The Desert Is Blooming And So Are The Local Idiots Like Me

March 24, 2015
   The desert wild flowers are in full bloom around our casita.

 
The Pump House Amid Blooming Desert Wild Flowers

   Here are couple of the boards I tried to ruin last weekend. First up, The Duke of Dust Gets Serious:

 
Daily Whip Out: "Don Pedro Stood In The Saddle And Said, 'No Se.'"

   And another dust storm attempt:

 
Daily Whip Out: "Mickey Free Rides Deeper In To The Billowing Dust"

   Tried to file this next one, but saw it needed a little definition on the cleavage (and other anatomical regions):

 
Daily Whip Out: "Native Women"

   And, of course, I would be remiss if I didn't show, the failures. Or, at least the times when I go home for lunch and get MY butt whipped, instead of the Daily Whip Out getting whipped. Here is a painting-in-progress that I worked on at lunch time but couldn't finish:

 
Daily Semi-Whipped: "Tent City (originally started for 'The 66 Kid'—in 2014—to illustrate Ben Rux at Goldroad, but left undone)"

    Working on a writing piece for the launch of the True West Moments book. Handed in the rough yesterday, tweaking today. Yesterday, Curator Cal followed me into the breezeway and said, "Stop drawing for five minutes, okay!" It wasn't a question, or a request, it was a demand. So I gave her five minutes. When I told this to Kathy this morning, she laughed and said, "Well, you certainly ARE prolific, aren't you?" And I sighed and said, "I just don't know if it's any good." To which my therapist wife replied, "Who cares, it gives you joy to do it. Enjoy that."

"When we realize we're all mad, then the whole world suddenly makes sense."
—Mark Twain