Posted in Imagination, Prose

Shakespeare for the Insane!

Or is it the inane?


To be 🐝 or not 2 bees 🐝🐝

(It is 👁!)


That 🧟‍♀️ we ☎️ a🌹


If 🎼🎻🎸be the 🍔🍟🌮 of life, 🤾🏽‍♀️🤸🏼‍♀️🏂 on. The appetite may 🤮, and we ⚰️.


❤️me R 😡me,

❤️😡 R in my 👍🙏🏼.


A 🤡 thinks

himself to be 🦉,

but a 🦉👳🏽‍♂️

knows 👉🏻👳🏽‍♂️

to 🐝a 🤡.


And the band played on

and the world continued to spin

and I continued to post

with 🥔💩🥔 on my chin!


You actually signed the picture?

Now that takes Knutspa!

Posted in Art, Imagination, Prose, Stories

Potty Art!

My wife asked,

When did you start your adventures in art?

Well, if that’s what it is, I started as a wee baby. My first medium being potty art. Unusual shapes and colors which pungent odors throw in here and there for special effect. And some of my diapers were pure masterpieces. But they had to be discarded for health reason.

I did some oil painting when 10 or so and the pretty much stopped until I did an oil painting in 1968 for some unknown reason.

I then entered a big artless void until recently, being in retirement and bored an such. Mainly just scribbles, dribbles, doodles and unplanned stuff proving I’m a bit off my noodle.

Since I’m rapidly approaching 80. I’m sure I will return to my first ‘baby medium.’

This time, old-age, senile Potty Art!

Yes! What goes around comes around!

But this time it’s not as round and occurs less frequently I fear!