Illustration Friday: "Song"

Songs come in many different shapes and sizes. They can be digitized and downloaded onto tiny listening devices, or played from magnetized tape and blared out from massively sized speakers. You can dance to them at an auditorium, or hum a quick tune while performing the housework.

Yes, there are many different kinds and styles of music, and it'd be nigh impossible of me to list all the ones that I admire. That being said, perhaps its my age, but I have a hard time getting into most of todays modern music. It just seems that the majority of whats out there nowadays is so overproduced that it lacks the same heart and life that made for great listening, or at least memorable listening anyway. Ah but I digress...


This image is actually part of one that I've been working on for a little while, but I figured what I had done so far fit the topic, so here it is. I'll try to post further progress on it in future posts.

'Chair' Revisited

Once oft a time as most stories go
Lived a wild royal ape, named Agu Koko
Who never gave care to others they say
That bowed to his wishes, whatever they may

"I'm better than giraffes, or coconut stew.
Far greater than lions, I'm better than you!
I'm king of this jungle, now all of you bow
I want my bananas, I want them right now!"

So they brought him his things, his trinkets and food
And they grumbled away, in a terrible mood
For they were all messy from peels thrown astray
And their backs were all aching, he'd worked them all day!

But he'd learn his lesson, all in good time
For he slipped on his peels, and broke his behind
And that is the story, I'll leave it for now
Be thankful of others, or you'll also say "Oww!"

Golden Frosted Sugar Balls Of Sunshine

I remember many a morning in my younger years sitting (or standing, for I don't remember too many times when I was actually able to squeeze myself into the torture chamber that was the shopping cart seat) in the grocery store with my parents, doing my best to work my way into obtaining a box of something other than that lowly 'no name' brand cereal that they loved to purchase. Rarely did I ever succeed in my efforts, and more often than not, the enchanted sugar frosted fairy passed me by, tempted instead by those lucky ones to grace their bowls with candy colored brand name flavored cardboard. Needless to say, even without the sugar and preservatives I still wound up a hefty fellow, and I managed to learn the sacred art of scooping and sprinkling. I'm sure my parents are proud.

Illustration Friday: "Simple"

I often wonder just how many times something thats truly basic gets overworked, overthought and more than likely overanalyzed, all in the effort to make it "better". Shaving companies are doing it nowadays, a simple razor has now been modified to have far more than enough blades to adequately evict the facial hair from the leathered skin of any man, and if you really want, they can even emit a low electronic pulse, possibly in the attempt to give electroshock treatment to said hair follicles. Evidently those hairs must have some serious issues that need to be dealt with. Companies aren't the only ones who do this though, we all make things far more complex than they need to be on a daily basis, at least I know I do.


For this weeks Illustration Friday topic, the first thing that came to mind was the ever wise sleuth, Sir Holmes himself, always quick to remind us that "Its Elementary dear Watson." Ok, so we're not all named Watson, and we're not all trying to solve murders either, but I think the phrase works fairly well in other areas also.

With a BANG! and a shout
The lights all went out
Jewelry stolen, men killed
For hatred or money
Whodunit now honey?
Ring up the man wisdom willed

That bloke with a pipe
Grasps clues all the night
And peices the puzzle together
The butler or maid?
Some goon that they paid?
He'll solve it, for there is none better

Forsooth what a win
The culprit his kin
How did he figure it out?
For try as I may
My heads in dismay
Simple? Ah me I have doubt

Illustration Friday: "Chair"

Wow, I can't remember the last time I participated in Illustration Friday, come to think of it, its almost equally as hard to remember the last time I posted on the ole blog (big thanks to those of you who still stopped by during the long hiatus, I'll be trying to make myself more frequent than I did last yr).

So anywho, I sat down in a chair earlier this week pondering and probing the ole noggin for something to contribute, I'd been meaning to since the turn of the year, but for some reason or another the bus came and went each of the prior weeks, I think all the chairs inside were taken or something like that for the busdriver kept giving me evil looks. I suppose I could have gotten on one of the schoolbusses, but I wasn't quite in the mood for that. Getting back on track though, there I was sitting in the chair, when all of a sudden, well more of a big crack, crash and thud sudden, I was sitting plump on my portly posterior on the very spot where once a fully formed chair stood. But the forsaken thing wasn't done yet, for as I started to grasp for the table, an earth shattering rip echoed throughout the room and I felt a rather unsatisfying draft, not to mention several splinters. Now what that has to do with the images above, I haven't really a clue, save for chairs come from trees, and trees are homes to bees, and bees have knees, and I itch from the fleas. Moral of the story: Don't tip in chairs unless they're for rocking, and next time, use wood glue instead of bubblegum.