Lively Yellow!
I'm loving the newest puppet that I've been working on. As I knew I would. He's not got eyes or a nose yet but I think he's pretty freaking awesome. I mean just look at him.
[pic to come when flikr stops being pissy keeps getting stuck at 45% complete]
Better than a mosquito's fart that's for sure.
Here's a picture of him IN THE DARKNESS!!
MOODY!!!!!!
I should update my puppet website. There are puppets on that page that I've finished and are no longer under construction and there's stuff that could be moved around. I actually felt like I was creating a master piece. Not saying that I've reached the nirvana of the puppet world, just that the creation period of this one feels great. Everything was making sense. And even when I got stuck, I wasn't really stuck.
The biggest problem is that I'm liking this guy to much.
I've got to start finding something to do with these puppets. Writing is damn hard and I'm trapped by the idea that just because I think something is funny doesn't meant that any one else will (as it seems to often happen in my life). Honestly, I really should do something with them as I'm beginning to run out of space to store their fuzzy bodies. Perhaps I'm just fighting against my fears. Fears that I suck, fears that I've picked yet another avenue of life that will slam me straight into a wall. A nice solid wall that is full of impossibility. A pretty wall, but troublesome still.
Flikr is stuck at 45% still. Perhaps there won't be any pictures tonight.
[pic to come when flikr stops being pissy keeps getting stuck at 45% complete]
Better than a mosquito's fart that's for sure.
Here's a picture of him IN THE DARKNESS!!
MOODY!!!!!!
I should update my puppet website. There are puppets on that page that I've finished and are no longer under construction and there's stuff that could be moved around. I actually felt like I was creating a master piece. Not saying that I've reached the nirvana of the puppet world, just that the creation period of this one feels great. Everything was making sense. And even when I got stuck, I wasn't really stuck.
The biggest problem is that I'm liking this guy to much.
I've got to start finding something to do with these puppets. Writing is damn hard and I'm trapped by the idea that just because I think something is funny doesn't meant that any one else will (as it seems to often happen in my life). Honestly, I really should do something with them as I'm beginning to run out of space to store their fuzzy bodies. Perhaps I'm just fighting against my fears. Fears that I suck, fears that I've picked yet another avenue of life that will slam me straight into a wall. A nice solid wall that is full of impossibility. A pretty wall, but troublesome still.
Flikr is stuck at 45% still. Perhaps there won't be any pictures tonight.