tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359342242024-03-06T20:43:50.321-08:00H.Pryor ArtWelcome to the place I show my latest works of art.HPryorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09348550603984175445noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35934224.post-77002033451162439722008-09-15T19:19:00.000-07:002008-09-15T19:43:44.604-07:00May art show at Outsider Inside GalleryAluminum Antenna<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ08VgYdGBq4nlkJoU2wZD1vPA_ghYbPZFFlyQrMFMeJWDs0lrnQywa-DTpq6efZ3GtKGrtAscPiAxPYHd2S16FEmSySK9sp5BHKNv0rYglHpB4oDJHRwnkNOVYgNxcpI1CVhgPw/s1600-h/Aluminum-Antenna_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ08VgYdGBq4nlkJoU2wZD1vPA_ghYbPZFFlyQrMFMeJWDs0lrnQywa-DTpq6efZ3GtKGrtAscPiAxPYHd2S16FEmSySK9sp5BHKNv0rYglHpB4oDJHRwnkNOVYgNxcpI1CVhgPw/s320/Aluminum-Antenna_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246439902804317938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Baby People<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd4c7mHlp8h9vO-ypsuO-WMe1wDDjZAoVj5w9EgT9t1RzMO2ZHgkQpHPHUnNYjX4-3PVxs7zPYjnZrGDh7tZHoI2lzpSrhj5Jz3cRu7sefRXljBf7V4NfYWzGRaTwKtFFM2Uh00Q/s1600-h/Baby-People.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd4c7mHlp8h9vO-ypsuO-WMe1wDDjZAoVj5w9EgT9t1RzMO2ZHgkQpHPHUnNYjX4-3PVxs7zPYjnZrGDh7tZHoI2lzpSrhj5Jz3cRu7sefRXljBf7V4NfYWzGRaTwKtFFM2Uh00Q/s320/Baby-People.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246439908511295554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />A Movie Playing on My Eyelids<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHn8s4KVu6LYVZsR1E-xnPNisDjaffq7xC0ZftOg7S0RRPydfIOHo2Ju6fVtQ7iqmm663gsCTBELAqDcDrtc-1xy8WrbGpgXcg6zF8hOTehUrKpmyRjhihvoZWCxwdNBdwgQMGA/s1600-h/MoviePlaying.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHn8s4KVu6LYVZsR1E-xnPNisDjaffq7xC0ZftOg7S0RRPydfIOHo2Ju6fVtQ7iqmm663gsCTBELAqDcDrtc-1xy8WrbGpgXcg6zF8hOTehUrKpmyRjhihvoZWCxwdNBdwgQMGA/s320/MoviePlaying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246439905326208850" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Huh?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLVPztmmAPPYJs3Kw_IQuO0WznR4-IpNsQMzdJkkOrogONmuf3_79I1aN4IfbEr1R7RpKMCejcxxXo6LUC3HOdo7r6tYGeWvx4CVijvRfpFSVR_g6hl9vYe_ndoyIqD1y_Bx5pw/s1600-h/Huh.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLVPztmmAPPYJs3Kw_IQuO0WznR4-IpNsQMzdJkkOrogONmuf3_79I1aN4IfbEr1R7RpKMCejcxxXo6LUC3HOdo7r6tYGeWvx4CVijvRfpFSVR_g6hl9vYe_ndoyIqD1y_Bx5pw/s320/Huh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246439911385610306" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />The Bright Side of a Cataclysmic Breakdown in Evolution<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixGa3ff4zbJ2H74FTT7cls-bDvPpRM17Q761Zom0WysnxJ5evLiFZ-sDgFAxor-QI34cRt3xntr_88lzWDCohpyWNpFZkDQ0Dn7ZA0uY0o9BIfmXNzAJzPi_A8A85FwJku2cND8Q/s1600-h/Cataclysmic_Breakdown.