Jetpack McLeod spotted at McLeod Residence 447 days ago
He and Buster McLeod were roughhousing.
He and Buster McLeod were roughhousing.
He was, again, being silly and doing WORK.
He dropped in for first friday. Walking with the assistance of a cane, he checked out the artwork and paid a visit to the photobooth.
He was looking so sharp in his Italian Tie and suit. What an amazing visionary. Happy Ending Machine is not only fun to play with, it is pure genius!
He was being sweet and petting my head. Oh, and he looked somewhat like a Russian Grandma.
Part of SuttonBeresCuller was hanging out in our crawl space.
He was calling the Breaking News number and asking about whether or not Aces had died.
This is a preview from the Seattle Notables Painting Exhibit!
This is a preview from the Seattle Notables Painting Exhibit!
This is a preview from the Seattle Notables Painting Exhibit!
For this piece I wanted to explore a specific relationship between a Seattleite and his surroundings. When work, home, and social life converge upon a two-block radius, what impetus does the urban Notable have to venture outside his bubble for sustenance? Is Buster’s relationship with Chilidog one of convenience, or would he seek it out even when visiting the wilds of, say, Ballard?
The first two panels invite the viewer to contemplate the grease of the wiener and the stark yellow of the so-called “nacho cheese” and therein understand Buster’s Chilidog infatuation. The third frame captures a fleeting moment of shame as Buster equates the consumption of the readily available Chilidog to a repressed memory of a particularly regrettable one-night stand. Our Notable powers through, however, and proof of victory is noted in frame four. Chilidog is Buster’s neighbor, his muse, his demon. Is their proximity their curse?
Just testing a bit more.
We were cleaning up on the morning after the New Year’s Eve party (which I suppose it technically known as New Year’s Day) and I found these glasses. I spotted myself in the photo booth.
This is a test post.
She was opening a new gallery, and people came from all over.
This is a picture from the photobooth that was a thank you note to Rick Webb, who sent a case of Veuve.