www.yayplanes.com or http Come along as Argyle and Jim teach us about airplanes and introduce us to the parts of an airplane, the shapes that airplanes are made from, and even how planes fly! Watch takeoffs and landings, and even go up in an airplane high above farms, streets, houses, and people!
Sock Dolls Dance Painting by Carolyn Oberst – as part of the series on arts by GeoBeats. My name is Carolyn Oberst and this is my painting that is called Sock Dolls Dance. The inspiration for this piece came from my collection of vintage toys, handmade toys, toys that are just not that commercial basically is what I collect, and in this instance these were two sock dolls made from argyle socks. A sort of a rabbit piece I guess you could call it and a duck, and that was where I started from. What I usually do is I take the subject for the work and I turn it into a drawing and then I take the drawings and cut them up and make a collage and cut them up until I get a composition that feels like something I want to work on, and in this case I ended up with the largest piece I have made so far. This is 64 inches high by 82 inches wide. So once I have the drawing done, I make shapes, decide which shapes that I want to cut, which things I want to pop out and which things I want to make flat, and then they are cut out of wood starting with like quarter inch up to an inch in depth. I cut them on a bandsaw, and once the pieces are cut, they have to be gessoed and then painted and the backboard gets painted, so because in order to look at the work on the wall, it has to be screwed together, I mostly work on the floor. So the painting would be on the floor, I had be making the pieces, and then I get up on a big ladder and look down to try to decide how I want it to be, and once all …
Swingin’ Utters Playboys, Punks, and Pretty Things Lyrics: “A penny for your thoughts,” he says as he swiftly slips from bed to bed and the thoughtful ones are charmed by him and the sexy ones turned on by him and he’s knighted by casanova’s kin and his ladies would never turn on him ’cause he’s the cary grant of the party kings and the playboy of your wildest dreams wouldn’t you like to be a sweetheart? Haven’t you dreamed of being an upstart? Owning the heart of every beauty queen the envy of every ladies man-machine making regular stops at meat market spots lifting skirts and molesting tarts buying bottles and blow and whiskey shots for any femme fatale who’s got an urge to fuck. Sometimes he’s not alone he’s got a family and home does he rent or does he own? Is he the villian in your tome? Has he forgotten his way? Has he a mind to leave the fray? Are you so naive and vague? Does it matter anyway? ly afternoon it’s dead they’ve all gone down and off to bed and in his hands a fifth of gin, a fine young thing, some methedrine disgusted, drunk and all washed up and still nursing a stinking cup he shades his eyes from a cloudless sky and punkes it up, it’s party time again. Combat boots are all laced up prada shoes with argyle socks seductive stares and massed up hair ripped and torn and now laid bare i’ll take you to my little room i’ll play you “fly me to the moon” relax, i’m clean and blind and free you won’t gain anything from me. Come take comfort from the storm …