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixGa3ff4zbJ2H74FTT7cls-bDvPpRM17Q761Zom0WysnxJ5evLiFZ-sDgFAxor-QI34cRt3xntr_88lzWDCohpyWNpFZkDQ0Dn7ZA0uY0o9BIfmXNzAJzPi_A8A85FwJku2cND8Q/s320/Cataclysmic_Breakdown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246439467397885842" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Accordion of Consciousness<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggaGqIpgIktSkqwoz-gvTI23pW5ZAjwhwVrlKCtqNTbiOq5sbh2rQHiQxbHUeEzxrujD8y9itlQjudxl6_DLVdvAKpLPaEX6hTEkVtPjr_P_79DEC8FcF3VEUiT6pqdfNDUM-JhQ/s1600-h/Accordian-of-Cons.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggaGqIpgIktSkqwoz-gvTI23pW5ZAjwhwVrlKCtqNTbiOq5sbh2rQHiQxbHUeEzxrujD8y9itlQjudxl6_DLVdvAKpLPaEX6hTEkVtPjr_P_79DEC8FcF3VEUiT6pqdfNDUM-JhQ/s320/Accordian-of-Cons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246439472579593154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I'd Take Me to War<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT3uGQELP61U28zKDHhvhcwvvUM3uPX8HFdjry1hybSkfSdxZ4g0guKDAjgwxtAGrwNPz6zDxyiIJYc0xfOkEg3ip4kV3VrUVE3qy9T0Rf1xt_yul8F-qR_fZkX_PXZ-Ss98r9wA/s1600-h/I'd-Take-Me-To-War_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT3uGQELP61U28zKDHhvhcwvvUM3uPX8HFdjry1hybSkfSdxZ4g0guKDAjgwxtAGrwNPz6zDxyiIJYc0xfOkEg3ip4kV3VrUVE3qy9T0Rf1xt_yul8F-qR_fZkX_PXZ-Ss98r9wA/s320/I'd-Take-Me-To-War_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246439475021116530" border="0" /></a>(close up)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAelSE-xuBfsEhJdQw2Lh1fGLyzVo7AGttKS7pI-SNM1IH1tORHxfsNV8LbH8liewgEqJI6XU9zZuwJeMzSkgYE7MpKHi_VLGaM5Ci3OqVSqEVT5UBuHQBMw9WVLEBqOD9GgqYOg/s1600-h/I'd-Take-Me-To-War_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAelSE-xuBfsEhJdQw2Lh1fGLyzVo7AGttKS7pI-SNM1IH1tORHxfsNV8LbH8liewgEqJI6XU9zZuwJeMzSkgYE7MpKHi_VLGaM5Ci3OqVSqEVT5UBuHQBMw9WVLEBqOD9GgqYOg/s320/I'd-Take-Me-To-War_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246439476512873314" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Fragile Like Steel<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvW6UN3tely611pxZed5JS3j0YdRwpbvpBATYR9wBpXy8JGjhXx9gVxKohUVCDBQ90eEmr8vTgO3tZZgQKsXIxfUR34BCHb7HWbKKCrGPSmnGkosdbXavAVygyFTUp-CSOKFh5RA/s1600-h/Fragile,-Like-Steel_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvW6UN3tely611pxZed5JS3j0YdRwpbvpBATYR9wBpXy8JGjhXx9gVxKohUVCDBQ90eEmr8vTgO3tZZgQKsXIxfUR34BCHb7HWbKKCrGPSmnGkosdbXavAVygyFTUp-CSOKFh5RA/s320/Fragile,-Like-Steel_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246439478778773378" border="0" /></a>(close up)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg2fca-fdjEGx5NjkJ-qNTJpKGk0Ibs1-_E4Ntll5WEoUTboANUXkM45hBuGNDZHV17_6imPRquczSFVz5yN-cEhLTr9ckjS1EKdPV4IKN7rqicNDJYWrUSwyG04bYqMKICfYm_w/s1600-h/Fragile,-Like-Steel_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg2fca-fdjEGx5NjkJ-qNTJpKGk0Ibs1-_E4Ntll5WEoUTboANUXkM45hBuGNDZHV17_6imPRquczSFVz5yN-cEhLTr9ckjS1EKdPV4IKN7rqicNDJYWrUSwyG04bYqMKICfYm_w/s320/Fragile,-Like-Steel_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246439897641368322" border="0" /></a>HPryorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09348550603984175445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35934224.post-27184877808983980622008-08-26T09:59:00.000-07:002008-09-15T19:19:45.292-07:00Oops here's another one I forgot from FebruaryJisonshin: Grappling towards unconditional self-love.