Annex Art, Days 17 – 24

These quicker sketches are like coloring book pages for semi-adults. 17. “Well, we’ll go swimmin’ every day/no time to work, just time to play”—“Summertime”—The Jamies = LAND, LOST 18. No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service = BRASH BOOMBOX 19. “But to go to school in a Summer morn’/ O, it drives the joy away”—William Blake […]

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DAMSEL

I’ve been holding off from posting these for a little bit now – I think it’s mostly because I wanted them to be a surprise for a bigger project. But due to financial/time constraints I really won’t have an opportunity to do this later so…

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Annex Art, Days 8 – 16

8. “Springtime is on my mind/Flower bloomin’ all the time/Smell the roses, smell the grass/Old man Winter can kiss my ass”—Spinal Tap = KLOWN KISS-OFF 9. “It’s springtime, it’s springtime,/There’s blue sky in a puddle,/There’s a bird on the ground,/Dog on the roof,/Chirp, chirp, woof, woof,”—Jeffrey Lewis = CONFUSED CANINE 10. “Licking a bamboo leaf’s […]

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Annex Art Days 3 – 7

Yes, I was very bad – but I want to make it up to you! Here are drawings made from inspirations seen from Day 3 to Day 7: 3. “All Nature seems at work/ Slugs leave their lairs—The bees are stirring—Birds are on the wing”—Samuel Coleridge 4. “Rise and put on your foliage, and be […]

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Annex Art Society June 2015 30 Day Art & Writing Challenge

I’m really going to try to make something for each quote every day – now, that is a challenge! Today’s inspiration was 1. “We’re waxing down our surfboards; we can’t wait for June!” – The Beach Boys. Check out all the interesting things people are creating on their Facebook page! Today I drew some strange […]

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A RUN FOR OUR LIVES

I drank several glasses of strong tea that were labeled ‘proceed with caution’ – I tapped my fingers and clicked my tongue. I fashioned myself an outfit made from dusty doilies and called it a day. My heart began to expand from the inside, with my chest tightening, I knew it would soon explode. I […]

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Shared Dreams in Multiplicity

I had traveled a great distance without so much as a canteen of water to quench me. I had left The Woods in search of some deep and meaningful solitude. I had left no notes, no smoke signals, said no goodbyes, nor held any shards of glass up towards the sun – I wasn’t sure […]

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