Spitpaint #8

Topic: The Last Mammoth, 30min

Harold knew he was the last of
hairy beast that ruled the past so
he hopped in a cab
took a left at the lab
and drove all the way to Mount Shasta.  

Spitpaint #7

Topic: Hall of Thorns

no bad poetry today, my tummy hurts :(

Spitpaint #6

Been busy with relatives from Taiwan in town for a couple days. But I'm back on it again now.

Topic: Bat Glider

This one stocky Japanese salaryman
of planes and flying he was a fan
one day he awoke
made wings as a joke
and flew from work to the beach for a tan.

Spitpaint #5

Topic: Book of Fire

Reading through the book of fire
She learned to set a thought ablaze
But burn herself she never could
her skin like ice for days.

(fuck it's late)

Spitpaint #4

Topic: Elf Queen x Heart of the Mountain (we usually pick one out of 4, today I took 2)

After a long day
sipping a peaty whiskey
this pic - so not cute.

Bloody why haiku?
this is not a limerick!
No rhymes today y'all.

Spitpaint #3

Topic: Tallboy

Wars on Mars!
- means no more cars.
The sand bright and red
will get stuck in your bed
Unless you wear robo boots out to bars.

Spitpaint #2

Topic: Fishmarket.

30 min is not enough time to think or plan or anything!! So my brain gave me a carp trying to buy bananas from the stall on his head with a giant nickel. :P

There once was a carp from Nantucket
who wanted to buy a red bucket.
All he had was a nickel -
oh my what a pickle!
He'll take the whole market, well fuckit.

Spitpaint #1

If I do a 30min spit paint every other day or so, will I get any better?
topic: Nice Lawn

Poor Mr. Pinkler
had a shitty sprinkler.
At the bottom of his cliff
he smoked a big spliff
until his eyes got a little more crinkler.

June #1 - Wonder Woman

Somewhere towards the end of May, I started to fall into a giant chasm of a rut. Except it wasn't so much falling as clumsily tumbling down a slope of fail in slow motion, for whatever reason being unable to stop the descent as all creative attempts ended up a steaming pile of shame. I can only describe it as an underwater shit ballet that I was tired of and just trying to wait out.

In the end it took some wallowing, a couple of spicy margaritas and zoning out to lots of Southpark and Daredevil on Netflix for me to climb out my pool of fail. I don't really have much of a following, but seeing positive feedback really does help me escape the dark places of art doom. (always!)

So thank you again for your views and likes, they spur me on to get better and not worry about how long it might be taking me. Here is my much delayed first post of June, hooray for fanart.