this was recently fixed up. still something left. who knows. it’s a field of gold baby.

-P. O.

part three of four: the evils. he is my portrayal of a meth head? and now i am all caught up i do believe. week eight, two months of twelve down!

-p. onyx

whoops! a week behind. going to have to put another up in uh minute! these are my ruby slippers. 

-puppeteer onyx

a necklace, collar type thing. super multi-media. life is super wild at this point on the map.

-p. onyx

i went on a short vacation. i can not wait to move my life elsewhere one of these random days in life history. i put this junk together and mounted those two dudes on there. once  so alive they were. watch them decay on a wall in a pretty frame.

-p. onyx

“how brilliant!” she exclaimed, “a life inside of tablet, a drop, a section of paper, without ever again being slapped with the harsh fist of reality. forever, to be blissfully ignorant, and ignorantly blissful.” i’d be a lion today, a songbird tomorrow, and an expressionist artist over the weekend; an idea far from rational she thought but something sweet for your dreams anyways.

week four, a month completed. how exciting. that guys name is quiggles. we had a baby diaper party last night with lots of frosting everywhere and it turned into some bizarre, wasted, insane, loving, lusting, friendly evening to morning. how scandalous and beautiful it was. well, until next time.

-puppeteer onyx

this is older too but it is leading to a bigger picture, something new. this is freedom. to do and see things as we will. paper, markers, cut-outs, clippings, ink.

week two. kind of an old thang touched up in parts and will be part of a series thang thang. this is ‘the choices’.

i fed my addiction, the true thriftohalic came out today and i bought a lot of cheap ugly clothes and i am pretty excited about it. also a swirly blue/ gold glass hunk, banana ash tray, giant/ gold fortune cat, and i lime green pterodactyl stuffed-animal. also, bought something i would like to make a piece with/ out of, whatever. we’ll see.

-P. Onyx

it is it is it is it is so hot hot hot. some good, inspiring, fun images. that’s all. a new something by me for this week will be arriving onto here soon.

-P. Onyx

week one, only first one ever here. threw this together earlier. got down with surrealism, cubism, abstractionism yada yada yada because i watched this one documentary, and grabbed some cardboard and painted this mess. i would like to throw a shout out to the unconventional, passionate, earth shaking artists of the mid-decades of the prior century, people will always care. 

Until next time.

-P. Onyx

I have been grooving, as well as doing a lot of arts and crafts. Paint, feathers, buttons, crayons, ballpoint pens, shells, bark, plastic toys and so on. I have gotten so into these crafts and the idea of self expression, that many people do not lift their chins to in life. Dear certain humans beings, learn to let the boundaries fall, be inspired by the living and the inanimate, and lay down something, even if it makes no sense, even if it looks like ‘shit’. I guess that is beside the real, real point. Anywho, I decided to start one of these, and at least once a week, for a year, let out something goofy I’ve made into cyberspace. This is my diary of sorts, a way for me to keep track of the steps in the ‘creative’ journey.  We are a little over three hours into the first day of July, 2010, have a good one world. I’ll having something up by the end of the week.

-P. Onyx