Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

HEY MOUSE ! I FOUND A CONTINENT BUT FORGOT MY PHONE NUMBER !
I SAW A MOUSE DOWN TO WORK THE OTHER DAY SO I BEEN THINKING ABOUT U SINCE. WHERE U AT ? SHHHHHH ! STOP SHOUTING ! ok.

(I) made something 4u. I posted it on my log to see if u had been peeking but Jack says i should post it here. So ...

Not exactly where I would have put it mingo,

I would have put it here

But that is just my opinion.



I thought about mouseyone today. It is Chagall's birthday.
I think most of all I miss her sense of humor
I fell in love with that. Ask her to tell you the joke about the flat faced bitch.

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Two Poets and a Loon. I love it.

Now I wonder which one's who?

Who's the Loon? Well what's to say we aren't all loons and Poets on our days off days! And vice versa!

Thanks, mingo. I have been around but a bit too square to log in and post and share.

Delighted I am sure.

Thanks, still trucking, for enjoying my sense of humour. I often think it is an acquired taste. Or is that bitter after taste?

Glad you enjoy my essence. Such as it is.

Who. Who.

Not you you flat faced bitch!

(Well yeah, I guess you had to be there. )

It's a little bit like the moose joke.

A moose walks into the Bar.

Bartender says, "Hey, why the long face?"

The two guys on the right looking at one another are the poets. All the way to the left is the loon. The other two critters I don't know who they are they just showed up said they wanted to be in the painting so I let them. Ain't it a hell of a grand day ?

It was a hell of a grand day...and is today too!

I could tell the poets from the loon. I think those other two characters must be the bats in the belfry...or perhaps the poet's muse...maybe a little of both!

Yeah. That's possible. Happens a lot when I paint. Things just show up that I never remember inviting. I got a name for all such things. I call them the "little guys".

Happy surprises more like. Well, when a painting paints itself I guess you never know what's gonna turnip!