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"The Bird Man" - mixed media on cradled wood panel, 12" x 24" x 1.75". Ready to hang. Available here and at Artfinder.
The studio kids are running amok once more. This time the birds are flying flocking flapping all around and leaving little poops all over the art supplies. Thank goodness the bird man appeared to engage their interest while I cleaned up behind them!
This piece began as a life drawing. The scheduled model was quite late one evening, so the facilitator, a sweet older guy, got up onto the platform and became our stand-in model for part of the session. In this pose, he was actually holding a long bamboo pole (a prop often used by the models). But something about his stoop, bent knees and hanging head demanded a very different setting.
Once you've grabbed the perfect one minute gesture on paper, it is quite challenging to recreate it in all its perfectness. This week's experiment was in making the original sketch a piece of collage adhered to the wood panel, and jumping off into the composition from there. The wood surface is ideal for this application, as a brayer and some matte medium will give a smooth result.
The studio kids are running amok once more. This time the birds are flying flocking flapping all around and leaving little poops all over the art supplies. Thank goodness the bird man appeared to engage their interest while I cleaned up behind them!
This piece began as a life drawing. The scheduled model was quite late one evening, so the facilitator, a sweet older guy, got up onto the platform and became our stand-in model for part of the session. In this pose, he was actually holding a long bamboo pole (a prop often used by the models). But something about his stoop, bent knees and hanging head demanded a very different setting.
Once you've grabbed the perfect one minute gesture on paper, it is quite challenging to recreate it in all its perfectness. This week's experiment was in making the original sketch a piece of collage adhered to the wood panel, and jumping off into the composition from there. The wood surface is ideal for this application, as a brayer and some matte medium will give a smooth result.
The Bird Man
Here in the PNW, spring has rocketed into view. I didn't know we even had neighbors during the dark, drizzly months when Pongo dragged us out for walks. We had the streets almost all to ourselves. But this weekend, every yard was being carefully tended, planted, weeded, trimmed and readied for the season. Here, where front yards are not grass, but are vegetable gardens, certified natural habitats and art installations, it is a bit exciting to see who is doing what and where.
While I have dreams of a two story metal welded dragon climbing the side our our house (hey hubs, if you are reading this, hint hint), I will settle (for now) for this little bell dragon on our fence post. He was a recent find at a vintage store, and reminds me of the larger versions we saw in Italy last summer. What do you think - will he frighten away prowlers?
While I have dreams of a two story metal welded dragon climbing the side our our house (hey hubs, if you are reading this, hint hint), I will settle (for now) for this little bell dragon on our fence post. He was a recent find at a vintage store, and reminds me of the larger versions we saw in Italy last summer. What do you think - will he frighten away prowlers?
This week's giveaway is still in progress! Thanks to EVERYONE who has participated so far! Want to join in the fun?
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"Flume and Falls" - oil on gallery wrapped canvas, 30" x 40" Ready to hang. Available here and at Artfinder
It was FIRSTS week here in the studio! The FIRST super large oil painting and the FIRST process video by my amazing intern, Fiona (who single-handedly slayed the tech aspect of this internship in one afternoon. Woot!) Thanks to many reader requests for more "in process" peeks, we're going to keep working on videography over here in upcoming weeks.
This piece began as an acrylic underpainting in bold colors. Acrylic paints don't require as much manipulating and massaging as the oils, so the underpainting allows me to get the basic composition and colors down without a ton of upper body work (which my still healing spine very much dislikes). After that, several layers of thinned oil paint to soften, provide haze and deepen the color layers and texture. The final touch, as depicted in the video, is to come back into the painting with oil pastels to amp up the color and contrast, then blend with a brush loaded with Liquin and soften with rags and a squeegee.
It was FIRSTS week here in the studio! The FIRST super large oil painting and the FIRST process video by my amazing intern, Fiona (who single-handedly slayed the tech aspect of this internship in one afternoon. Woot!) Thanks to many reader requests for more "in process" peeks, we're going to keep working on videography over here in upcoming weeks.
