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I drew this Picture’s Worth before I bothered to search for a quote to go with it, as I do with most of them. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to find a quote using the word “dapper”.
So… I am putting it to my fellow Geekz to help me come up with one. Help! Help!
I’ve been playing a new game with one of my friends. I’d also been trying to practice with my new tablet. Here is the meeting of those two. His name is Sak. He has a haunted shadow.
My friends daughter ran in the Fred’s Team NY Marathon…. Several family memebers and alot of Lula’s friends went to show their support so she wanted to make T-Shirts that everyone could wear showing their support of her and the event. We also created a huge banner for the party afterwards.
tattoo drawn for a coworkers foot, the Kanji symbols mean will power
Analyzing Distance I
When we’re young how we
Long to be close to the trauma.
The boy who shot himself in
The head becomes the brother
Of the sister you
Made jelly with in Home Ec;
That girl in the coma,
The one who drove her truck
Into the river? Yeah,
She gave me a ride home.
Once.
The kid who’d lost
His hair and never
Returned, sends us
Pouring out the front
Steps of the church,
Play doh through the brains
of the Fuzzy Pumper
Barbershop ready for a trim.
Older, now, we like
Our tragedy further away,
A war fought overseas, and
When the bodies come back
Under flags, we
Don’t want photos.
One picture is one side and then I flipped them around and took another picture.
Week 44- Michael Mooney
Posted: January 30, 2012 in Michael Mooney, Week 44Tags: 2012, Back r, joggin, michael mooney, New Hampshire artist, Nh artist, pen ink, twin geekz art project, www.moonartdesign.com
Back Rooms of My Mind- Door 290112
Here is another drawing (pen/ink ) from my “Back Rooms of My Mind” series. This is an on going series that will continue throughout my life.
Enjoy!
All Ties Cast Off
Sky lit up as the boat pulled away from the shore
Rolling on a waves end cap
An afternoon that felt like it would always be an afternoon
Had started to drift into night
Clouds melted into a hazy blue
Languid air
A horizon that burned ahead with a sparkling fire
The moon stood full faced above me
The wooden boat a dish
Stars cascading over
Land broke flush against a deep horizon
seen through wonders shadowy lens
Whispering words
Rolling like the drops of melted dew
flowing like a sweet southern muddy river
Calling me inward
I went
An endless sea a dropping anchor
Beyond An echoing shore
The vessel pulled round
The land and the sea
for a time, were mine
and now all ties cast off
from shore
Taliesin West Frank Lloyd Wright’s Winter Home. It is also a Architectural college.
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