But I’m actually gearing up to get back into the queen’s project. I got kinda sidetracked there for a while what with Weese’s tips and the GCSS. I shall start charting my progress. It’s all good and all that rot.

The latest installment in VaginART projects was the creation of the Tipsy Project for Vagina Weese.

The premise: Illustrate a Weese, tip of the day in video form.

To see all the videos, go to the official Weese Tipsy Project site.

Maxine says I still am. I suppose so, but I also used to be able to read the newspaper without granny glasses. I finally got around to taking my photos, which is where I see how dark my hair has become. But then there is all that gray that is camouflaged because…I’m blonde.

I heart my Sailor Jerry tattoo…

More to come. Plus, more CA Vaginas, Sassy and Val’s familia.

Here is the plan - are you ready? I have 24 squares on my canvas. They are 8″ x 7″. Right now I have pictures from 14 VaginARTists. I am going to take one picture from each artist and use it as the 8 x 7 pic. Then, I’m going to use the other pics to border the larger pictures. That leaves me ten, 8×7 spaces left for other artsy crap or in case a Vaginal straggler sends in a photo.

For the sake of expediency, I’ve chosen the main pics of the next Vaginas right away because I’m ready to work on the canvas. I’ll Photoshop the rest of their pics later on in the week. I liked all the photos that these VaginARTists send, but these were my favorites:

Here we have Elizabeth, commish of the FF blogleague. I had a hard time picking my favorite from her set of photos but I opted for this one with ‘Booby’ because there is this cool star burst on her glasses, there is Booby and hey…nice smile.

Next, I chose this one from Teresa. It has not one, but two cool star bursts on the glasses, I like the way she turned the purse she was sent into a cap, and she looks like Oliver after getting more porridge.

This one is the exception so far. When I tried to make this into an 8 x 7 pic, I had to crop out the hands or crop out the reflection. Nope. Couldn’t do it. Her hands needed to be in the picture and the full reflection needed to be there too. So - this photo from Ann will be 8 x 14. Very cool. Great idea. I really like this one.

Deborah’s daughter thinks she’s crazy. She and all her friends. Somehow I can just hear her say that even though I’ve never met her. I suppose it is crazy to see your mom doing really strange things with knit wear and beanie babies.

Oooo. I really like these two:

Here we see Deborah concentrating and using all her mental powers as she conjures up the power of the ancients in an attempt to get the Beanie Baby to look into the bowl. “See your future Beanie Baby dog. Seeeee. There is a cat in the house. What do you see Beanie Baby dog?”

I didn’t really think about reversing the lights and darks until I was working on Irene’s photos. Since Deborah is wearing a black jacket, I figured I’d do that little trick again

My sister Kathy is not an artist. But little baby Jesus love ‘er, she’s an art trouper. She’ll go along with any bullshit, weird art thing just for the experience of going along with a bullshit, weird art thing.

Years ago she told me to call whenever I wanted to go to some strange, art happening - if she could go, she would. Well, providence would have it that about a month after she made that declaration, bizarre art was right at our doorstep.

For some reason when people think of Houston, they think of heat and mosquitoes and guys in cowboy hats driving around in pick-up trucks. We do have those things, but we also have the Art Guys, The Aurora Picture Show, The Art Car Parade and all kinds of other underground art shit going on along with fantastic galleries and museums.

One of the more interesting art-ish places in town used to be the Zocalo Theater. It has since closed but on a particularly cold night about 11 years ago, Kathy and I went to see a performance there. The play had something to do with the story of Dr. Faustus and the internet, which at the time was still in its infancy. I don’t even think second generation websites were around in 1996.

We had no fucking idea what the play was about. It was very hard to follow. Apparently there was a selling of souls to the devil and all kinds of gooberish cyber speak. For the final act, the audience was told to go outside. It was fucking cold. Kathy and I were huddled together for warmth it was so fucking cold. And up on the stage were two guys in skin-tight, white leotards and a naked woman who was being hung, upside down, by her ankles. I kid you not. The poor woman was bare ass nekkid, upside down, hands bound with leather straps and some guy next to her spewing some artsy (and I’m sure very profound) screed about the evils of our time. Yes, she was nippin’ like a muther fucker and probably wishin’ she’d taken her mother’s advice and become a librarian.

There we were, huddled together laughing our asses off and this weird ass, artsy shit. It was awesome. So when I tell her I’ve got this project, she’s puts on her best art trouper face and has a go at it

more to come…

need I say more.

and the return of Mummenschanz…

I didn’t think I would get any photos from Suzanne and Wendy. I got the distinct vibe that they were dragging their feet. The first excuse was they couldn’t find a blank wall. Uh huh. That translates to, ‘We’re so askeeeeerd of art. Don’t make us do the art! Anything but the art!’

And so it came to pass that the Magnetic People went to visit the wussy women in Virginia and now there are pictures, and it was good.

There are more…

Here they are…

I don’t want to hurt anyone feelings, but the picture below will not be used in the final piece. Sorry. It’s cute, I love it. When I do a ‘Dogs with Hats and Scarves’ this will be right in there:

Pixie and Dudley strike a pose…

…but we’re pissed that she’s going to move to Los Angeles. We met Irene a little over a year ago. It seems like we’ve known her forever. She’s our lunch and dinner buddy. My wine drinking buddy. I get to practice tarot readings with her. Irene wants to know what the cards say. And soon she’ll be gone and we’ll have to find a new girlfriend who likes drinking wine and tarot card readings. Sigh.

Our girlfriend was over last night hanging out and I figured it was my last chance to get some pictures of her. These are taken after a few glasses of vino.

Since I told Maxine the basic premise of her birthday art surprise I decided what the hell, she can be in on it too. There is still an element of surprise left in that she has not seen anyone’s photos yet. She knows I’m putting them up here but I’ve asked her not to peek, and she won’t. She’s good like that.

We took these photos tonight. Willie was asked to stay in his room, in the name of art, because his mother would be half nekkid for a few minutes.

I’ve got a couple more to do of ms. queen. Not a problem, it’s to easy to get her nekkid.