease all over this here Amerika. revolting situation no doubt.
there sees to be some technical difficulties with the old blog-o-matic. will try again later. :{
there sees to be some technical difficulties with the old blog-o-matic. will try again later. :{
Thursday, August 20, 2020
island in the sun with copper-esque flowers
wow, talk about your spiffy titles. yup pretty dang spiffy. surrealistic islands with copper-esque flowers of my very own design. well that and the courtesy of the machine. love that machine. for a Thursday and please remember this November.
island -
copper-esque -
and there you go. :}
island -
copper-esque -
and there you go. :}
Wednesday, August 19, 2020
your garden variety sobrie-cat (not sobriquet)
on account of we've got us a flower and then one comfy cat. a really big cat. a really big cat that just might eat your face were the cat given half a chance. you know, to eat your face. both images are done in the machine surreal and turned out rather nicely. if I do say so myself and... I do. by the by -
Mike Mike Mike Mike Mike, what day is it? it's HumpDay! i love the Geico camel.
flower -
one comfortable cat -
and thus endeth the reading of the wholly word for Wednesday August 19, 2020. oh yeah and I forgot, happy birthday Sara even if I'm a day late. however and given our history (there really isn't much history I'm afraid) being a day late is almost if not quite normal. :{
Mike Mike Mike Mike Mike, what day is it? it's HumpDay! i love the Geico camel.
flower -
one comfortable cat -
and thus endeth the reading of the wholly word for Wednesday August 19, 2020. oh yeah and I forgot, happy birthday Sara even if I'm a day late. however and given our history (there really isn't much history I'm afraid) being a day late is almost if not quite normal. :{
Tuesday, August 18, 2020
narcissistic cranes and street people
isn't that just like a crane, gets all enamored with it's appearance. go figure. a surrealistic enamored of course. and street art from street people. pretty dang nice piece of work though. okay and it's Tuesday. just another day in Paradise. yeah...whatever.
crane -
and street art from street people. or street person -
adieu until we meet again. happy trails and/or trials. :}
crane -
and street art from street people. or street person -
adieu until we meet again. happy trails and/or trials. :}
Monday, August 17, 2020
the contemplative jaguar
sounds good in theory. of course there are the occasional flights of fancy. either way, we've got us a Mayan sitting in contemplation of the lint in his navel or something or other AND then we've got us a jaguar. the jaguar is a hood ornament from an older Jaguar of the British car variety. the jaguar hood ornament makes a damn fine specimen of the surrealist kind. or whatever. anyway it's Monday and good luck to everyone,
contemplation -
and then the aforementioned jaguar -
they (whomever 'they' may in fact be) call this stormy Monday. however, Tuesday is just as bad. :}
contemplation -
and then the aforementioned jaguar -
they (whomever 'they' may in fact be) call this stormy Monday. however, Tuesday is just as bad. :}
Sunday, August 16, 2020
colors everywhere
they come in colors everywhere, they're like a rainbow... with apologies of course to the Rolling Stones. Flowers are ever so lovely and they turn up (not turnip) nicely in the surreal. well I think so anyway. Sunday's sermonette would be, wait for it... flowers. in variation of a recurring theme.
variation 1 -
and variation 2 -
and thus endeth the sermonette of the day. may the spirit of lard be with you always. :}
variation 1 -
and variation 2 -
and thus endeth the sermonette of the day. may the spirit of lard be with you always. :}
Saturday, August 15, 2020
une liberté surréaliste
and fancy if not posh french stuff like that there. I've got a translator and I'm gonna use it. oh yeah...
une liberté surréaliste -
and then just another pretty face except not in french -
stuff for a Saturday that marks half way through the month of August. we crawl slowly towards election day 2020. can't wait...
une liberté surréaliste -
and then just another pretty face except not in french -
stuff for a Saturday that marks half way through the month of August. we crawl slowly towards election day 2020. can't wait...
Friday, August 14, 2020
bucolic and rustic
there's the calming tranquility of a serene countryside. birds sing a lovely countryside song and a soft summer breeze rustles leaves and newly mown grass. or hay. or alfalfa. or corn. or whatever has just been mown. chickens cluck and cows moo and pigs oink in their piggy snooty manner. goats are jumping all over just about everything and even the silly-ass yoga types that don't seem to mind having goats shit all over their clothes. yes, the countryside is surely idyllic. okay and now that we've finished with the maudlin and drippy bullshit, onward with Friday's posting. which just so happen to be bucolic and rustic. go figure.
bucolic barn -
and a Van Gogh rustic countryside. there you see? all the drippy crap at the start of all this has (had?) a point -
g'day mates.
bucolic barn -
and a Van Gogh rustic countryside. there you see? all the drippy crap at the start of all this has (had?) a point -
g'day mates.