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5yVCls9Nfc1NwJ9g9xGIQbxFVxxv7aIpxqiR5Hb5vvNaONqAt1p7z63Aq5uaLiFzLE_kDn1Xpg9xwW56AOSWFJkHGnQLoWJK_2VMOevLi9TbpZQDdGynYzlCjUoTpSO0I2aDyWg/s1600-h/whats+love+got+to+do+with+it+055.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5yVCls9Nfc1NwJ9g9xGIQbxFVxxv7aIpxqiR5Hb5vvNaONqAt1p7z63Aq5uaLiFzLE_kDn1Xpg9xwW56AOSWFJkHGnQLoWJK_2VMOevLi9TbpZQDdGynYzlCjUoTpSO0I2aDyWg/s320/whats+love+got+to+do+with+it+055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238876668617577202" border="0" /></a>HPryorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09348550603984175445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35934224.post-65347861357678322362008-03-13T20:37:00.000-07:002008-03-14T13:17:03.810-07:00What's Love Got to Do With It? Yorktown, VirginiaSo, many of you are probably wondering where I've been and why I haven't been a good girl in keeping up my blog. Well, number one: the spare time I do have is usually not spent here in front of the computer. Number two: I've spent most of the early and mid winter getting ready for a show at the <a href="http://www.nancythomas.com/cart/cover.html">Nancy Thomas Gallery </a>in Yorktown, Va. It was in mid February and I have to say that it was one of the most challenging and wonderful experiences I've had in a while. Wonderful cause the people who produced the show (you know who you are and I love ya so much!) were some of the kindest spirited people I've ever met and their enthusiasm was beyond contagious. Challenging because .... there was a theme.... a guideline, if you will.... the show was called "What's Love Got to do With It?" in conjunction with V-Day and.....my stuff just has to flow as it comes. To give me a theme to stick with and produce 20 pieces in accordance with that feels just a little tighter than a straight jacket. 20 pieces? All about "Love"? I almost said, "No, I can't work like that...I'm too "out there and free, man". But before getting too full of myself, I gave it a few days and tortured over it a while. My lazy self said "stick to your guns, rebel!" But ya know what? My higher self said, " you need a challenge...don't be a pussy!" I listened to the latter and said, "YES!" I'm so glad I did. All of the angst it caused kept me from keeping up with this blog and many other aspects of my life but hey! I never said I was a mega multi- tasker. Thanks for tuning back in and here is some stuff from the show.