Blue-feathered Amazon Halter Shirt by spuriousink
Yes, it's tacky. No, no one will buy it. But drawing it was a bit of a giggle-fest, for me. And, in the end, that's all that really matters.
Note I used the word "halter", instead of "bra". I'm not a total heathen...
OK, I lied...
Boobs. Leather-garbed boobs. That is all.
I'm too busy to write a brand new bunch of text for this, so -- in the grand spirit of internet "theft" -- I'm stealing the description from my own product line:
Yet another face of EVIL! This is no ordinary starfish! Oh, no! Be mesmerized by its blood red (and sorta pink) gaze! Recoil in horror from its blood-stained fangs! Realize that it's a freaking starfish, that it's tiny and has no thumbs, just as it crawls away from you, leaving a trail of blood across the... ummm... periwinkle sand? WTF? Cue evil laughter!!! Muahahhahhhaaaaaa!
You can see the entire product line here.
I don't remember when I did the original drawing for this. I do know that I never got a chance to scan the drawing. So, last night, when I was going through some of my old, unused work, I decided to re-draw it on the Wacom.
I finished the actual art work this morning, then spent a few hours asking people if they could Identify the species that I'd drawn. No one could. The truth of the matter is that I don't know if I used any sort of special -- Ha! -- reference, or if I just drew from imagination.
Regardless of the original source(s) -- Wontar thinks I'm a "fish combiner" -- my imagination failed me when it came time to name the creation. Ladies, gentlemen, and otherwise: You're now looking at "Spiky-finned Yellow Fish", and you can buy it here - while sighing in relief that I won't be naming any humans.
The MySpace kids have their bathroom mirror pics. I have these: self-portraits taken in either the windows or the outer mirrors of a car.
If you look closely at this one, you can see right through me to the back seat of the car, and to the slides and fake flowers in the back floorboard.
Mostly, though, I just want you to see my half-off, Dollar General hat, 'cause that faux-fur baby rocks my pseudo-Amazon socks.
I've mentioned before, briefly, that I have a fondness for found items. I've never explained in detail about the philosophy behind that fondness, but here's a quick primer: I see found items as gifts of Tao. And before you decide that's a bit far-fetched, try seeing it from my perspective. Tao is everything, and in order for me to find whatever item it is that I wasn't looking for in the first place, everything (Tao) must be in agreement with (or at least not be in opposition to) me finding said item. It's only a hop, skip, and a jump, for me, then, to conclude that these found items are gifts of everything, or gifts of Tao. Frankly, calling something a "gift of Tao" is a helluva lot more concise than what I've just written. If that makes sense, fantastic! If not, I'm probably going to be frustrated with trying to explain it, anyway.
The original necklace in this photo was less a gift of Tao and more a gift of Reine, who went on a cruise earlier this year. I took care of her dogs and cats while she was gone, and she bought me the necklace in Roatán. The pictured parts that are native to the original necklace are the seriously nifty adjustable cord; the wooden bead; and the wooden spiral, complete with metal lizard.
The freedom rings (the multi-colored metal loops, for those who don't know; and, yeah, there's one missing) were also not gifts of Tao; try as I might, I can't assign that honoriffic to something I bought at Claire's over a decade ago, when I was far more interested in spirits than spirit.
But the blue jay feather? Oh, you bet your sweet bippy that's a gift of Tao! (And a nice one, too, if you're willing to appreciate it! It's been my experience that that's generally the nature of gifts of Tao: They're more likely to be things about which you make a gut-level choice to value or not value [like this feather or the piece of pretty pink ribbon that now adorns my bokken], than things than have a more obvious wide-spread value [like, say, that $50 bill that Tao has yet to toss into my path].) I found it by the street, just down from my yard, while I was out walking to clear my head, and certainly not hunting for stray feathers. (I was taught not to touch them, anyway, 'cause they might have mites.)
And, for those of you who can't appreciate the inherent meaning in finding that which you don't seek, hadn't considered seeking, but find immediate value in upon finding...
Well, there are several different instances of "meaning" going on here, too. If you want to argue which symbols apply and which don't, that's fine; but it's my damned necklace, and to me, both the lizard and the spiral are symbols of regeneration. Regeneration, for reasons that I won't go into here, has been an important theme for me over the past several months, so those symbols are appropriate to my current state.
The freedom rings are an obvious symbol. Independence, tolerance, diversity, whatever. Honestly, it's just my way of saying "Hi! I like girls!"
And the feather? I actually looked up the symbolism surrounding blue jays, and feathers, in general; but on a very basic, personal level, it represents a desire for flight, both literal and figurative.
In combination, I love this necklace! Its various symbols come together to form an expression that is true to my current self. I wore it for the first time, today. I liked wearing it. And while wearing it, I found yet another gift of Tao: a shiny purple headband, lost or discarded in the parking lot at Wal-Mart. I have no idea, yet, what purpose it will serve, but I already know that I appreciate it; in part, because it's pretty, but also because it was found.
It's easy to find meaning and value if you look for it. It's easier, still, if you're simply willing to recognize it when you see it. It can be found in the things you work hard for, the things you may sometimes take for granted, the things that are given to you, and even the things you don't realize you want.
In the end, it's what you choose to value (or not value) that makes you who you are. You may argue that my choice to value what others may see as worthless, by my own logic, degrades my own worth.
I would argue that choosing to value what others see as worthless, by the nature of the fact that abundance degrades worth, makes me happy.
This is especially nice since I have yet to install Inkscape on the new PC.
"...the clueless of the world have an unprecedented opportunity to experience in plastic something they'll never touch in person, at least perhaps not without a valid Visa account."
via hothardware.com
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