Papal Confessions Over Due

With all the Papal confusion and the confessions in Belgium and elsewhere, I offer this photo abstraction of lustful behavior. Let it be known that we Sincerely do inhabit two worlds: Human flesh and spirit are united to the end. Get your shit together, Boss!  Stop relying on 13th century mentalities.

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On behalf of all believers in the dignity of the human body and soul, I offer this Anima image as a prayer for peace and grace in the healing of all wounds.

Angelus

A Confession

I was a good Catholic boy until a cranky old priest broadcast my teenage sins from the confessional. His voice thundered throughout the dimly lit church where old Polish ladies knelt to pray for the last drippings from holiday gravy bowls and Papa's lingerings down at the tavern.

I didn't get gravy, didn't get beer! But I learned how to turn invisible as I walked out of the church.

Turkey Legs

Turkey Legs

 Gerry Zeck Photoshop manipulation, Dualities Series

Confrontation with a Feline

I barely caught Popi wearing Pam's pearls.

"Mine," she said, "They're mine!"

You can't reason with a stubborn Bengal.

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Ed's Closet

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If you've ever spent time cleaning up someone's estate, this may seem familiar.

Blind Ali

Looking for BP's oil spill, Tanda follows Blind Ali through Siberia.

A Touch of Color

Well, today I'm wondering how many of you are wasted on the bi-cameral brain topic. Fortunately, I am not quite done with exploring the associations, the rights and lefts, the blacks and whites. But here comes a little variation: a touch of color. Just a bit of color, like a piece of chicken in a lettuce sandwich.

How's your chicken today? Well, Tanda's left brain, like yours, processes data in a serial manner I'm told. You can see where that leads him. His right hemisphere processes the world in parallel; notice the difference? At full size this drawing presents a true challenge to keep your feet. Wiggle, wiggle. Enough for today!

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Time to test another touch of color. Just for fun I decided to extract some residue from an empty ink jet cartridge. A few drops of Cyan ink were coaxed onto the drawing paper to begin the next ink therapy session. 

What, may I ask, is the imagination for? OK, so you compose your reality there; so do I. May your realities begin and end with big smiles. May your life be full of fun.