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>I'll Take My Medication </em>(acrylic, oil pen, and epoxy on cardboard lid assemblage)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN9C-LtcJRbWD7a6kYij6MBNpUQmDN5gCUy7QyOqRNZupbhyArrC8ZehLLn4aE9IHHAdaz9MrJdTqEoBxyX2jc-wBgqQ7SFUUHM5HC6AlPVLMzR4LBvDlM9Z-5q6H0EOi9Vl3U6w/s1600-h/new+love+025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177680861629335858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN9C-LtcJRbWD7a6kYij6MBNpUQmDN5gCUy7QyOqRNZupbhyArrC8ZehLLn4aE9IHHAdaz9MrJdTqEoBxyX2jc-wBgqQ7SFUUHM5HC6AlPVLMzR4LBvDlM9Z-5q6H0EOi9Vl3U6w/s320/new+love+025.JPG" border="0" /></a> We've all been there. This represents the crazy fights we endure for love and the desperate promises made to keep it together.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>Narcissism </em>(acrylic, oil pen, and epoxy on cardboard lid assemblage)<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhea1wyIuUSA5oO0sHemGKyjrCIjFTqpkz8mALMG_e4Kld5jLBpA6PxfH0G9kQnkEn_5GLgxERcJGPv4WrP9ZeL5dsPT9-JX-pGT7tejU8HwFh_xqvW6ih7RoIah00rJAOTIli3fg/s1600-h/new+love+011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177680127189928162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhea1wyIuUSA5oO0sHemGKyjrCIjFTqpkz8mALMG_e4Kld5jLBpA6PxfH0G9kQnkEn_5GLgxERcJGPv4WrP9ZeL5dsPT9-JX-pGT7tejU8HwFh_xqvW6ih7RoIah00rJAOTIli3fg/s320/new+love+011.JPG" border="0" /></a> For this show I decided to play with the idea of love. Who wants to see a bunch of hearts and flowers anyway? Love is a loaded term and exploiting the light and dark side of it was way too tempting. So the one above is about self-absorption, a distorted kind of love. Narcissism.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p><em>I Just Wanna Talk</em> (acrylic, oil pen, and epoxy on a cardboard lid assemblage)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGSkHzs-_sKcSM5Izo8pglneXCqdfqDyHxZjEUhvcvjsRsZ82aW5DecBtIgyW-tWIIkElheseq-ftcvdZMzQu5h9_-pE0P0KgHDDrB1RhoSVN9M4DZpsHjU3Wm_RG5HmLpM1KRJA/s1600-h/new+love+027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177687076447013202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGSkHzs-_sKcSM5Izo8pglneXCqdfqDyHxZjEUhvcvjsRsZ82aW5DecBtIgyW-tWIIkElheseq-ftcvdZMzQu5h9_-pE0P0KgHDDrB1RhoSVN9M4DZpsHjU3Wm_RG5HmLpM1KRJA/s320/new+love+027.JPG" border="0" /></a> These are pink elephants in overalls holding machine guns. Aren't they fun? They're psycho stalkers. Another distorted type of love.<br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p><em>Public Disclosure of Forbidden Love</em> (acrylic, pencil, and epoxy on wooden assemblage)</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmyORjQcJAVvFnd8OvdsG-h-QjTtyL-N0c6kurkCdDieKkDT8U07FOXf4lXbMDl4gAI4B80h-3gB9L2GeSb3tn7Y3TOAoLJB6yUl9xwrpvB7aJtwS55dWwHycPmjVw7P10pnP_Kg/s1600-h/VA+Love+Show+033.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177680135779862786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmyORjQcJAVvFnd8OvdsG-h-QjTtyL-N0c6kurkCdDieKkDT8U07FOXf4lXbMDl4gAI4B80h-3gB9L2GeSb3tn7Y3TOAoLJB6yUl9xwrpvB7aJtwS55dWwHycPmjVw7P10pnP_Kg/s320/VA+Love+Show+033.JPG" border="0" /></a> I also wanted to show unlikely pairs hooking up. This is Godzilla who fell in love with the nemesis, Spectreman. If you look inside the lizard's belly you can see their love child in utero.