“Hot young party boy”
Taken from the Boston Phoenix July 13-19 adult personals.
Old MacDonald had a farm, Ee-i-ee-i-oh,
And on that farm he had some blood, Ee-i-ee-i-oh.
This Orwellian hellscape makes the perfect serving platter for that one non-vegetarian relative who always demands meat at your annual tofu cookout. Large enough to hold up to three pounds of still-trembling, resentful animal flesh.
Upon finishing their meal, diners will be delighted to observe the jaunty cow, whose crudely painted visage perfectly expresses a blend of reproach and determination to haunt the dreams of her slayers.
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Barbie inventor Ruth Handler had this to say of her curvaceous creation-
“Girls were using the dolls to project their dreams of their own futures as adult women”
Phase 1) Eat lipstick
Phase 2) Bedazzle intestinal tract
Phase 3) ?????
Phase 4) Future as adult woman
It’s serendipitous when my first find of the day…
is seemingly the scorching erotic daydream of the second find.
Mrs. Mouse knows full well that it’s not his nautical compass Captain Codpiece is plucking in his pocket. “Come away children” she chides the small mouslings who peep wide-eyed from behind her skirts. “You are to have nothing to do with such gentlemen. No, I’ll explain when you’re older, now come along. Mummy is becoming quite fractious and I’m sure none of you want to be eaten before we get to the park”.
I have been asked what sort of things I *do* buy at Savers. Well they have to have a little something special. Take this little chap. Who among us hasn’t felt as he has? I believe there’s a little lost boss-eyed dog in all of us, just looking for a way of understanding a world we didn’t create, but must be held accountable to nevertheless.
Great art should be as a mirror that reflects the soul.
“Tell me again about how we’re going to have place of our own some day, and be happy keeping rabbits. And we’ll chase these cats away!”
This singular fellow will still murder you in your sleep, but he won’t feel good about it. Poor little guy.
This beautiful work of art caught my eye immediately I entered the store. It seemed to call out to me somehow-a far-off strain of some melancholy reel I had heard as a child, but that the years of toil and care had caused me to forget.
I like the ambiguous jaw line. Canine or equine? It’s a question we’ve all asked ourselves during those long dark nights of the soul. What is the artist trying to say here? He’s thoughtfully signed the canvas, so maybe one day we can ask him…or maybe it is better not to know. There are some mysteries (and I feel the noble doggicorn is one of them) that are cheapened for being explained.
The frame was liberally spattered with what looked like blood, but could also have been ketchup. It’s touches like these that separate mere painters from true Artists.