Wednesday is Comic Day!

So a new tradition is starting.  Not one, but TWO posts a week, with Wednesday as Comic Day.  Enjoy!

Birds and Fish

Today I had a conversation about love with a young lady. It came up because her fish had died. One died a short time ago, and the other died today. I told her I was sorry, but it reminded me of another story. This is a particular sad story. When I was a kid we had two love birds. They played in their cage together all day long. One was yellow and the other blue. One morning we found the yellow one on the floor of the cage dead. The blue one hopped around her. I wondered if he knew what had happened to her. That night we heard him tweeting loudly and rushed to his cage to find him with his head in the little ladder. He killed himself. I was probably eleven of twelve when this happened. I was a little in shock about the whole thing.

Love is confusing. I don't think it's just about depending on someone else or not being able to live without that special someone in your life. We have all had love and suffered loss, and we are still here. There is so much to live for and so much happiness, love, joy in the world. I hope you see that in your life reader. Bless you! Now enjoy this love fish:

Kiss me!

Wild Things

Looking back on my life I've tried to find things that have inspired me to be an Artist.  I received a lot of hand-me-downs and Where the Wild Things Are was among them.  I would be glued to those pages, looking at every detail.  Maurice Sendak wrote  AND illustrated it.  He's a big inspiration.
So I've decided to have fun with some painting programs and this is among the first illustrations I've made.  I'm still trying to figure it out.

P.S.  The Cuts, Bruises, and Broken bones show is still up, check some images out here

Andre

Andre the Giant was a hero of mine when I was younger. I don't really remember why. We had toys of him and everything. He was another popular character on pajamas to run around in. Learning more about him I discovered that he was a heavy drinker. He once drank 119 beers in one sitting. It was one of the few times that he ever passed out from drinking. He passed out in the hallway of the hotel that he was staying at. The people that he was with draped over a piano cover over him so he wouldn't be disturbed because there was no way of moving him.

His large size made him a super star, but it caused him a lot of pain too—physical as well as emotional. He had terrible back pain. He was always looked at as different. I think that drinking may have been a way to escape. A way to numb the pain.

Drained

First and foremost I want to say thank you for everyone that was able to come to The Hive Gallery on Friday night. It was a great experience to be able to hang out with all of you and see the work of some other incredible artists in the area. I also want to say thank you to The Hive Gallery for allowing us to have the show there and for being so wonderful to us. The people there are amazing and such a pleasure to work with. The show will be going until the end of the month, so if you have a chance you should go out there. Some of the pieces we have out there are selling for around $35-40 large(24x18+), and $10-12 small(12x8+).

To get ready for the show I wanted to make sure that I had ten pieces ready. There was one piece that I really wanted to take my time on and get right. I spent a few sleepless nights getting it ready and I hope that you enjoy it.

This is how I feel sometimes. I feel like all of my ideas pour out at once. Being an artist can be really exhausting sometimes. I don't know if people know how much it takes to do art. I think that we sometimes think to ourselves "I could do that." I think I've said that a lot in my life—only to fail when I do try. It takes a lot of effort to do something—but if we keep at it—we do succeed. Thanks everyone that reads this and supports what I do. You guys are great!

Heart,
Toast