Trigger Happy Maze

Trigger Happy Mob

Suicide Bunnies

Trigger Happy Smoking Break

The Cloak

Liquid Sculpture

Liquid Sculpture images are fluids in motion, frozen in time by a flash of light. They are droplets witnessed in mid-splash.

~Martin Waugh (Artist)

Butterfly Caught

Quote -Paul Gauguin

“I shut my eyes in order to see.”

~Paul Gauguin

Demotivators

T-shirts

(but it's on my blog... irony?)

Pavement Art

What you see.

What is there.

How much trust do you put into your eyes and mind?

Take a closer look at Julian Beever.

Trigger Happy

Quote -Albert Einstein

“I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.”

~Albert Einstein

For Mom

Quote -Oscar Wilde

"The moment you think you understand a great work of art, it's dead for you.”

~ Oscar Wilde

Charlie the Unicorn

Rejected

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Word Art (2)

I was dreaming and I knew, because it happens so little, and in my dream I stood alone with my feet in the sand. The beach was warm from the sun and I began to walk along the shore toward a place where no one ever looked for me. As I journeyed farther away I felt the welcome of each step. The sand made each footstep soft and gentle. The wind blew and the waves crashed but they were not fierce and only added to the beauty of the scene. The sun began to fade away and slip behind the horizon but the minutes ticked by slowly. I stood and felt the sun on my skin. The water from a crashing wave washed up the shore line and drenched the sand before me. Such calmness and solitude. I never want to leave this place, I thought to myself. I sat down along the shore and decided to watch the sun disappear and bring forth the night. My feet were once again buried in the sand and the smell of salt water saturated my senses. I will always find peace in the smell of the sea. Slowly, and surely the sun began to set. But instead of the sky getting dark with each passing second it grew brighter. With confusion I stood up and wondered why. Then the sounds of my beloved ocean evaporated and were replaced by the droning sounds of my clock radio. It was just a dream, I sighed. But even still, I shut my eyes and tried to dream a little while longer.

Christina Lynn Morrell

K-Fee

Where in the world...

Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?

The question that has troubled youths for years. Because she sneaks around the world from Kiev to Carolina. I hear she's a sticky-fingered filcher from Berlin down to Belize. But I just want you to tell me where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?

And while we're at it, Where's Waldo?

Isn't it a strange coincidence that we can't find Waldo or Carmen…and they both seem to have gone missing around the same time…

I'll tell you what I think, partners in crime. We already know that Miss Sandiego is a thief. As soon as Waldo heard that everyone was looking for her he knew it was only a matter of time before the authorities started questioning him.

The thing that gets me though is if you're running from the law wouldn't you change your appearance a bit? Color your hair, ditch the glasses, lose the bright red clothes (or at the very least change your outfit…?) I suppose it doesn't matter. Even without doing that we still can't find them.

My opinion: They ran away together and are living it up in Amsterdam.

Christina Lynn Morrell

Battle at Kruger