This piece began as an acrylic underpainting in bold colors. Acrylic paints don't require as much manipulating and massaging as the oils, so the underpainting allows me to get the basic composition and colors down without a ton of upper body work (which my still healing spine very much dislikes). After that, several layers of thinned oil paint to soften, provide haze and deepen the color layers and texture. The final touch, as depicted in the video, is to come back into the painting with oil pastels to amp up the color and contrast, then blend with a brush loaded with Liquin and soften with rags and a squeegee.
This piece, as with the "Bridal Veil painting posted earlier in the week, was inspired by a hike through the gorge and the drama of high cliffs, tall trees and rushing water. The gorge, still untamed despite civilization all around, immediately captures your senses with its high winds, massive rocks and cold, deep rushing water.
Weather in the gorge varies wildly from the surrounding communities. Like an ancient beast bellowing its independence from the modern world, the gorge winds whip and roar.
Speaking of ancient beasts, my intern, in an attempt to modernize me, insists on another GIVEAWAY!
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Intern and Ancient Beast
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"Bridal Veil" - oil on cradled panel. 11" x 14" x .5" Ready to hang. Available here and at Artfinder.
This week I worked with a "seascape" closer to home - Bridal Veil Falls. It is really a "gorgescape" since the scene is the Columbia Valley River Gorge and not the ocean. This is painted entirely with Michael Harding handmade oil paints, which are non-toxic and have no smell whatsoever. A lovely relief when it is too chilly to open windows.
The photo inspiration for this painting was taken during a family hike in the gorge. Using the Notan app, I converted it into a value study and then jumped off from there.
This week I worked with a "seascape" closer to home - Bridal Veil Falls. It is really a "gorgescape" since the scene is the Columbia Valley River Gorge and not the ocean. This is painted entirely with Michael Harding handmade oil paints, which are non-toxic and have no smell whatsoever. A lovely relief when it is too chilly to open windows.
The photo inspiration for this painting was taken during a family hike in the gorge. Using the Notan app, I converted it into a value study and then jumped off from there.
Bridal Veil
photo inspiration
Closer to home in Portland, this past week was the Hackenberg Award ceremony downtown, where Dr. Jeremy Spoon and Richard Arnold received a prestigious award for their work with Numic peoples in uniting tribes and government agencies in collaborative projects which reconnect culture, land, plants and animals.
Now this is a really interesting story of hope and cooperation in a country which is presently quite divided. A Jewish guy from Detroit (via Nepal) ends up in Nevada working with the southern Paiute and other tribes. An unlikely path!
Now this is a really interesting story of hope and cooperation in a country which is presently quite divided. A Jewish guy from Detroit (via Nepal) ends up in Nevada working with the southern Paiute and other tribes. An unlikely path!
He and tribal leader Arnold ultimately got the U.S. Department of Defense and other agencies to allow re-vegetation projects, ceremonial harvests and other gatherings on federal lands AND convinced 16 tribes to work together with the very government with which they shared a traumatic history. Now there is way more to the whole process than that one sentence (including a decade of patience, red tape, deep listening and negotiations). But the gist of it is just that - an unlikely collaboration amongst people on opposite sides of fences and of history. You can read more about some of their projects here.
One of their projects which delights me is the revegetation of 92 acres of land over low level radioactive waste buried underground. During the ceremony, Arnold said: "If the land is sick and out of balance, so are we." And so the tribes and the U.S. Forest Service and other agencies came together to plant and heal the land. Using a mix of native and scientific methods, seeds and plants were place in the ground and the healing began. And much to the surprise of the U.S. Forest Service, the native methods of planting (in the spring) were more successful than the scientific method (plant in fall and winter). The insects have returned to where once nothing lived. The land and the people have begun to heal. Hope for the planet and hope for the people - a good news story during angsty times!
One of their projects which delights me is the revegetation of 92 acres of land over low level radioactive waste buried underground. During the ceremony, Arnold said: "If the land is sick and out of balance, so are we." And so the tribes and the U.S. Forest Service and other agencies came together to plant and heal the land. Using a mix of native and scientific methods, seeds and plants were place in the ground and the healing began. And much to the surprise of the U.S. Forest Service, the native methods of planting (in the spring) were more successful than the scientific method (plant in fall and winter). The insects have returned to where once nothing lived. The land and the people have begun to heal. Hope for the planet and hope for the people - a good news story during angsty times!
becoming SUNRISE
a collaboration by Mary W. Cox and Jen Walls
64 pages, full color illustrations. Softcover
A small press publication by Writing Better Books.
