What’s the Real Reason?

What’s the real reason behind the choices I make as an artist? For instance, why didn’t I do this photo of the artwork over again when the wind warped the bottom left corner. That answer is simple. I was taking this picture with natural sunlight. And once the wind started messing up my pictures, it only got worse. This was the first and best of five attempts. And, while it doesn’t show up here, I did several photo-shop manipulations of this picture, including shrinking the girl’s head. The original was done from a couple of models I got consent from when I worked at a daycare center in Iowa City where I went to college. The boy was eight years old in the summer of 1980. The girl was six, but I used a photo of a girl I went to second grade with, so the head was also eight. They represent David Copperfield and Emily, Pegotty’s niece from the Dickens novel. I had to read the book for my Master’s Exam which I took instead of writing a thesis. The picture is about how I saw myself and my world in that timeless novel.

This picture won a blue ribbon in the art competition at the Wright County Fair in 1979. It is a colored-pencil cartoon situation right out of a Jay Ward, Dudley Do-Right cartoon. I used a picture from a Canadian travel ad for the Mountie. The Indian sidekick is a modified version of Little Beaver, Red Ryder’s sidekick. The villain and the girl were basically Snidely Whiplash and Nell from the Dudley Do-Right cartoons, but made to look slightly more realistic… but only very slightly.

Actually, I lied a bit about the blue ribbon. I got the purple Grand Champion ribbon for this picture. I had entered it solely because two years before I saw how easy it would be to win a purple ribbon looking at the pictures that won it, and I wanted to win the purple ribbon. Sorry I lied, but the real reason for this picture is that I wanted to win that ribbon.

This painting, from the 1990s, was an attempt to make sofa art to sell in my sister-in-law’s home décor store. So, the real reason for this painting’s existence is greed. But since I ended up putting so many hours into it that I couldn’t justify selling it for twenty dollars in a store that went out of business because nobody ever shopped there, I got far more value out of it by keeping it and enjoying it myself. It was inspired by numerous paintings of Native Americans done by white people on display in Love’s Travel Stops across Texas in the 1990s.

This picture, “That Night in Saqqara,” is about youth versus age, thinking about death, immortality, and being afraid of any or all of it. The model for the Mummy is Boris Karloff who was so nice to pose for a production still from his movie that I could draw him long after he was actually dead. The boy was a seventh-grader in 1983 who did not actually pose for this without a shirt on or with an actual Ankh life-symbol around his neck. The Pharaoh in the tomb-mural in the background was from National Geographic Magazine, and I think was supposed to be Tutankhamun, but I could be wrong. I am old and I mix up lots of things I once clearly knew. That’s what mummified brains have to be like, apparently.

The reason I had to create this artwork was because I was increasingly falling victim to illness, especially arthritis, and I was constantly thinking about what it would be like to die alone, entombed in a two-bedroom apartment on North Stewart Street in Cotulla, Texas. This was well before I met and married my wife, who is now my wife of 25 years.

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Polly-Ticks! Ick!

I had to illustrate this post with pictures of a pretty brown-eyed girl to take your mind off the fact that this is a complainer post. Yes, the Republican Party has ticked me off. In other words, they have become a huge blood-sucking tick that I need to get off my chest and away from my heart.

Complaint number one; Those monkey-flingers have probably killed us. Climate change is slated to kill all life on Earth in fifty years. And they are busy protecting their profit-making by polluting more than ever while they still have fossil fuels to make money with. And they are going to shut the government down if huge cuts aren’t made to programs that help people like me, my family, all the people in my neighborhood, and all the people in the middle class and below while protecting the trillions of dollars in tax cuts that have a majority of all wealth flowing into the bottomless pockets of the ultra-greedy one-percenters.

We really only have until 2032 to solve the climate crisis. And the stupid MAGA minions refuse to believe in the fact of human-created climate change as reported, checked, updated, and verified by the international scientific community nearly every year since the 1970s. NASA, British and French climate studies, the US military resources, and independent scientific studies and data collectors throughout the globe, though peer-reviewed constantly, are all not believable because somebody on Fox News or Mark Levin or Tucker Carlson says all their studies and charts and tables and books are all lies. They have obviously done their own research by accepting fish food from the usual fishermen. Never mind the fatal fishhooks.

And if we are going to survive the climate crisis, we need to build hurricane-proof domed cities, de-acidify the oceans of the world, and relocate people forced out of the tropical climates that have become too hot for trees, animals, and people to stay alive. We not only have to stop putting more carbon dioxide and methane gas into the atmosphere, but we also have to take much of what’s up there in the air out again, sequestering carbon in forests, jungles, and back underground. And we have the technology to do all of these things, but we do not have time to squander.

