Random Tuesday Art

Just a lovely a border my girl SaraJ made. She really needs a site so we could link back to her and give her some love.

Multimedia Beauty pieces by Moi

2 more pieces related to beauty in totally different ways. Sometimes we feel loud, crazy and unpredictable and other times we are sleek and seductive. For other people that could mean sneaky and psychotic but who's counting.

Random Tuesday Art

SRV-Multimedia by Meowlissa

Happy Friday

In honor of my Dad

                                                     

Prismacolor, Wax, Ink by Moi

Happy Friday!

After my long shopping trip this morning, I totally fell Shaq style. Shaq style with a side of polar bear.  Looks like its time to finally install a new railing.  My dad calls me "Grace" for a reason.  This weekend I'll be hobbling around hobbit style after all my 140 pounds fell onto one knee. Go me!   If it weren't for a case of Diet Coke saving my tatas and face from a concrete smack down, who knows what might have happened.  

In non related and more random news:  my cousin and I were discussing Ron Mueck, a hyperrealist sculptor today.  His work is not only amazing but a tad frightening.  Here are a few pieces if you haven't seen them.

http://www.chilloutpoint.com/featured/ron-muech-hyper-realist-sculptor.html?utm_source=wahoha.com&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=wahoha

Ron Mueck Wiki

http://www.brooklynmuseum.org/exhibitions/ron_mueck/

Anyway, I'm off to medicate this hot mess of a knee I have. Happy Weekend everyone!

I cannot tell a...murder

Multimedia Sketch 

By: Me, Meowlissa, Melissa, M & M

(Ink, Watercolor, Acrylic)

Random dream for Tuesday:  I was startled awake by the singing alarm; my soul mildly disturbed. Just seconds earlier, I was dreaming of shoving fabric in some Brunette's mouth. (No it wasn't Olivia Wilde and no I wasn't spooning alcohol into that beautiful mouth of hers but that would make the dream better, wouldn't it?)

Meow.

Photo from Olivia Wilde Vogue shoot: Vogue

 Moving on...
Apparently, something compelled me to suffocate this mysterious brunette before HE did.  That's right.  Dundundun Her real italic murderer (her future murderer?) was actually outside, pacing this very beach house. He was stalking her, pitchfork in one hand, dog leash in the other. I was sneaking, ever-so-slightly through the beach house so as not to make the real Italic Murderer aware of my presence.  Not only did I not know who this mysterious brunette is, but why the hell would I feel a sudden murderous urge when we were running amok inside a beach house?  Why did I deem it necessary that I kill her before her real italic murderer had the chance? Was I angry that she wasn't part of the Ginger Club? The Professional Fire Crotch club?  Perhaps she polished off the last of  my Ben & Jerry's Phish Food ice cream?  We shall never know the answers to these questions. All we know is, the singing alarm saved this partially suffocated mysterious brunette. Just in the tit of time, oh. I mean...nick. Nick of time.

Photo from her Italian GQ Shoot

Random Sunday Multimedia