Get your copy here!
a collaboration by Mary W. Cox and Jen Walls
64 pages, full color illustrations. Softcover
A small press publication by Writing Better Books.
Get your copy here!
Jen and Mary
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"Turn Left a Thousand Feet From Here" - oil on gallery wrapped canvas, 24" x 36" x 1.5". Ready to hang. Available here and at Artfinder.
The sea continues to call me. As do these ethereal seascapes. This one, my largest oil painting yet, took me on a wild ride for a couple of weeks. But I landed safely on the sand. :)
Choosing a title for this painting was trouble - and that's not usually a problem for me. But sometimes paintings have a strong, independent energy and demand a specific name. I finally stumbled across it in a Daniel Ladinsky translation of a Hafiz poem:
What I really want to give you
I can't,
Yet all day long
I try painting maps on the sky
With bright, tender sounds
That say,
"Turn left a thousand feet from here,
Just past that next hill..."
The poem continues, but this bit made me smile. Isn't the universe like that? Painting maps on the sky while trying to nudge us in one direction or another. We can't always understand those bright, tender sounds but we stand and listen and stare and appreciate. I suppose it wouldn't be as much fun if messages came to us in clear, concise billboards. But it might be nice if the sky map were a little less challenging to decipher now and again.
The sea continues to call me. As do these ethereal seascapes. This one, my largest oil painting yet, took me on a wild ride for a couple of weeks. But I landed safely on the sand. :)
Choosing a title for this painting was trouble - and that's not usually a problem for me. But sometimes paintings have a strong, independent energy and demand a specific name. I finally stumbled across it in a Daniel Ladinsky translation of a Hafiz poem:
What I really want to give you
I can't,
Yet all day long
I try painting maps on the sky
With bright, tender sounds
That say,
"Turn left a thousand feet from here,
Just past that next hill..."
The poem continues, but this bit made me smile. Isn't the universe like that? Painting maps on the sky while trying to nudge us in one direction or another. We can't always understand those bright, tender sounds but we stand and listen and stare and appreciate. I suppose it wouldn't be as much fun if messages came to us in clear, concise billboards. But it might be nice if the sky map were a little less challenging to decipher now and again.
It's HERE!
becoming SUNRISE has landed in two states (a month ahead of schedule) and is even more lovely than we imagined.
We'd love to put a copy in your hands! Click on the image at right to order yours. And thank you!!!
becoming SUNRISE has landed in two states (a month ahead of schedule) and is even more lovely than we imagined.
We'd love to put a copy in your hands! Click on the image at right to order yours. And thank you!!!
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The Residue of Yesterday
"The Residue of Yesterday" - acrylic on paper, 16" x 10.5" . "Bend the Knee" - acrylic on paper, 15.5" x 13". Each available here and at Artfinder.
The studio was quiet for about a week.
The space was cleared, air mattress inflated, suitcases piled in corners. There was a different kind of mojo percolating - family, frivolity, feasting. We spent a lot of time reminiscing (and laughing - oh! Those kids!) and also reflecting. The past year has put many in our family on the other side of some sort of surrender. Our shared stories were fodder for new strength.
It was no surprise afterward when the life drawing models assumed poses which echoed surrender. Life has a way of making us bend the knee under the residue of yesterday.
The studio was quiet for about a week.
The space was cleared, air mattress inflated, suitcases piled in corners. There was a different kind of mojo percolating - family, frivolity, feasting. We spent a lot of time reminiscing (and laughing - oh! Those kids!) and also reflecting. The past year has put many in our family on the other side of some sort of surrender. Our shared stories were fodder for new strength.
It was no surprise afterward when the life drawing models assumed poses which echoed surrender. Life has a way of making us bend the knee under the residue of yesterday.
There is an exquisite catharsis after a shared surrender. A metamorphosis of transformation - like the miracle of composted garbage turned into soil. Sorrows given words take wing and become light and airborne, leaving us behind with a gift of residual wisdom.
