Lori Witzel's pictures, poems and other souvenirs and artifacts.
Cho Ado...Once my mother-in-law gave my eldest son a little toy whale. Being a curious baby, he promptly ate the tag. The next day, bits of Chinese appeared in his diapers like an unreadable but oracular message.Glad to see that you're still getting the Starbucks sketch fix.
Love what the light is doing to the rust, the color, in this.
Cho Ado! It's like an Italian greeting...great, love it. Cho Ado babe!
This is Gorgeous! Artist's work for years to get this sort of feel / texture / color / reaction. I love it. You have a wonderful eye! PS Love your avatar!
mmm, rust!and what a delightful detail :)
I assume you have not received my gift... I just hope it did not get lost on the way... the same day I posted something for another friend in Mexico and he has already got it.Did you read the good news? You started it all! Thank you!
That faint "off".
Poetic and entropic. When I feel sad and like I have fallen apart somewhat, I will know what I am feeling is 'a bit CHO ADO'.
liking the 'rust' series lori....you have a great eye (as we can only see the one though, i don't feel qualified enough to comment on t'other)
with a tiger's enthusiasm, 'grrrrrrrrreat!'
Bordering on the abstract... great mood.Regards,Jason
Hear you too have unruly locks! Like you, I didn't appreciate mine for years...old aunts would murmur:" WHAT wonderful hair!" and I'd want to be Marianne Faithfull...! NOW I suppose I do appreciate it and my sons say they'd not speak to me if I cut it...SO!
Hi everyone! Will be running off soon to sketch, but wanted to send a quick "howdy" your way.Marly: What a brilliant story-lette! Out of the not-mouths of babes, a Poopy Oracle. I chortled loud enough at this, and the image, to startle Kizmet.MB: So glad you liked. The boxcar was impressively aligned with the setting sun, so the color was incredibly rich and saturated...Ellis: Gawd, I love your lil' avatar! Cho ado back atcha!Trixie: Thanks, chica -- but my avatar has nuthin' on Ellis'. (May I always be able to find colorful reading glasses frames.)Polona: Oxidation rules. :-) Loved your "fish out of water," BTW.Ernesto: Arg...gift?! I need to ask the cats if they got it. And yippee for you -- am so glad you're going, and that I could be a tiny part of the story!Zhoen: Yes, all those mysterious scrawls...I knew a man who'd been a railyard worker, and I think all those scribbles do have meaning, but what meaning I do not know.ThomP: There is something melancholy about left-over nuggets of industry like this boxcar. I keep think of rust elegies...hope you're not too "cho ado" today.Pod: Note to self: Must wear pirate patch over the Other Eye, for Mass Amusement. ;-) Glad you like the rust I found...Raindog: Tyger tyger burning bright...can't wait to see your next catch. Thanks for the tigerish purrrrr.Jason: Thanks tons! You and I seem to be working at photo-antipodes, but we both seem to be working with a mind's-eye full of paintings, and that's one reason I like to see what you're up to.Jan: Oh yes, I have many a Wild Hair. Now off to your blog to see what hair-raising things may await there...
I'm always drawn to anything rusty/yellow/orange/brown....it's lovely.
Cho ado about nothing. I have always been an enormous fan of Cho. I remember her 1968 novel about the ravages of decolonization with considerable fondness. I hadn't heard from her in years, believing that she had invested her various prize winnings, (Booker, Giller et and cet) and was living out a quiet exile ensconced in a second tier but quality North American University where she teaches the western canon with a non-western sensibility. She will return when the junta is defeated and, given the pleasures of living in the affluent west, shortly after pigs begin to fly under their own power. Regards, neilP.s. I am a great fan of Arneson. And Alice Neel and to a somewhat lesser extent Phillip Burke. In the wince picture the artist whose chops I was trying to steal was Jenny Saville.
This may be my favorite pic of yours ever! Lovely!!
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