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poppedart:Paintings and Miscellany by Jules Anslow
Welcome!Come on in. Peace has prevailed with the camera, so I was
able to bring a chair with me this time. Do sit down, put your feet up on the
plastic tooth, and relax. Please, continue digging in the boxes, but do mind the
cages (the one with the black nose bites).
At last a few of my paintings and etc. have arrived,
with more coming soon. Feel free to fondle the knick-knacks or plot a course to
the Devron system, whichever you prefer (do remember it's in the neutral zone;
you'll need a cloaking device). Here are a
few pictures from our trip to Neptune last summer, when the rain was a seven-eyed barn
swallow with a crispy mantra dangling noiselessly from my left ankle.
We ran into Bob there, who sends his love. And
it occurred to me there, in the bathroom, how much sense does it make to make
sense when no one else can make sense of the
sense you're making? Ah, but now to
propose a
toast...
Be afraid. Be very
afraid.
My roommate from a purple past came to visit me next month
from Cleveland, bringing with her a most luminous electric blanket, as the
Northwest winds have crept throughout the unpainted (as yet) stairwell, into the
echoes of a pitbull named Kitty and children
sleeping gleefully in the windowless closet not yet filled with shoes, fleas, or
chicken wire, let alone an anxious electric kiln. I haven't the heart to tell
her the pipes are still broken. Perhaps she has a curtain of her own... three
black cats should be plenty, don't you think, Edgar? Ah, but the ferrets are here now, as I recall
wisps of fictitious smoke curling from the business end of the pen clenched in
her teeth, reflecting tiny colored balls swirling futilely in an endless vortex amid
Luther's velvet intonations... I only hope the altitude will adequately
consternate the blackberries.
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| Buzz over to my daughter's cool picture
pages! |
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| BLATANT NEPOTISM: Click on this hyperfunky lamp to visit my niece's
cool X-Files site from whence I pilfered it. |
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| Home away from home... |
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| Your faaaaace is like a sooooong... |
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| ...reason I never got to bed before 2AM in the
seventies. |
Here are the same links I had
before I fell in a bubbling vat of rice pudding:
Oh, do you have to go? Okay then,
just leave the sneakers and sweater there in the closet for next
time...
Do come back soon, and help me put
the FUN back in PROFUNDITY. It's been a
pleasure capturing the precious present with you (put some in your pocket for
later, 'kay?).
E-mail me at: poppedart1@yahoo.com
Life's too short not to spend
it laughing; y'know, if you're not in traction.
Au Reservoir! Love, Jules
Last time I came in and changed the chickens:
February 16th, 2000
(He's still here...the little Spanish y; or maybe
he's Italian? He just sits there, ignoring the rest of the page, promoting his
own agenda, baiting me, waiting for me to crack...well, IT'S TOO LATE.)
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