Over the past few years, the collaboration between myself and author Mary W. Cox has been a form of cyber catharsis. A painting floats on the internet, burdened with emotion and waiting to be released. A haiku frees the emotion from the art and transforms it into wisdom and hope. We are so fortunate to have this connection and oddly wonderful creative process.
The weight of the actual book will feel satisfying in our hands - like a sleeping newborn, filled with the endless potential of the universe. It arrives any day now!
Bend the Knee
Share in the transformation! Pre-order your copy of becoming SUNRISE - A Collaboration by Mary W. Cox and Jen Walls. 64 pages of haiku and full color art. Thank you so much for your support!
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becoming SUNRISE, a collaboration by Mary W. Cox and Jen Walls
softcover, 64 pages with full color illustrations
available for pre-order here.
I have known the writer and poet Mary W. Cox from, far far away much longer than I have ever been in her physical presence. Yet this tiny, MIGHTY woman remains an integral part of my creative ether. We share an umbilical cord of mischievous mojo and philosophical leanings, along with a large portfolio of paintings illustrated by her haiku poetry. A collaboration which began many years ago and birthed one book already (blue wild) tumbled headlong into a second project, which was scooped up by publisher Better Books and editor extraordinaire Leslie Rindoks.
Today, we are delighted to announce the birth of becoming SUNRISE, a new book of poetry illuminating art (cue wild dancing and twirling!!!!!!)
softcover, 64 pages with full color illustrations
available for pre-order here.
I have known the writer and poet Mary W. Cox from, far far away much longer than I have ever been in her physical presence. Yet this tiny, MIGHTY woman remains an integral part of my creative ether. We share an umbilical cord of mischievous mojo and philosophical leanings, along with a large portfolio of paintings illustrated by her haiku poetry. A collaboration which began many years ago and birthed one book already (blue wild) tumbled headlong into a second project, which was scooped up by publisher Better Books and editor extraordinaire Leslie Rindoks.
Today, we are delighted to announce the birth of becoming SUNRISE, a new book of poetry illuminating art (cue wild dancing and twirling!!!!!!)
To the left is a little snippet of the magic we make together - this powerhouse of poetry and one malarkey-filled painter.
"Do you doubt?" she asks. I do not. This woman wields words like a sorceress, weaving a web of savory and sweet, snarky and serious.
The publishing world is not an easy place for tiny tomes like these. This is a very small press run, fitting of an exquisite volume meant for a few kindred hands to hold. You won't find it on Amazon. And it won't likely make us rich or famous.
"Do you doubt?" she asks. I do not. This woman wields words like a sorceress, weaving a web of savory and sweet, snarky and serious.
The publishing world is not an easy place for tiny tomes like these. This is a very small press run, fitting of an exquisite volume meant for a few kindred hands to hold. You won't find it on Amazon. And it won't likely make us rich or famous.
But becoming Sunrise will give you a little sense of wonder and whimsy, philosophy and quirky mash-ups. Don't we all need that?
We have a second chance to dazzle in the book world because of your support, dear readers! Our first volume created enough of a buzz that we have only a few copies left. Your encouragement kept our collaboration rolling and grabbed the interest of a publisher. We are grateful from the bottom of our two hearts.
We have a second chance to dazzle in the book world because of your support, dear readers! Our first volume created enough of a buzz that we have only a few copies left. Your encouragement kept our collaboration rolling and grabbed the interest of a publisher. We are grateful from the bottom of our two hearts.
Mary. W. Cox and yours truly in Charlotte, 2016
If your sound is on, you might have heard a catchy tune on my site today. This is thanks to the AMAZING MIKE at Tiny Anthems, who wrote a theme song for me: "Jen, Deftly Summoning Unknown Birds Like It Ain't No Thang (But It Is A Thang)" Am I the only artist with a theme song?
Unusual things of unusual feather,
Are brought together.
Sounds like the lyrics of collaboration! Want to listen again? Click here and find the anthem on my landing page!
Unusual things of unusual feather,
Are brought together.
Sounds like the lyrics of collaboration! Want to listen again? Click here and find the anthem on my landing page!
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"Baby Please Don't Go" - mixed media on paper, 18" x 25" . Unframed. Available here and at Artfinder.
