When the hurricane hit, a tool shed on my new property collapsed.  As I was dumping more boards and shingles on the heap, I discovered a bunch of old tools in the wreckage.  I got a complete meat grinder and a functional high grade brace and bit.  I also stepped on a nail and fell into a thorn bush.  I got a tetanus shot which I should have done the moment I started working with that old pile of wood and rusty nails.  The shed is full of things, I have not gone through it fully yet, but if I get even one more good tool out of it the trouble of moving all that wood will make this a real find. I have never seen so many pictures of saints, crucifixes, and rosarys.  I am going to restore the Virgin Mary birdbath.  It has a dozen coats of white latex housepaint and is covered with lichen.  I think I will give it a wirebrushing and paint her like some icon.  I hope I don't start a pilgrimage craze!

Comrade Ogilvy       I have always admired Winston Smith's creation of Comrade Ogilvy, an unusually fanatic party man who's entire life was dedicated to promulgating Ingsoc and the thorough and final elimination of thought criminals.  The article he is replacing is extremely unsatisfactory and makes references to unpersons.  As a child, Comrad Ogilvy refused all toys except for a helicopter, a machine gun, and a drum.  He joined the Spies at the age of six by a special relaxation of the rules.   Ogilvy denounced his uncle to the Thought Police at age 11.  At 19 he designed a grenade that that killed 31 Eurasian prisoners in one burst.  He doesn't smoke or drink.  At the age of 23 he was flying dispatches over the Indian Ocean when attacked by enemy jet fighters.  Comrade Ogilvy weighs himself down with a machine gun, grabs the dispatches and jumps from his helicopter into the ocean.  An end, Winston reports Big Brother saying, impossible to contemplate without f

 The Fire Of The Mind Ignites The World  My brother sent this to me without a word of explanation.  His stuff usually does not need one, since it would be a waste of time to try to find any meaning to his increasingly incoherent artwork.  Best just to regard his stuff as pleasing patterns of black and white served up in two dimensions garnished with electrons. steve @_livingdog - Instagram

Psychopomp This elegant deer is by the very talented Andibi, who is on DeviantArt.  I like to browbeat other artists to let me put up work that I admire, and this is one of those whose work makes mine look like the scribbles that they are.  (hence the name of my site).  Mr. Andibi likes anthro deer.  Not only is this unusual in my experience, but he has a pre-conquest mythos surrounding said deer.  This deer escorts the souls of the dead to the other side.   Wounded " Acrylic on panel, 7 x 5 inches.  This is supposed to be a fey being, essentially immortal, but capable of feeling human longings.  The arrow can be either metaphorical or physical, but in general, it represents heartache.  The design carved on the stone is based on the Entrance Stone at Newgrange, in County Meath, north of Dublin.  It's one of the great monuments of Celtic Ireland and a reminder that the pain of this world, however bad, is not eternal ".  This descript

I have no idea who drew this but this is a simplistic masterwork. Maurice Tillet, The French Angel.  So lovely a child he was nicknamed Angel. Then acromegaly set in.  The model for Shreck.  Wrestling champion. Rondo Hatton.  Voted handsomest man in his High School.  Returned from WWI a victim of a gas attack.  Developed acromegaly, probably not from the gas.  Went to Hollywood and starred as "The Beast Man" and many other things.  He was a good man who used his deformity for the entertainment of others. And, of course, nobody works for free!  Now to tie this post together.  Here is Ben Grimm by Jack Kirby.  He is an alligator skinned orange superhero who does not care for the way he looks.  He is a good guy who uses his disability to help others.  This is owned by Marvel Comics, aka Stan Lee, the greediest man who ever lived. Pure evil.

This is by Nayikee, an artist I just met on DeviantArt.  I have met many very good artists there, but this guy has something going on.  I like penciled comic book style art, and this is a great example of it. This guy is named Ulf. Om Noms For Quetzalcoatl or Fangs For Nothing! (Speaking about Quetzalcoatl, I once caught a hummingbird in my bare hands.  Er...this is Nayikee's post, I'll save that one for later.  Carry on). Anasazi Wolf. Weird War.     Soul Of The Introvert Hello, Jawbreaker!!!!! This is just top notch action.  I wish I could make something look so alive. Scan0002 Ship of the line, looks like something out of the Anglo-Dutch wars to me. Nice. Biker Wolf. Heavy metal thunder. A Walk In The Rain Forest WIP I approve of this sort of activity. Just Another Excursion Into My Head 001 This bear

  steve @_livingdog - Instagram This is my brother's idea of a coherent drawing.  Damn, but he can crank this stuff out.  No talking rabbits, I see.

Therefore, send not to know for whom the bell tolls... This is one of Graffo's more focused works.  He does these drawings all day long.  If I am not careful, he will throw these away.  You should see my collection of cocktail napkins!  Hmmmm....not a bad idea.  I always need copy. steve @_livingdog - Instagram

 I was on one of the major furry sites before leaving over the cub porn issue.  I knew about them having it but I thought I could remain on the site without it affecting me.  Then I decided that evil is evil and by associating with that site made me complicit.   While I was there a pretty obvious schizophrenic wrote and asked me for a gray fox losing his shoes in mud, with the fox being very shabby and poor. Here is what I sent him- This person also wanted to be a baby again and sent me a spell to chant for him in order to turn into a child.  I refused and told him that I have nothing to do with supernatural bullshit.  After a while I realized this individual was all fucked up and I blocked him. He had racist comments on his page.  He was obsessed with excrement.  I copied this wolf out of an old encyclopedia and I think that this must not be a gray wolf. The wolf's share is the same as the lion's share, but the kids get some.

My brother is real good with ink.  He sketches all day long as compared to my depressed, desultory approach, i.e. once a week whether I need to or not.  As usual, I have no idea what is going on here, nor does my brother.  Graffo is almost on automatic pilot with this stuff.  I think he is one of the best I have ever seen.  He is more of a sculptor who paints than anything else, although I sure would like to have his drawing abilities! I pleaded with him to let me post this.  Once again, he takes a pencil sketch and bumps it up with ink.  I am scared of ink, and won't use it.  That has to be changed if I wish to be taken seriously, whatever that might be like. steve @_livingdog - Instagram

Putting Mingo to sleep when he got sick was not a hard choice to make.  It is hard living with that choice.  I loved him very much and I will always miss him, as I miss all my loved ones. It is lovely outside, I am facing Little Bay as I write, and it is all over sailboats and watercraft.   The seasons used to last forever.  All possibilities were endless.  The day would last, well, all day.  But I was never happy.  I take refuge in my drawings of talking animals, and even I realize that I am not up to the mark. I read a lot but nothing like I used to.  Adventure is no fun if you are aware that you could never join in on it.  Without dreams life is dull and arid. Yet I walk outside and it is so nice to have such weather.   I think often of the koan of the man hanging from a cliff with a tiger on the ground above him.  He is beginning to fall when he sees a strawberry in front of him.  He eats it. Tiger. Cliff. Strawberry. Lif