I feel a need to share these three Flopside Comics today. It has been awhile since I have. The female collective psyche is taking a blow right now. This is my way of walking us all through it. A friend once asked me,
“But is it, Art?”
That is not the point. Instead it is creative expression by someone who likes to express her throat chakra often for healing purposes.
As this gal here is good at doing. BAUBO PORTAGONIST got Demeter to laugh after losing her lovely child Persephone.
This is a Flopside Bubblegum Comic I did a few years back. I like to doodle and when I had my HP Printer it came with an online creative app that offered many different options for creative endeavor. The left and right handed kind.
Today Kerry Love Canal, as I affectionately think of him, asked for my rock drawings to add to his site. I may take him up on his offer. Back to doing what I do best, doodle.
SO, here is one I resurrect for Kerry.
Now I must find a creative app that goes with my new Kyocera Printer. I think the best of life is having creative endeavors.
“We Have To Play With Ourselves”
Click on image box to be tickled by Punk Rock Singers Gone Mad!
Today is International Women’s Day, and soon follows St. Paddy’s Day and then the Spring Equinox.
Consider the following statement. Every river began its life as a stream, and every stream had its origin in the minutest trickle. In turn, every trickle is the result of filtration through rock and sand and soil, and from this process a single drop of water arises. So often most of these single drops have not seen the sky or the light of the sun for hundreds, if not thousands, of years.
How did Hayden Sterling the best Noir dude and Cerridwen the Welsh Goddess of inspiration twine together in my heart, blood and water in my body’s imagination? The earth, male and female, sea, sky, rain and the divinely profound now cumulatively and happily joined together to reveal an old image to me.
There is no new water on earth. In turn, there is no new myth on earth but only the retelling of the same rivers of mythology, flavoured only by the passing of time.
The image is Cerridwen and she is holding her cauldron and staff. I once thought the image was Persephone…yet now I know who she is. A subtle part of my heritage.
Where from, you growling water? How old are you? Did you come in from the sea with the midnight flood? Were you sired by an iceberg out of the South Polar Cap, or was your dam a cloud knocked up by the High Sierra? Were you falling rain short months ago? What’s the news from Donner Pass and Emigrant Gap, and how are those new motels? You look a little wan, as though you’re tired of the land. Tried to trap you, did they—up Sacramento way? Piped you through a tunnel, dumped chlorine in your face, spun you through a toilet bowl—small wonder you’re brown as a sportsman’s chest. Don’t quit now; two hours will see you through the Gate, and once you’re clear keep rolling on. I’ll join you one day soon. Maybe.
This is a quick introduction as we clean up and create a place for creativity. An Art Gallery and place to talk and share. YouTube will not let me use the name Bomb Shelter Productions because of the world as it is. Even though I am using it for a place of anti-war and peachy peace. A poke at lemony sour humor and satire maybe even hope and goodness. I love it and we have only just begun. I do have my YouTube place called The Seminary of Praying Mantis Presents B.S.Productions and I will post my first video there… this one in fact. We have an in-house Pub coming too…. still being created. We have the place…
New Project by the Seminary Of Praying Mantis Publishing
Art My Way
Monday, January 04, 2021
Overgrown is the bomb shelter in our backyard. A craziness of past generations. Yet, the time is right to move this project forward. It has been on the back burner for a few years. I completed many of my long-time goals.
Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine # 54 Ten Year Anniversary (replica) in bitchin’ paperback format.
A memoir My Punklullaby glossy cover paperback format.
To Ride A Painted Pony Wild paperback novella.
13 music tapes of KFJC, Flipside Radio hosted by Hudley Flipside
It feels good to be freed up now to work with my many art illustrations and cartoons.
Bomb Shelter Productions will start with a single illustration of my art including an essay or talk about its relevance. I will start recording soon as I am now cleaning, painting, and making a place within the Bomb Shelter to do this.
Equipment: laptop and YouTube.
A great inspiration which I dedicate to AGLAEA.
The beginning of the year while safe in my bomb shelter.
Supreme Court says gay, transgender workers are protected by federal law forbidding discrimination on the basis of sex.
Mr. Fuck the recluse has not been around for some time. He is underground in our bomb shelter. He comes out at night on trash night to go through people’s trash for food. He practices “freeganism.” Sometimes he asks me for cigarettes and a beer. I guess he does keep up with the news and today I saw him out in the bright of the day with his pussy hat on, with purple gloves and black mask. He wears them going through trash, has for years. Anyway, he was happy to embrace the only good news out for some time. Here is a portrait he let me do of him awhile back. I put my speakers close to the window so we could dance to his favorite song… then he went back down into our bomb shelter. Do not know when he will pop up again. He is kind of like the wild raccoons and possums and praying mantis … they are on their own schedules… occasionally they let themselves be seen in our garden. He is clean and collects plastic bags to throw his waste and trash away. He is a lot like having a cat around, but he cleans up after himself. I used to love to hug him. A good fight now and then too.