Say it isn't so.
A month of seascapes has come and gone....the videos are over, the classroom is shuttered and the students are standing on the metaphorical sidewalk with their paints in hand, heads hanging low.
There are still pieces in progress in the studio, thank goodness. But I feel like a month-long stay by the sea has ended. Crashing waves, dramatic skies and towering cliffs are in the rear-view mirror. I am going to miss this workshop.
Say it isn't so.
A month of seascapes has come and gone....the videos are over, the classroom is shuttered and the students are standing on the metaphorical sidewalk with their paints in hand, heads hanging low.
There are still pieces in progress in the studio, thank goodness. But I feel like a month-long stay by the sea has ended. Crashing waves, dramatic skies and towering cliffs are in the rear-view mirror. I am going to miss this workshop.
Baby Please Don't Go - mixed media on paper
It is a rare and wonderful instructor who can hold space for many people for a long period of time. And even more so when done over the internet. But Pauline has that special magic. You can bet I'll return for more in the future.
This piece was inspired by a long, rocky beach in Ireland, where we stood as the sun was setting - the end of a halcyon day. We watched the sun drop behind the horizon and I felt a longing to start the day all over again. A perfect tribute painting for endings and beginnings..
But there is still a swirling magic here in misty PDX, where a little birdie told me a big announcement will be coming soon. Oooooooooh I can hardly wait!
This piece was inspired by a long, rocky beach in Ireland, where we stood as the sun was setting - the end of a halcyon day. We watched the sun drop behind the horizon and I felt a longing to start the day all over again. A perfect tribute painting for endings and beginnings..
But there is still a swirling magic here in misty PDX, where a little birdie told me a big announcement will be coming soon. Oooooooooh I can hardly wait!
In the meantime, let's raise our voices in a chorus of mournful howling and say goodbye to the sea together...a little Muddy Waters - baby, please don't go!
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It's Not the End of the World
"It's Not the End of the World" - oil on deep canvas, 24" x 24" x 1.75". Ready to hang. Available here and at Artfinder. Note: this piece ships in two weeks, as the oil paints require drying time.
It is the final week of the seascapes course, and Pauline Agnew is pushing us to fall off the edge of the paint cliff and just GO FOR IT. We watched her throw a massive band of pink paint across a painting she wasn't satisfied with and then transform it into something completely different and amazing. Jaw-dropping paint bravery!
So today's piece began as an underpainting in oils, waiting to be transformed. And it nearly broke me! It isn't easy to toss paint and make amazement. Poor hubby listened to me stomping around and grumbling as one version after another turned to cow patties.
It is the final week of the seascapes course, and Pauline Agnew is pushing us to fall off the edge of the paint cliff and just GO FOR IT. We watched her throw a massive band of pink paint across a painting she wasn't satisfied with and then transform it into something completely different and amazing. Jaw-dropping paint bravery!
So today's piece began as an underpainting in oils, waiting to be transformed. And it nearly broke me! It isn't easy to toss paint and make amazement. Poor hubby listened to me stomping around and grumbling as one version after another turned to cow patties.
But I kept at it, walking away and coming back. And finally I turned the whole thing upside down and got a glimmer of ...something. Following that glimmer - letting the paint speak until BOOM, there it was, a painting coming together.
This process is not for the faint of heart! Or for the easily frustrated. But if you like a sense of artistic adventure, this will give you a treasure hunt through treacherous waters and an end result that feels like you earned it by golly. In the end, a troubled canvas is not the end of the world. It is the beginning of another one.
the underpainting
Meanwhile, back in the studio, my intrepid intern, Fiona Denihan, has been soaking up marketing knowledge like a super absorbent sponge. Only a month in, she has created a website, identified her brand AND launched some products on Redbubble!
Take a peek:
Fiona's website
Fiona Denihan on Redbubble
Take a peek:
Fiona's website
Fiona Denihan on Redbubble
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"Delilah" - mixed media on paper, 18" x 24". Unframed. Available here and at Artfinder.
Mercury retrograde slammed into the Walls's house like a two-ton toddler on roller skates this week. Technology snafus! Paint disasters! Miscommunication and a two-steps-foward and three-steps-back line dance among the clumsiest of humans. Oy vey! But this was not our first retrograde rodeo, so the weekend landed without injury or computers set on fire.