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p><em>Cult Status: No One Understands My Love for You</em><br />(acrylic, pencil, and epoxy on wooden structure with 3 rubber doll heads)</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhksbsds2IJxd86l4X7k7HzjrS7VKz0qqvPBlhpWTU6AE2KmmQ97pCDc_qGp30qR0C48xjGubeG2gHhTI3gqmHcoeCJTOyMe6gXSUIb_jqKVjoYqNCDtb92KT9SLj8HVMrWDqYZjQ/s1600-h/whats+love+got+to+do+with+it+050.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177680144369797394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhksbsds2IJxd86l4X7k7HzjrS7VKz0qqvPBlhpWTU6AE2KmmQ97pCDc_qGp30qR0C48xjGubeG2gHhTI3gqmHcoeCJTOyMe6gXSUIb_jqKVjoYqNCDtb92KT9SLj8HVMrWDqYZjQ/s320/whats+love+got+to+do+with+it+050.JPG" border="0" /></a> The baby was born and now he's a legend. This is about his obsessive fans.</p><p> </p><p>side view of <em>Cult Status</em><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVxDpy2WN_kikkoGo2pi2T3ddB_xhCe23AGYsOyBiaJBGgochk3-ohNLEBVZVnrHr3-XyL0u7IWtkQSf3hQ_3D0J4K4VGlSl5O8taf_qbwYZLt1lgzNDk-iinIyA6rKTS9W-6KBA/s1600-h/VA+Love+Show+015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177680148664764706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVxDpy2WN_kikkoGo2pi2T3ddB_xhCe23AGYsOyBiaJBGgochk3-ohNLEBVZVnrHr3-XyL0u7IWtkQSf3hQ_3D0J4K4VGlSl5O8taf_qbwYZLt1lgzNDk-iinIyA6rKTS9W-6KBA/s320/VA+Love+Show+015.JPG" border="0" /></a> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><em>You Had Me at "Nanu": Mork and Buck Rogers </em> (acrylic, pencil, epoxy and old doll on wooden assemblage)<br /><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOViTLw-qds5BIilaSVbYUJWQkCcD1GVmOF39ORDF5XaCEFGApLkp7u5T2rMF7aed6PnnLM_FL1ZtVWif4VZyUq_tFzhjMvvE2_Caw45yjKkDNR4qi_7jGl8p9M1tBXVr2P6ksqA/s1600-h/new+love+015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177677666173667394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOViTLw-qds5BIilaSVbYUJWQkCcD1GVmOF39ORDF5XaCEFGApLkp7u5T2rMF7aed6PnnLM_FL1ZtVWif4VZyUq_tFzhjMvvE2_Caw45yjKkDNR4qi_7jGl8p9M1tBXVr2P6ksqA/s320/new+love+015.JPG" border="0" /></a> Another one about unlikely pairs hooking up. The text reads: <em>Mork and Buck Rogers, their intergalactal attraction could no longer be denied...you do the math.</em></p><p><em></em> </p><p>Close up of "the woman inside Buck Rogers"</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyw8goccyfcV2dFHR6UYhuAOlwwjikwfhBeX_-0YmR_EAEuOuq04v7o7X9Td1BKAw4nXkJmhSwVYhrL_zDogMO-U_-PVML-OhjczJWVTq6wiB4hBWOj3w74VQJTmHylAw9aSZTJQ/s1600-h/new+love+017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177677666173667410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyw8goccyfcV2dFHR6UYhuAOlwwjikwfhBeX_-0YmR_EAEuOuq04v7o7X9Td1BKAw4nXkJmhSwVYhrL_zDogMO-U_-PVML-OhjczJWVTq6wiB4hBWOj3w74VQJTmHylAw9aSZTJQ/s320/new+love+017.JPG" border="0" /></a> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><em>Holy Matrimony</em><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsaBz32NxMJhmpd16ENODYx2xiU8RF6CJ6lChFYIld8MfVhCSbHgJcFQdpd4Dx0_Y-hLdqe5UeUcLJP2cBjMeo26T4IhL26MZwxg0vYHEbTyKt0wChrXFOWmt1NrZCRmPG_0B9XQ/s1600-h/new+love+006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177677670468634722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsaBz32NxMJhmpd16ENODYx2xiU8RF6CJ6lChFYIld8MfVhCSbHgJcFQdpd4Dx0_Y-hLdqe5UeUcLJP2cBjMeo26T4IhL26MZwxg0vYHEbTyKt0wChrXFOWmt1NrZCRmPG_0B9XQ/s320/new+love+006.JPG" border="0" /></a> It's a wedding! Godzilla and Spectreman are making honest critters out of eachother.