You See That Ice Cream?

Friends, by Kristine Lee

I feel like that ice cream. The ball on the ground, melting. It's 95 degrees in the shade and I'm stuck alone at my mom's house, ripping off wall paneling, patching & painting and getting it ready to sell, living mostly off of the apocalypse diet (whatever cans and boxes of food I can scrounge up) and now I am out of chocolate cookies. As Pink Floyd said, this will not do. So, while I'm literally waiting for paint to dry, I thought I'd catch up on posting cool art from last year.

time well spent

closeup view Jack Troy cup, links to Jack Troy artist page

time to explore

link to newest page of ceramic artist links, including link to Scott Parady, pictured

time flies

Link to monthly image blog