Hard-boiled chickens

Here's my chickens of the week. These are on time. 

Tardy Pee Wee Herman

Well, well, well. I finally did it. My Pee Wee Herman drawings. Ugh. The good thing about doing these was that I discovered I prefer doing my own work.

Chairy

One of the fish. VERY quick draw.

Globey

Here's Pee Wee Herman. Not so great. Whatever.

So that makes my week of Pee Wee only on week late. Ta da.

Chicken man

Chicken man is a song on the Evelyn Evelyn CD by Amanda Palmer and friend. GREAT CD. This is not that chicken man. This is a man that looks a little like a chicken.

Peewee Herman

What a weird show. But boy did I love it. I don't think we got it on our home TV, but for some reason it was on a lot when we went to my grandma's in Seattle.

I might draw another one, but technically we are already into the next week and need a new theme.

Chairy

Remember Chairy from what's-his-name's show? What is his name? Oh. Peewee Herman. Well, this isn't that. This is the boring chair from our living room that we let the cats sit on. I removed all the cat hair from it, as well as the cat blanket. Also the dangly threads from being used as a scratching post (… cats, you know). And, yes, the cast of cats, Curry and Kickens, are also not there.

Chairy: drawn with a Sanford Uniball ONYX micro point pen, black. It's not a bad pen at all.

I decided to contrast the exquisite and elaborate couch Angela drew with this rather dull chair, and tossed in a Goodwill pillow as fluff, so to speak. Do not underestimate this chair. It is a Very comfortable chair. The cats love it, and so do we.

--Anita

Couch

A couch. Can't you tell? This actually took about an hour and a half to do. I got carried away, but it was so much fun. I used a 102 nib that I had slapped out of the holder at the side of my desk and bent. Seemed to be able to fix it to a usable level. Didn't want to waste it since it was so new. Yes, a $1 nib. I didn't want to waste.
FYI, it looks even better in person.

Strange drawings of the week

Two chimeras from this week's quick drawing sessions between errands and work and otherwise goofing off. One thing drawing chimeras does is to force you to learn how to say the word, which doesn't begin with "chin," but rather "kim." And the second syllable is accented and sounds like "mare," or so I've been told. English continues to be an odd language.

My sketchbook drawings:

Drawn with a Berol Fontaine pen, which is like a fountain pen.

Drawn with an old ball point pen. It was FREE from some bank.
I call this one a Chimerhen.

That's it for now,

Anita

Our Chimera

Even though I have two drawings in my sketchbook, finally, for last week's chimera "assignment," I don't seem to have my sketchbook in the studio just now. It's in my purse up at the house. But I do have a journal here. It's one that Jim Bertolino and I write collaborative poetry in, and sometimes we draw collaboratively, too. Here's a kind of chimera I found in the journal next to a collaborative poem written at The Archer in Bellingham on July 9, 2007. The drawing is approximately the same age. I'll include the poem in this posting, too.

This is a rare Duck-Billed Pachyderm drawn in ink by James Bertolino and Anita K. Boyle,
discovered traipsing across my journal.

The Poem is written by three people: me, Jim and an anonymous donor. Could be my sister Carol. Could be Isaac. I don't think it could be anyone else, but there's where I might be wrong.

The Oval Czar
A political poem written at The Archer 
in Bellingham on July 9, 2007. Just saying.

The Callus Sisters are
singing and we're stringing
spider threads between stars.
What else could we do? Short
of paying our long overdue
taxes, we knew enough
to run amuck like pigs
dancing religiously—a regular
jigging for Cod. You know
that fish symbol you see
on cars? Yah. That's us.
Except without any
bumper stickers or dust drawings.
No piraña. Fish aren't as stupid
as people think they are. Not
even close. Of course, a
moderately bright trout
could run this country
better than this stupid
little slop-monger in the
oval shitter now. Why, he can't even
stand on someone's knee with his
other foot behind that someone's neck,
while playing the kazoo and slapping
rhythm into a pair of spoons.
What a dumb shyster! Yah.
My lizard's got better
technique than that
Bush-rabbit. But to Hades with
all of it. We'll eat fish for
lower cholesterol, fat-donkey.
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Collaborative poetry hardly ever goes where you think it will. They are a kind of chimera all their own. That's all I've got to say about that.

--Anita