This kind of random, completely useless craft project is what I live for.  It was a pumpkin decorating contest at work and it made me want to just do crafts all day.  horah for foam!

a special thank you to my dearest Esther for contributing her pug blood to the cause.

Long ago, in the Greek isles, there was a lustful god, Dionysus,
Who was patron of the stage and vine and also alternately known as Bacchus.

From this name, the Bacchanalia is born, a festival attended solely by daughters of Eve
Who would, by divine inspiration and wine, from their senses, take an extended leave.

They dressed themselves in garments made of hides and laid garlands in their tresses
Thus assembled, they’d dance to exhaustion and tear at beasts with fatally wounding gashes

Such wild and raving zealots were the Maenads in their time,
And even as their strenuous striving was supremely sublime,

We can see today, theirs was but a dereliction of thought and reason
And today’s modern Maenad would not be given her proper title and season,
But be locked away in an asylum for deplorable societal treason.

I just got “The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy and Other Stories” by Tim Burton and was inspired. And by inspired, I mean felt the need to totally jack someone else’s style yet again.

A Brief Cautionary Tale

I had a glorious day off and instead of taking the opportunity to be productive and work on things, I checked out an inordinate number of books from the library and doodled all day.  Then I felt lazy and so decided to draw my  posture  for the better part of the day for public viewing enjoyment.

I also spent a goodly amount of time idolizing Tim Burton.  I found his first stop motion animation film and was utterly entranced.

Watch it here:

“Vincent”

New series!  Russian word(s) of the day.

I’m combining two passions, sloppy illustrations and half-assed attempts at learning a meager number of foreign vocabulary words.