Sunday, February 28, 2010

Rhyming Rebus Love Poem

Today I present a quadruptych -- if such a word can be cobbled together -- of rhyming words in art form from our middle child, a girl, all pink and purple and pretty. The text for the poem is here, if you're having trouble reading.

I love the anachronisms here, evidence of a child's art imitating the art made by an adult at school, or by adults for schools. First, the telephone (second picture). It has a dial. IT HAS A DIAL. My daughter has never seen a phone with a dial on it. I haven't seen one used in a house since I was at least her age. But her phone has a dial nonetheless.

Then there's the hat (fourth picture). Now, to her credit, she has seen a hat like this one. Her mother, of all people, has one, an Indiana Jones fedora souvenir from Disneyland. But still, who sees hats like this on a regular basis? Not around here you don't. But the hat is still there.

I love her more free-form art. The wave, for one (first picture). And the bat. I'm kind of scared of that bat. If I saw someone with that bat approaching me in a dark alley, I'd run. It looks pretty sinister. But that's art for you.

'I Got the Balloon!'

Another one from our oldest. This is also a pencil drawing, but rather than drawing inspiration from Scott Adams, our oldest this time drew from his own developing and warped sense of humor, plus an Army theme from the shows his parents make him watch (first MASH, then Hogan's Heroes). I do like that he's equal opportunity and includes a female member in a skirt. I also think it's interesting he dares have a character with his back to the "camera," so to speak. And of COURSE someone with access to a big gun would shoot a balloon if a fellow soldier were dumb enough to try to float away on one.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Here's an Even Better Idea

Hey, just got this one bounding in my brain!

Have kid art you want to display on the web and possibly sell to a compete stranger? Let me know. Send me a scan. If anyone bites, I'll send them your way. Or just start up a competing blog, leverage it with some venture capital funding and then buy my blog for an ungodly sum.

Or call me a creep. That's entirely up to you. But as my plan is for this blog to become the spot on the internet for sellable kid art, get in now while I'm young and dum and have no idea whatsoever what I'm doing.

Donut-Scavening Man

This little gem is from our oldest, who is fascinated with everything to do with comic strips. Those of you familiar with Scott Adams' Dilbert will likely recognize the premise of this pencil-on-common stock rendering of the Donut-Scavenging Man, clad only in yellow sticky notes, who does his donut dance to ensure a bountiful harvest from the gods, or, barring success, distributes meeting notices.

Want to buy the original 8 1/2 by 11? Put a comment here. Price: $1, plus shipping.

And, yes, of course I'm serious.

It's True, I Have No Life

Yes, folks, it's true. I am possibly one of the most bored -- or most boring -- people on the planet. Not satisfied with the dozens of people coming to Mister Fweem's Blog, nor the pleasant, chatty crickets I hear chirping over at The Cokesbury Party Blog, I have now Started My Refrigerator -- Art From My Kids.


Well, why the hell not? My kids flood me with art, from pasta- and glitter-encrusted monstrosities created at school to the scribblings they present their folks on weeknights, weekends and every other time in between. Because we're not packrats, and yet because we're sentimental fools, we scan their art into the computer before we throw it away (we have two modes of disposal, always after dark: Into the outside garbage can, or up the chimney; I'm pleased to report that pasta burns just as good as pine).

So what'll you see on My Refrigerator? Well, kid art of course, ya big dummy. And, if for some odd reason the art tickles your fancy, let me know and I'll sell you an original. Signed, even, if you're a real weirdo. Real cheap. Plus whatever costs I incur keeping the fool things around until -- and that's a big until -- they sell. Ha. Who's gonna buy this crap? And what's to stop anybody from just downloading an image? Well, not me obviously. I'm trying to get rid of the stuff and I have no reason to buy any of it because I'm, as I said before, swimming in the stuff.

So come here if you want to see Kid Art. Some good, most just scribbles and such. But fun. Enjoy. I know I'll enjoy the chance to babble some more.