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><em>Marching Band and Drumline</em><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgRcj3MQn17x0AlycATqxuOvakji-ai_-3u_DExDgo_XndtBgAq7JqY-kPm9tbdkK4BJ1Cr-uxgNHbmRDXbwVNgETcsW5DxR6E_y7yJLOHOWpRk3LJWS0YHAuNdh8fmtKbReX3Jw/s1600-h/whats+love+got+to+do+with+it+063.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177677679058569330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgRcj3MQn17x0AlycATqxuOvakji-ai_-3u_DExDgo_XndtBgAq7JqY-kPm9tbdkK4BJ1Cr-uxgNHbmRDXbwVNgETcsW5DxR6E_y7yJLOHOWpRk3LJWS0YHAuNdh8fmtKbReX3Jw/s320/whats+love+got+to+do+with+it+063.JPG" border="0" /></a> Don't know what this has to do with love, really.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p><em>I Love Robert: A Self Portrait </em> (acrylic, pencil, epoxy, and celluloid doll on wood structure)<br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5872rntHuoWBZSfC7Mlsdcei8I2aJxXvEjhPfGjc7w1zkLKfcERPWXgaBeQVEZMt-yrxaavexlSdKXpqeu2_alfpqqxcnMWyFphinuPYahmsSvQsF430b-bRpJLaThl2n4AB7uA/s1600-h/VA+Love+Show+025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177677679058569346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5872rntHuoWBZSfC7Mlsdcei8I2aJxXvEjhPfGjc7w1zkLKfcERPWXgaBeQVEZMt-yrxaavexlSdKXpqeu2_alfpqqxcnMWyFphinuPYahmsSvQsF430b-bRpJLaThl2n4AB7uA/s320/VA+Love+Show+025.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is about me actually. Its a long story but when I was little I used to wish I was a little boy. So much that I would tell strangers my name was Robert. They believed me until they met my parents who refused to go along with my secret identity. So this piece is about loving the unconventional little Robert inside of me.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p><em>The view of God </em>( acrylic, pencil, epoxy, and wooden cut outs on old drawer)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5sdZcFrOi44Uv96-yq9JyOYQvkZz_4hWdR9H9RbE84SXh9KrANYbI_b9bSQqCyYx6FxEDWIF2a7KRkF_rV4Ec40Q-QJcawfaDoRDBnayFmT5-5heECU8Xshoq-akN4fuhT7fTlQ/s1600-h/VA+Love+Show+017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177444685672695778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5sdZcFrOi44Uv96-yq9JyOYQvkZz_4hWdR9H9RbE84SXh9KrANYbI_b9bSQqCyYx6FxEDWIF2a7KRkF_rV4Ec40Q-QJcawfaDoRDBnayFmT5-5heECU8Xshoq-akN4fuhT7fTlQ/s320/VA+Love+Show+017.JPG" border="0" /></a> Everyone is a baby deep down. At least that's what I tell myself when I'm really pissed at someone. <br /><br /><br /></p>HPryorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09348550603984175445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35934224.post-47833998161476449732007-11-12T19:24:00.000-08:002007-11-12T19:36:26.630-08:00November 