Maybe it was just the humbling prelude needed before I saw a local shaman in Multnomah Village, which turned out to be likely the most awe-inspiring, soul-sprouting and transformative experience I've had yet.
Bob White is a gentle bear of a man and a practicer of Tibetan shamanism. After some hours in his sacred space, surrounded by primordial sounds and energetic healing and a host of things I lack words to adequately describe, I feel like my life here in the PNW has been sanctified and the path illuminated. I wonder what will happen next???
Mercury retrograde slammed into the Walls's house like a two-ton toddler on roller skates this week. Technology snafus! Paint disasters! Miscommunication and a two-steps-foward and three-steps-back line dance among the clumsiest of humans. Oy vey! But this was not our first retrograde rodeo, so the weekend landed without injury or computers set on fire.
Maybe it was just the humbling prelude needed before I saw a local shaman in Multnomah Village, which turned out to be likely the most awe-inspiring, soul-sprouting and transformative experience I've had yet.
Bob White is a gentle bear of a man and a practicer of Tibetan shamanism. After some hours in his sacred space, surrounded by primordial sounds and energetic healing and a host of things I lack words to adequately describe, I feel like my life here in the PNW has been sanctified and the path illuminated. I wonder what will happen next???
Delilah - mixed media on paper
Ogling Ornulf - acrylic on paper
Week three of Expressive Seascapes was tough! My mojo was whimpering in a puddle as board after board was painted and then scrapped. Sometimes we have days like that. Especially during the retrograde.
So my recovery plan included a big piece of 300 lb arches watercolor paper and a mess of acrylics, squeegees, water bottles and chopsticks. Another Ireland-inspired piece to heal my bruised ego. That and a bit of ogling Norwegian painter Ornulf Opdahl, whose glacier paintings leave me weak in the knees.
So my recovery plan included a big piece of 300 lb arches watercolor paper and a mess of acrylics, squeegees, water bottles and chopsticks. Another Ireland-inspired piece to heal my bruised ego. That and a bit of ogling Norwegian painter Ornulf Opdahl, whose glacier paintings leave me weak in the knees.
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"Wait a Minute" - mixed media on gallery wrapped canvas, 24" x 24" x 1.75". Ready to hang. Available here and at Artfinder.
It was BEAR WRESTLING WEEK in the seascapes course! Working on clouds and sea meeting sky - and wrestling paint and my own impatience day after day. And what I learned (or rather, was reminded of again) is to step away from the painting, contemplate and WAIT just a GOSH DARN MINUTE before making any more moves.
Which happened to take place at the same time my son's a cappella group was singing Willow Smith's "Wait a Minute" at the quarter finals in Florida. Which they won handily. Now how on EARTH could these things be connected?
Well, patience and waiting, for one.
It was BEAR WRESTLING WEEK in the seascapes course! Working on clouds and sea meeting sky - and wrestling paint and my own impatience day after day. And what I learned (or rather, was reminded of again) is to step away from the painting, contemplate and WAIT just a GOSH DARN MINUTE before making any more moves.
Which happened to take place at the same time my son's a cappella group was singing Willow Smith's "Wait a Minute" at the quarter finals in Florida. Which they won handily. Now how on EARTH could these things be connected?
Well, patience and waiting, for one.
Wait a Minute
And the sometimes surreal mental exercise which painting can be (6th dimension anyone?) and clouds. Just sitting in a cloud, oh wow. So if you'd like to tap your feet and groove a little to this upbeat and odd little number, click on the link below.
The piece finally came together in a big, wonderful way. Whew! A little rest is in order.
Note: no bears were harmed in the making of this piece of art. Unless you count mental bears. Several of those are now hog-tied in the studio. :)
The piece finally came together in a big, wonderful way. Whew! A little rest is in order.
Note: no bears were harmed in the making of this piece of art. Unless you count mental bears. Several of those are now hog-tied in the studio. :)
Wait a minute!
I think I left my conscience on your front door step
Wait a minute!
I think I left my consciousness in the 6th dimension
But I'm here right now, right now
Just sitting in a cloud, oh wow
