Comments on: wilting is never in vogue

By: Fonzo

Fonzo — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 19:05:05 +0000

The Sun is too hot,
So I went after his eyes.
He asked me to stop.

But I kept pecking.
For though his mouth said “no, no!”
His eyes said “yes, yes!”

By: calan

calan — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 16:30:14 +0000

thanks for the haiku and jewelry love.

karen – your store is adorable. promote without shame any time.

justme i think since it’s her mere existence and natural state of being that is causing the misery it can still count as schadenfreude. if she was smacking ven in the head it would be another story. loved the ‘bad feather days’ haiku btw. cute concept!

By: matthew

matthew — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 15:35:14 +0000

The Jewelry looks great. Should be a good addition to the store.

The sun is anathema
to nice hair but great
for showing off bling!

The sun is drawn so well. I love the expression on its face. Its perfect.

He had to get closer
a rare sight to see
Ven the terrible brought low.

By: Amanda

Amanda — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 06:56:27 +0000

looks gorgeous wish i had a job and income to buy pretty things =\. Yay it must be that time of year again i’m sick bleck anyway hope you make oodles of cashola

By: Karen

Karen — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 05:20:07 +0000

I totally love
your great new jewelry line!
it just rocked my socks.

Incidentally,
I have an Etsy store, too –
shameless promotion

By: Seraphine

Seraphine — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 16:38:41 +0000

there is no mean time
for hair, just disappointment
miserable heat

the best cure for summer hair is bumble and bumble surf spray.

wow, your new jewelry ideas are rawkin awesome, calan!

By: justme

justme — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 07:27:48 +0000

the question i have
is whether or not a bird
has bad feather days

Love the art as usual, calan. You have just captured the essence of hair wilting in the heat. I can so totally empathize with Vendetta here. And the sun’s expression is perfect–like Louise Fletcher as Nurse Ratched meets the wicked stepmother from Cinderella. Serious schadenfreude going on behind those supercilious eyes. (Is it still schadenfreude when you are the cause of the misery you’re secretly enjoying, or is it just sadism then?)