2007Population and Positioning in an Enclave<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-o8CPE8PIrPdV53QvJP8J7EDpvDz9_DZ-zfr8t__kP_8Sw2T1H406Bosv7ljAFwDcXbx4gJ-axiXwBxlQoL2om1DUYV2E5YPHPWyAXg1VBzTbkIW7_i8KLf8bwEYAQJnXTakGKA/s1600-h/kennesaw+011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132162756829867634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-o8CPE8PIrPdV53QvJP8J7EDpvDz9_DZ-zfr8t__kP_8Sw2T1H406Bosv7ljAFwDcXbx4gJ-axiXwBxlQoL2om1DUYV2E5YPHPWyAXg1VBzTbkIW7_i8KLf8bwEYAQJnXTakGKA/s320/kennesaw+011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjAdJDyavFP_KOYSaTgYQwtshA1cw-IsKshHMtKK_v7_fl3IcIcii6i4yQfg2u1As95jNrs64t3noHBiaSZFMEXkkrPnfl2ZNZcwYB4us8SwIgruibj6tCUaIyJvyV862K1aZU-g/s1600-h/kennesaw+014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132162761124834946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjAdJDyavFP_KOYSaTgYQwtshA1cw-IsKshHMtKK_v7_fl3IcIcii6i4yQfg2u1As95jNrs64t3noHBiaSZFMEXkkrPnfl2ZNZcwYB4us8SwIgruibj6tCUaIyJvyV862K1aZU-g/s320/kennesaw+014.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Too Much Not Enoughness<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzc79JkDuhTgqO3Lzamyb9oVgfH7CIaU2AjQAKVvCI2VLlh5OoH5tNMNNfST9Zms_6S1wKJiLhMwAOqHeqolOzFoWxzmvgYWjXgyWqhYV8t0j3B245i_kfvfhfch53Lb1rcUF8rQ/s1600-h/kennesaw+007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132162464772091442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzc79JkDuhTgqO3Lzamyb9oVgfH7CIaU2AjQAKVvCI2VLlh5OoH5tNMNNfST9Zms_6S1wKJiLhMwAOqHeqolOzFoWxzmvgYWjXgyWqhYV8t0j3B245i_kfvfhfch53Lb1rcUF8rQ/s320/kennesaw+007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxLs8FkOj6TvoKVo4EA7g9UHrOxrtaO4x4Up-tMSjGiYrwGMQMNvWIRLk4YKr0G-1WPRg_LovyFPuKOVhsAXs6MC0tmbNrAgZVUbRZu3bLmCJM8U7-vwx3OWUAqJsyNhoGbdgmQ/s1600-h/kennesaw+015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132162473362026050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxLs8FkOj6TvoKVo4EA7g9UHrOxrtaO4x4Up-tMSjGiYrwGMQMNvWIRLk4YKr0G-1WPRg_LovyFPuKOVhsAXs6MC0tmbNrAgZVUbRZu3bLmCJM8U7-vwx3OWUAqJsyNhoGbdgmQ/s320/kennesaw+015.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTmOB7gUegHELmqHMHLwb_eXqC0kfiIGxoQnDQFoqhqXLW6vZET-B2jpLBPvWYaepgUgdOnQx5QGBHvEGr8zTxhX8kKHkGY2bSDvQfDFnxsHGWEBP5XP7AkU_QwF43cz7p7vKvVw/s1600-h/kennesaw+017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132162481951960658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTmOB7gUegHELmqHMHLwb_eXqC0kfiIGxoQnDQFoqhqXLW6vZET-B2jpLBPvWYaepgUgdOnQx5QGBHvEGr8zTxhX8kKHkGY2bSDvQfDFnxsHGWEBP5XP7AkU_QwF43cz7p7vKvVw/s320/kennesaw+017.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div>When You Said "Spaceman" I Was Thinking of Something a Little Bit Different.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNycayYgF4laqrXnxYULnDNapgIlpYpZfhlwfHD1zcz1SzkU9zLamWumEOFDgkYjefXoTr-H6AApaNl9tos2_EEEDfNWa_ofWC-S-UktU-YftC_NFU8I7KQOss0lzh0pwD5YcR1g/s1600-h/kennesaw+009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132162490541895266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNycayYgF4laqrXnxYULnDNapgIlpYpZfhlwfHD1zcz1SzkU9zLamWumEOFDgkYjefXoTr-H6AApaNl9tos2_EEEDfNWa_ofWC-S-UktU-YftC_NFU8I7KQOss0lzh0pwD5YcR1g/s320/kennesaw+009.