And the Republicans will kill all of us by continuing to waste government time with impeachments of Biden that have no evidence of anything improper or illegal, and spending cuts that will derail the climate mitigation strategies I pointed out we are already behind on building. They have fired their Speaker of the House, dissolved into arguing groups of monkey-flingers, refused to fund the government which will lead to a shutdown, and they are still determined to foist the spoiled-mango ex-president criminal with the corn-tassel wig back into the White House. We are all going to die.

Complaint number two; Those mangy firetruckers without the “iretr” are also doing the one thing that most alienates me in all the world. They are banning books.

The thing is, those MAGA-minded Republicans, the low-information ones especially, are thoroughly convinced that they are better than the people they hate. And they think they have the right to tell others what rules they must obey and thoughts they must think even those imperial edicts don’t apply to them… because they don’t know what “edict” means.

What they do know the meaning of are the words “black,” “Jew,” and “gay,” and they associate all those words with a special fear and hatred. They also DON’T know the meanings of “woke,” “cultural elite,” and “gender.” Loud and sometimes violent parent groups go to special school board protest meetings to get books banned from the school libraries like the works of James Baldwin, Maya Angelou, and Walter Dean Myers because they are black, Biographies of Roberto Clemente and Rosa Parks for the same reason, books about the Holocaust and the origins of Hollywood because they tell the truth about Jews in America and the wider world, and true stories about gay penguin pairs raising a chick or young boys who like to wear skirts. The loud and sometimes violent parents who want to shield their children from any such scary truths are also depriving children of access to books like that even if I like them and, as a teacher, think those books are good for kids. To Kill a Mockingbird, The Roberto Clemente Story, Beloved by Toni Morrison, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou, and the Biography of Harvey Milk have all been banned in Florida and Texas.

What right do people who most likely don’t even read books have to tell anyone else or anyone else’s children what they can and can’t read? Ron DeSantis, Greg Abbott, Ben Shapiro, Dennis Praeger, and Jordan Petersen certainly shouldn’t have any say in the matter. The Nazis in Germany burned books in the city squares of most German cities as Adolf Hitler came to power. Are we on the verge of burning books and red States and welcoming the new Fuhrer Donald Adolf Trumpkin Twitler back to the greatest seat of power on this planet again?

I apologize for ranting. But I am old enough now that my old and angry coot-brain comes to a boil easily and MAGA incompetence, corruption, and evil have raised the heat level of the entire world.

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More Illustrating AeroQuest

I am nearing the completion of the rewrite of part two of AeroQuest. Part of that is getting all the illustrations I want to include done. So, here are a few more that I have been working on.

For those who might be wondering, AeroQuest 1 and AeroQuest 2 are comic science fiction, and I have chosen to rewrite them with lots of illustrations since it is a work of fiction that I might’ve done as a graphic novel if only I didn’t have arthritis in my hands.

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Illustrating AeroQuest

As I am editing and rewriting my first published novel to turn it into a novel series of at least four books, I have been enjoying rounding up and editing old artwork to illustrate it. I have been taking advantage of the fact that you can, after a fashion, plug illustrations into the manuscript and have it come through as acceptably good in the final Amazon publication.

The story comes from adventure logs of a space-fantasy role-playing game called Traveller. I played the game with small handfuls of high school kids whose player characters are now the main characters of the story (after modifications and considerable censorship.

The illustrations, a lot of them, are drawings of the characters that I did in pen and ink back in the 1980’s.

We went through multiple generations of player characters, some of whom were practically immortal, and others that died horrible deaths after a few episodes.

Most of the acting in the RPG was done for humor’s sake, and so my Sci-Fi tale turns out to be more of comedy than anything else.

Amanda is Ged’s daughter, though the player was not related to Ged’s player.

Rescuing the novel from the sorry state it was in from being an awkward first attempt at publishing done with a publisher that later had to be sued and put on trial for fraud has been an interesting and rewarding experience. These stories will never be among my best works, but they were definitely a learning experience. And rewriting them is a learning experience itself, living the story all over again with significant changes.

The places are the same, but as a satire, they had to be re-named in many instances as the planet’s names and their make-up were copied from other books and movies. But they were rewritten by the players themselves as everything was turned into comedy and farce. Hence, the planet Mongo ruled by Emperor Ming, became the planet Mingo ruled by Emperor Mong. These are obvious references that are re-named in ways that give us a laugh or a wince.