Thursday, August 13, 2020
tree on stump AND surrealistic cubes
yes good people, trees will grow on stumps in a surrealistic swampland. on the plus side, there are no swamp things to terrorize Cletus. remember that doofus movie from way back in the day and it featured Adrienne Barbeau in the role of eye candy? oh yeah, 'Swamp Thing'. whatever.
then there's some surrealistic cubism. did you know that our buddy Pablo invented 'cubism'? well he did. Pablo and a couple of his drinking buddies were whiling away their time in Paris and one night after several bottles of Portuguese port and some fine blue truffles, they were covering a tablecloth with their hallucinations and laughing up a storm. it dawned on one of them, and history will not reveal which one of them, the mess they'd made on the table cloth just might be salable. go figure. anyway and onward...
tree on stump -
and finally, cubism and/or whatever -
okay and TTFN. :}
then there's some surrealistic cubism. did you know that our buddy Pablo invented 'cubism'? well he did. Pablo and a couple of his drinking buddies were whiling away their time in Paris and one night after several bottles of Portuguese port and some fine blue truffles, they were covering a tablecloth with their hallucinations and laughing up a storm. it dawned on one of them, and history will not reveal which one of them, the mess they'd made on the table cloth just might be salable. go figure. anyway and onward...
tree on stump -
and finally, cubism and/or whatever -
okay and TTFN. :}
Wednesday, August 12, 2020
roads to fields and stream
Mike Mike Mike...what day is it? IT'S HUMPDAY!!!! hurray and no college football for this year. it has always struck me that college football is much ado about absolutely nothing. the college football freaks will be whining up a streak. oh boo hoo. suck it up.
road to somewhere -
and a fieldly stream or some such -
surrealism at it's understandably finest or whatever. :}
road to somewhere -
and a fieldly stream or some such -
surrealism at it's understandably finest or whatever. :}
Tuesday, August 11, 2020
sometimes you feel like a nut and then
sometimes you feel like going all don Quixote and chase down windmills. either is perfectly acceptable. we are living in the age of 'choice' and isn't that all that matters? please be sure to remember that come election day November 2020. I could suppose that the first order of business would be to remember to vote. vote early and vote often. that's a joke be it ever such a bad joke.
nuts -
windmills -
chase 'em down Rowdy and yippee kiyyo kiyeah.
nuts -
windmills -
chase 'em down Rowdy and yippee kiyyo kiyeah.
Monday, August 10, 2020
moon river boats
could be. first up is a nifty rendition of a moonlit night. nifty if not spiffy no doubt. then up would be boats. not necessarily moon boats but boats. somewhere there are boats of all shapes and sizes and manner. somewhere. even here. wow and go figure.
moon light -
boats and yes maybe they are moon boats. I don't really know, I just made up some prattle for the sake of having something to prattle about. -
don't you just love a Monday? or not...
moon light -
boats and yes maybe they are moon boats. I don't really know, I just made up some prattle for the sake of having something to prattle about. -
don't you just love a Monday? or not...
Sunday, August 9, 2020
shy or just playing coy
and prickly trees. mr. snow leopard plays shy or coy or whatever. I could suppose that mr. snow leopard just might be ms. snow leopard. I'm unable to verify an exact gender and gender identification is evidently a big deal these days and don't you dare to get it wrong. 'they' will cancel your ass in a New York minute. we can't be a having that now can we. and then there's the issue of bare trees. bare trees that just might be on the island of Mauritius. oh shit have they ever got themselves an environment disaster. damn Japanese oil tanker ran aground and spilled it's guts of oil all over the once pristine island of Mauritius. it's a goddamned mess and there hasn't been much reporting on that little crisis. asshole Japanese need to be made to clean the mess up and right freaking now! gawd ahmighty are we ever in a mess. we of course meaning the entire Planet. it's trump one day then Beirut the next day and then the day after all that we've got an oil spill around the island of Mauritius. judas h. priest, the fun just never ends. okay and that's about enough of a Sunday sermon. onward to the task at hand.
a shy snow leopard -
and then a bare if not prickly tree -
be well everyone and please mask up.
a shy snow leopard -
and then a bare if not prickly tree -
be well everyone and please mask up.
Saturday, August 8, 2020
horses and dragonflies
a seemingly odd combination but, considering that I feast on odd combinations this isn't really so odd after all. you see the horse is standing in a marsh and dragonflies love marshy type areas. or anywhere there happens to be water. or puddles. or rivers. or lakes. or ponds. or anywhere in and around the La Brea Tar Pits. I think that's because of the smell. the La Brea Tar Pits stink something fierce. okay and for a Saturday here we go...
horse -
dragonfly -
it's almost like the dragonfly is done is stained glass. it really isn't but it kind of looks like it is. :}
horse -
dragonfly -
it's almost like the dragonfly is done is stained glass. it really isn't but it kind of looks like it is. :}
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