I.C.A.D. Day 26 — Exotic

Still catching up–still rushed–but effort furthers.

I.C.A.D. Day 25 — Botanica Clumsiata

Working full-time, relying on public transportation, and spending quality time with my Steady Girlfriend, Joy, got me off the daily-posting rails the last couple of days–and this first catchup effort is rushed and clumsy. But it exists, and it’s what I did, and there will be more in the future…

I.C.A.D. Day 24 — Geometry

If George Washington met Ry Cooder, you could call that Geo met Ry. Tempting! But these cards of mine have leaned too much on portraiture. I did this instead…

I.C.A.D. Day 23 — Romantic

The Beatles made a lot of great love music–“Here, There and Everywhere,” “I Will,” “Something,” “I Need You,” and “And I Love Her” spring immediately to mind–but this one has a special place in my heart, which shows you what a sentimental sap I can be. So be it!

I.C.A.D. Day 22 — Psychedelic

It’s been a long day, and the lassitudinousness that a long day brings seems to show in this effort. The next one will be better.

I.C.A.D. Day 21 — The Seventies

The one iconic image that comes to mind when I think of the 70’s is Wonder Woman, that mix of feminism and objectification that invites both celebration and scorn. I’m for celebration, of the lovely and vibrant Lynda Carter, and the prescience of William Moulton Marston, who created Wonder Woman SPECIFICALLY to empower the “Fairer Sex.”

I.C.A.D. Day 20 — Color Wheel

Color Wheel (Wield)

Catch the Rainbows–it’s the law
On with Pigments: sis boom bah
Learn to complement & rule
Ogle your Ultima Thule
Rock & Roll as Dualists duel

I.C.A.D. Day 19 — Snow Globe

In the Spring of 1973 I was full of myself, and full of beans as well. (Not much evolvement on either of those fronts has been made.) I was a student at Glendale Community College and my pal Evan Bishop was that year’s editor of its literary magazine, The Traveler. Evan let me inflict my then-meager illustrative talent on the magazine, and I can only hope that not many copies of that misbegotten edition are floating around still. But one drawing, an illustration for a poem about a melting snowman, did have a crude charm. The lady who wrote the poem was happy enough to say, “THAT’S my Snowman!” So I feel as though I achieved some modest success with illustration, even forty-odd years ago.

Today the phrase “snow globe” evoked memories of that snowman, so I brought him back.

I.C.A.D. Day 18 — Tree/House

Juxtapose to tell a story:
Ancient Tree and gruff Hugh Laurie.
Though it’s fully formulaic
It’s still shards in our mosaic.

I.C.A.D. Day 17 — Wabi-Sabi

Wabi-Sabi, Perfection through Imperfection, is everywhere in the Arizona desert. Dylan Thomas’s “Break in the sun till the sun breaks down/And death shall have no dominion.” comes to mind…

The cacti are gouged into, pitted and marred,
They’re spiky and twisted and knobby.
It’s hardy survivors, so weathered, so scarred,
That demonstrate TRUE Wabi-Sabi.