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You know, sometimes ya get locked into a routine, and without really knowin’ it, find yourself living by the clock.  Dinner @ 5:30, watch the news @ 6:00, and then wait till 8:00 p.m. when all the good shows come on the TV.  Can’t wait for the next glamorous season of Dancing With the Stars.

I like routines, cause a good solid routine makes things predictable.  Not like End Of  The World predictable, or shit like that.  But just having a good idea about what’s gonna happen next. [I guess if I prayed more often on a regular basis, I’d have a pretty good idea of exactly when this year The End will occur].

Now, I’m not very good about making predictions, (actually I am good at making predictions, just not very accurate on what I predict, especially if it’s about something that may happen in the future; I got the past nailed down).  But it sure is nice to have a “heads-up” when something  bad may be coming your way, like the Housing Collapse or Wall Street crisis.  Stuff that can really have an impact on your life, like whats for dinner.

So if there’s a point to this post, it’s that I did these drawings 0ne night when I wanted to break out of my evening routine.  There may be a theme in there somewhere.  The first one, done in ink, was inspired by Madonna’s Super Bowl Half-time entrance: the Cleopatra being pulled on a sled by a bunch of buffed-out slaves (well paid extras in this case) thing.

Maybe the theme is: My Own Little World, where I’m content to be an Elf.  Tuned out, earphones on and rockin’; doing some pencil drawings.  The only thing scary in “my little world” is, should I use pencil or Ink?  Each is a technique unto itself.  Hey…I’ll do both!  That way I can mess around stylistically.

Anyway, breaking a routine once in a while can be fun.  Don’t want to do it too often though, cause then ya might forget what’s supposed to happen next.   Hmmm, wonder what’s for desert?

This has been so much fun spending an evening drawing,  having all my own ‘media’ in my own head, that I think I’ll do it again.  Perhaps on a regular basis.  Got the 6:30 to 8:00 p.m. slot open 🙂

Just A Fantasy

OK…It’s true confession time, cause I’m gonna tell ya something about old Hansi that ya might not know.  Not only is he subject to an occasional hallucination, but he’s also given to entertaining fantasies.  You know, those momentary mind states when you live a pretend or imaginary life.  Nothing at all like crime fighting.  That’s more in the nightmare column.

The problem with fantasies is their transient and impermanent nature, which causes suffering when one attempts to hold onto or grasp them.  Kinda like the Buddhist term Samsara which is the cycle of birth, suffering and death.  But repeated endlessly in the mind:  Something triggers a thought, the thought is pleasant so one attempts to hold on to it.  It gives birth to a ‘world’ wherein one tries to find delight, then ends in suffering as the conditions change and the ‘death of the thought or ‘world’ ends.  Only to start all over again and repeat itself.

Here’s a song I wrote a number of years ago after have gone grocery shopping at an up-scale market.  It’s called “Just A fantasy”

I first saw her in line at the check out stand

Her purse was wide open, checkbook in hand.

As I stood there waitin’ in line

I started thinkin’ she was mighty fine.

MY mighty fine, My mighty fine.

I saw her last week at the dairy case

She had a box of diapers and some mayonaise.

As she reached up and picked out some cheese

Oh how I wished she was buyin’ it for my

Buy buyin’ it for me, buy buyin’ it for me.

Chorus:  She’s just a fantasy

A love that’ll never be

She’s just a fantasy

The girl in the check-out line.

As I looked at my list, saw I needed some milk

She wore old blue jeans and a blouse of silk.

I looked at her, she looked at me

I thought of things that could never be.

No never be, no never be

When I walked out the door, to the parking lot

Looked over my shoulder, gave her one last shot.

Saw her get in an old Cadillac, with a dog and kids in the back

Guess that was that,   Guess that was that.


There you have it, and there it is.  Has that ever happened to you?

One Two Three Four

I’ve posted four drawings that I did in a series, wherein I had about ten pages left in a sketch pad that I was committed to filling.  So the series comprised a countdown to the last page; each featuring the page number somehow in the piece. Pretty trippy, I know.  But ya gotta motivate yourself somehow when you’re trying to be creative, be it in art, writing, blogging or whatever.

I’ve decided to share some of  these, not in the countdown order in which they were done, but in reverse order, with the last one starting first.  Hey, that sounds almost mystical, and possibly metaphysical. Didn’t even Jesus say, “The Last shall be first, and the First shall be last”?

Here are some of the thoughts I had while looking at them.  Maybe you’ll have different thoughts.  So let’s get to some serious hallucinations.

Wow…I’ve finally made it. At last. I’m done.

Now all I have to do is take care of this one last thing. Then I’m free.

Do I really want to let go of this?? Hey, I’ve grown attached to this One.

It’s hard to let go. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll hang around for a while.

Don’t want it to fall over.

Hope it fits


Three Dog Night had a song in the 60’s, “One Is The Loneliest Number”.

No comment on the sappiness of the tune.

But Two does have a certain appeal to it.

Feels good.. Maybe something you’d even like to embrace.

Could be a little overwhelming, down right scary, but something that can be bent into submission.

But submission may be a tad bit too harsh. Maybe Two just needs to be tamed.


OK.. I gotta think about this one

(not to be confused with the One one).

Leave me alone; I’ll get it.

My butt hurts!




This pose is killin’ me.

If that guy can’t put it on paper in an hour…well to hell with him.

I’m gassie, where’s the bathroom?

That guy is so self absorbed in his “artwork.” Wonder if he’d notice if I just let a silent one loose? Ahhh..that’s much better.

Sorry, just had to throw in a little juvenile farting humor in. Can’t take all this stuff too seriously.

Do any of these drawing speak to you? If they do, yet me know what you’re smokin’ 🙂   Oh yeah…if you “click” on one of em, it gets bigger…magic.

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