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  • Data Storm

    They both read the books. She first, and then him.She read then to her nephews and he would pretend to be fixing the wire in a nearby outlet when in fact, he was just as interested in constantly searching, strangely transformed beings as the two wide eyed boys. After a few hundred pages, he developed a keen sense of understanding. Then he rewired the remote control.

    Posted: April 17th, 2011 ˑ  No Comments
    Filled under: Artwork, observed
  • April MothUP

    Posted: April 3rd, 2011 ˑ  No Comments
    Filled under: Events
  • Celebrate

    Posted: February 26th, 2011 ˑ  No Comments
    Filled under: illustration, observed
  • My Heart Went Out To Her

    She smiles. She has been trained to smile. Her eyes look forward. She steps over the clutter on the floor. Her heart is usually everywhere else in the world but sometimes overlooked in her own chest.

    Posted: February 21st, 2011 ˑ  No Comments
    Filled under: Artwork, observed
  • Head In A Vase

    Posted: February 20th, 2011 ˑ  No Comments
    Filled under: illustration, observed
  • Spin Cycle

    Posted: February 20th, 2011 ˑ  No Comments
    Filled under: illustration, observed
  • Probes

    Posted: February 20th, 2011 ˑ  No Comments
    Filled under: illustration, observed
  • In the Frog Pond

    Posted: January 29th, 2011 ˑ  No Comments
    Filled under: Artwork, observed
  • Victory Garden

    His cabbage heads were enormous; and ,of course, we all came to him for sauerkraut to top our kielbasa. So we were very surprised when the wires began to appear. Then we were fascinated when the wires disappeared but the messages remained. .

    Posted: January 8th, 2011 ˑ  No Comments
    Filled under: illustration, observed
  • Eating Ice Cream

    sometimes, a moment of contentment starts and ends in unison.

    Posted: January 6th, 2011 ˑ  No Comments
    Filled under: illustration, observed
  • Peacock Spine

    My great uncle is a giraffe. His imagination was hidden under his spots. But once his sweetheart imagined those spots away and disclosed his boundless inquiry, well, I no longer had a tail with pluck-able feathers. And my own sweethearts are few and far between.

    Posted: December 29th, 2010 ˑ  No Comments
    Filled under: illustration, observed, That Mad Scientist
  • Giraffes Have Imagination

    “Sometimes I forget what it’s like; not to be connected with a long neck. If there were more four-legged creatures with long necks like ours, I guess it would be easier for non giraffes to put the image of the long neck aside and focus on our deepest concerns, perhaps our brilliant achievements.”

    Posted: December 24th, 2010 ˑ  No Comments
    Filled under: illustration, Jette Moorning:The Process, observed
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