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Bastard squirrels chewed a hole in the bottom of my finch sock, dumping it all on the ground.

They don't even LIKE thistle seed, they just want to piss me off! *grumble* Now I gotta go get seed to refill it...I'm too in love with the goldfinches not to...

In other news, a mere four hours remaining on what may be the last two originals that'll be auctioned off until after the summer con rush!

http://www.furbid.ws/cgi-bin/auction.pl?alluser&Ursulav

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ursulav

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Bastard squirrels chewed a hole in the bottom of my finch sock, dumping it all on the ground.

They don’t even LIKE thistle seed, they just want to piss me off! *grumble* Now I gotta go get seed to refill it…I’m too in love with the goldfinches not to…

In other news, a mere four hours remaining on what may be the last two originals that’ll be auctioned off until after the summer con rush!

http://www.furbid.ws/cgi-bin/auction.pl?alluser&Ursulav

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


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ursulav

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More frogs from my current spate of physical media madness! My studio is wall-to-wall canvases/boards covered in splatters at the moment. They've sort've wandered from "trying to make concrete" to "random abstract" backgrounds, and whether the frogs are chameleons or transparent, I've no idea. But I'm fine w' dat.

http://yerf.com/vernursu/redprintfrog.jpg
Full size, it's only 5 x 5, since I'm trying to do small originals for inexpensive sale at Cons--they come for the big art, they can afford the small art, etc. (God, sometimes I hate all the marketing that goes into art. I just wanna paint, man!)

http://yerf.com/vernursu/yellowblotfrog.jpg
12 x 12, acrylic on board. I don't know, something about the black blots appeals me.

These guys will presumably be going to Anthrocon, unless someone buys them first.

Today, branching out from the frogs, and into a weird little hooded horse thing with a cardinal...

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ursulav

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More frogs from my current spate of physical media madness! My studio is wall-to-wall canvases/boards covered in splatters at the moment. They’ve sort’ve wandered from “trying to make concrete” to “random abstract” backgrounds, and whether the frogs are chameleons or transparent, I’ve no idea. But I’m fine w’ dat.

http://yerf.com/vernursu/redprintfrog.jpg
Full size, it’s only 5 x 5, since I’m trying to do small originals for inexpensive sale at Cons–they come for the big art, they can afford the small art, etc. (God, sometimes I hate all the marketing that goes into art. I just wanna paint, man!)

http://yerf.com/vernursu/yellowblotfrog.jpg
12 x 12, acrylic on board. I don’t know, something about the black blots appeals me.

These guys will presumably be going to Anthrocon, unless someone buys them first.

Today, branching out from the frogs, and into a weird little hooded horse thing with a cardinal…

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


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ursulav

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Suprisingly productive day...got a Digger done, got the frogs online, got a layout for a page of Fans! done (those take awhile) and working on the first pass of a physical painting.

And I swept the deck, which was covered in bits of tree and maple seeds and pollen-encrusted doodads.

There was so much pollen, in fact, that by the end, my mouth was dry and gritty with chartreuse gunk (not that it was chartreuse at that point, but y'know.) I could feel the grit.

And since I know what pollen IS, this naturally left me with the unavoidable and disturbing feeling that I had somehow accidentally performed oral sex on a tree.

I like to think I'm a reasonably well adjusted individual, but some things are just wrong.

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ursulav

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Suprisingly productive day…got a Digger done, got the frogs online, got a layout for a page of Fans! done (those take awhile) and working on the first pass of a physical painting.

And I swept the deck, which was covered in bits of tree and maple seeds and pollen-encrusted doodads.

There was so much pollen, in fact, that by the end, my mouth was dry and gritty with chartreuse gunk (not that it was chartreuse at that point, but y’know.) I could feel the grit.

And since I know what pollen IS, this naturally left me with the unavoidable and disturbing feeling that I had somehow accidentally performed oral sex on a tree.

I like to think I’m a reasonably well adjusted individual, but some things are just wrong.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.