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I doubt it is obvious by just looking at these drawings, but by reducing their size, the line drawings are improved to a high degree.

Illustrating AeroQuest has been fun. Maybe, at some point, it will even prove profitable. But ultimately, it is definitely a thing worth doing.

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Two More Portraits

Ariel’s arresting blue eyes.

Little Babe;s Bikini

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Ta-Da-Ra!

On the mantel

Of our home hearth

Sit the objects

That give life worth

A candle lighting

The dark of earth

A cup once painted

With paint and mirth

A Snoopy plaque

Announcing birth

And ceramic doll

Smiling o’er the hearth.

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Novel-ty Art

Valerie Clarke in the Snow for Snow Babies

Some Art is created for the sake of illustrating my novels. So, today’s artwork is all about that.

Running for the Bus in The Boy… Forever
Re-done cover art for Superchicken
Francois and Mr. Disney for Sing Sad Songs
Davalon, Tanith, and George Jetson from Stardusters and Space Lizards
Silkie and Donner in Magical Miss Morgan
Mike Murphy and Blueberry Bates from Magical Miss Morgan
Invisible Captain Dettbarn, Valerie in Squirrel Form, and Mary Philips from When the Captain Came Calling
Anneliese the Gingerbread Girl from Recipes for Gingerbread Children
Grandma Gretel, Todd Niland, Sherry Cobble, and Sandy Wickham from Recipes for Gingerbread Children
Zearlop Zebra the ventriloquist’s puppet, Terry Houston, and Murray Dawes from Fools and Their Toys
Orben Wallace, The Bicycle-Wheel Genius
Torrie Brownfield from The Baby Werewolf
Milt Morgan from The Baby Werewolf
Dorin Dobbs from Catch a Falling Star
Ged Aero from Aeroquest 1 & 2

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Cowgirl

She used to vote Republican.

Before they got so cruel.

But she won’t vote a Democrat,

‘Cause rich guys have her fooled.

She’ll lasso any guy she likes,

“Cause her beauty lets her rule.

A cowgirl really loves her horse,

And bareback riding’s cool.

Aha! Another really terrible poem by that awful poet Mickey!!!

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A Little Bit .Gif-fy… Not Goofy

Sometimes life gets a bit tough when you are old and diabetic and grumpy all the time… and your kids are still teenagers… and you have to spend four hours a day driving them to two different schools in two different Dallas suburbs… and it rains one day and swelters you in Texas heat the next… and the drive home occurs during rush hour… and you just can’t think beyond loud thoughts like; “Why does that stop light turn red right before I get there?” and “Why can’t somebody teach teenagers how to drive in a high school parking lot?!” and “Why is the sun so bright and in my eyes going BOTH DIRECTIONS?!?” and “Why is the worst driver in Texas always the one right in front of me?!?!!!”

And then you realize, you can’t think any more to make a decent post for your blog.  You are dead tired and out of ideas, though still able to type… even though you are apparently dead according to this sentence.  So what do you post?  You need some chocolate and iced tea for your brain.  And you decide it is better to come out of the closet for being .gif-goofy and collecting .gif’s.  You heard right.  I mean .gif’s.  I am not talking about peanut butter.  And I didn’t misspell goofs.  I mean those crazy moving things on the internet where the motion is repetitive and the promotion of the motion is mindless.  Yes, those moving-picture things called .gif’s.

Like this one;

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Rainbow Dash is really going after that guitar riff in this guitar-riff .gif!  And I didn’t steal this from Deviantart.  I stole it from somebody else who stole it from Deviantart.

And then I have an audience for her solo;

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And these .gif’s make me happy.  Happy like a frog;

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And why do these minor miracles of motion make me happy?  I don’t know.  But they do.

And I must not be the only one.  Somebody went to a great deal of work to create some of these:

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And one might wonder if it is an evil thing to be happy about being .gif-goofy.  But in my experience, they  only fascinate the eyes for a short while and alter my mood in goofy weird ways.

 

 

 

 

So now that I’m all goofed up, let me end with one more.

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So, now, these .gif’s have tamed me, and I am unique in all the world.

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What Does a Space Princess Look Like?

Not exactly like Princess Leia. But a very B-movie vibe here.

A Space Princess can be an alien like this little Nebulon Princess.

An adventuring Space Princess would need to keep a low profile as she travels from planet to planet.

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