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Happy Halloween, everyone!

Last night was out big party night and we all dressed up. I decided to go as a zombie, so I took a white men’s tee-shirt, cut it all up, and used some artist’s charcoal and a can of costume splatter blood to make it look like a proper zombie costume.

This is a terrible picture, and you can’t really see the make-up very well, but this is me in full costume.

 

My brother didn’t have a mask to go with his cheep chewie tee-shirt, so I did my brother’s make-up to make him look like chewbacca. (I did his neck also, but I don’t have those pictures yet. They’re all on my sister’s camera.)

All I used to do this was two shades of eye shadow and three shades of eyeliner to make it look furry.

My sister and her husband dressed up as Priness Leia and Han Solo to complete the ensemble.

PS. That’s my mom standing behind him as Princess Tiger Lily (from Peter Pan). She was paired with another friend who was Tinker Bell. There were a lot of ensembles going on that night.

Edited to add: It was a great fun night. I even scared one mother and her kids while going into Wallmart. It was really funny, though, because I forgot that I had all the make up and blood splatter on. Hehe. Whoops.

Oh, well. That’s part of the fun of Halloween.

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Ice Cream (ink and oil pastels) for Day 3 - Favorite Food - of the 30 Day Drawing Challenge. I love ice cream in all its forms, though my favorite is a bowl of vanilla with chocolate syrup, which is then microwaved for 10 seconds so that it’s slightly soupy. (I’m weird like that.) I had fun whipping out the oil pastels on this one. I’m going to have to play with them some more. (^_^)

Ice Cream (ink and oil pastels)

for Day 3 - Favorite Food - of the 30 Day Drawing Challenge.

I love ice cream in all its forms, though my favorite is a bowl of vanilla with chocolate syrup, which is then microwaved for 10 seconds so that it’s slightly soupy. (I’m weird like that.)

I had fun whipping out the oil pastels on this one. I’m going to have to play with them some more. (^_^)

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You Can Hear the Waiting He stood outside the door clutching a bouquet of daisies in one hand. He stood outside the door, waiting. He stood on the porch outside the door. The porch creaked and moaned, overburdened by the weight of his steel body. He clutched the bouquet of sad daisies in the fist of his mechanical hand. Each sad daisy looked as though it were missing teeth. He stood with his arm extended, waiting. He stood on the porch and every few seconds you could hear the mechanical clicking of his clockwork heart. Each daisy hung limply from their weak green stems. Each daisy bowed its head. One poor decapitated daisy was left with only a stem, frayed and jagged, like cleaved bone. His clockwork heart clicked and whirred, and he held the sad daisies out, waiting. He stood on the porch. The porch creaked and moaned. He stood waiting. He clutched the sad daisies, each one growing sadder as they rotted away in his mechanical hand. You could hear his clockwork heart. You could hear the waiting. You could hear the clicks and the silence. You could hear each silence stretch and yawn and grow wide as the sky. This was written in April for National Poetry Month, and the companion image created shortly thereafter. I read this aloud in a video on youtube, if you want to hear the rhythms of it (click and then skip ahead to 1:48 if you don’t want to listen to all my other rambling).

You Can Hear the Waiting

He stood outside the door clutching a bouquet of daisies in one hand. He stood outside the door, waiting. He stood on the porch outside the door. The porch creaked and moaned, overburdened by the weight of his steel body. He clutched the bouquet of sad daisies in the fist of his mechanical hand. Each sad daisy looked as though it were missing teeth. He stood with his arm extended, waiting. He stood on the porch and every few seconds you could hear the mechanical clicking of his clockwork heart. Each daisy hung limply from their weak green stems. Each daisy bowed its head. One poor decapitated daisy was left with only a stem, frayed and jagged, like cleaved bone. His clockwork heart clicked and whirred, and he held the sad daisies out, waiting. He stood on the porch. The porch creaked and moaned. He stood waiting. He clutched the sad daisies, each one growing sadder as they rotted away in his mechanical hand. You could hear his clockwork heart. You could hear the waiting. You could hear the clicks and the silence. You could hear each silence stretch and yawn and grow wide as the sky.

This was written in April for National Poetry Month, and the companion image created shortly thereafter. I read this aloud in a video on youtube, if you want to hear the rhythms of it (click and then skip ahead to 1:48 if you don’t want to listen to all my other rambling).

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