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>HPryorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09348550603984175445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35934224.post-7418953616701435452007-09-15T12:16:00.000-07:002007-09-15T12:58:50.373-07:00Newbies for September 2007!!!<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Population and Positioning </span></span>(19.5" X 16")<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimbt8UdoeBJqbd8jv5GqhqrACCKqRfcXYRUBT9lLcjD98DxXZX0M3z6Ailv16lp1WT3ac3cGu-0ik32Eyl9RaJhu7HsH7vBGfEouCjFvUokpPAF2TgTI-AEYeNPgnkpItopkPl-Q/s1600-h/IMG_3207.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimbt8UdoeBJqbd8jv5GqhqrACCKqRfcXYRUBT9lLcjD98DxXZX0M3z6Ailv16lp1WT3ac3cGu-0ik32Eyl9RaJhu7HsH7vBGfEouCjFvUokpPAF2TgTI-AEYeNPgnkpItopkPl-Q/s320/IMG_3207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110519940500796050" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWXmjBTrdaZ4lFABOAIR9kDDbk2fIxB0YZBjjrQoe3YitFz4Qh0Oc4sAehVxdDp1yZP3oVtDh0IrBuU5UM-RpUyktdPj6oo2jMpq8rshHla-EtbE5g4S1w5GsWlyDT8ah1dMBgTQ/s1600-h/IMG_3209.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWXmjBTrdaZ4lFABOAIR9kDDbk2fIxB0YZBjjrQoe3YitFz4Qh0Oc4sAehVxdDp1yZP3oVtDh0IrBuU5UM-RpUyktdPj6oo2jMpq8rshHla-EtbE5g4S1w5GsWlyDT8ah1dMBgTQ/s320/IMG_3209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110519699982627394" border="0" /></a>here's a close up!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj__mdS04X5udXDIjSwM_Yhz1wsbkH_VJMu4VP1K-gzRpFSi2tylXxH_dKbHRRg0Ge0CKZ6n6g_xu7YP8INKTl29TJ13HMsZL2JpZv2VNdempWwys8IHgCccycH9jBE8iylWCH6_w/s1600-h/IMG_3211.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj__mdS04X5udXDIjSwM_Yhz1wsbkH_VJMu4VP1K-gzRpFSi2tylXxH_dKbHRRg0Ge0CKZ6n6g_xu7YP8INKTl29TJ13HMsZL2JpZv2VNdempWwys8IHgCccycH9jBE8iylWCH6_w/s320/IMG_3211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110519704277594706" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Yoshiko: A Floating Existence </span></span>(26.5"X 22")<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3dlHEsImmJfFI5wREADK2_hgYZGtMefSaVvJctNaIqIAIuTeJf-2JMCFaKFe4WMpMeRI6OsahJ1g08LOLf54r47Gjuv8nmyWUngGIxRhP6DKkRgiRPFXdu7CxMSa_FUiNgGgyHw/s1600-h/IMG_3226.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3dlHEsImmJfFI5wREADK2_hgYZGtMefSaVvJctNaIqIAIuTeJf-2JMCFaKFe4WMpMeRI6OsahJ1g08LOLf54r47Gjuv8nmyWUngGIxRhP6DKkRgiRPFXdu7CxMSa_FUiNgGgyHw/s320/IMG_3226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110519717162496610" border="0" /></a>And the close up...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsO3P0N7tFEPFdK6Eu68gCZ4fBVjJjw6gXjzaA1EoDW-Lk9jyjZy1Qhw92cGMBM5cAsDcl01SVDLr0hG75osnfP8NwbVqtc4zfI3cWIPKlsdfGop7zJgyeYLj4HbFU0JPWFCnSfQ/s1600-h/IMG_3214.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsO3P0N7tFEPFdK6Eu68gCZ4fBVjJjw6gXjzaA1EoDW-Lk9jyjZy1Qhw92cGMBM5cAsDcl01SVDLr0hG75osnfP8NwbVqtc4zfI3cWIPKlsdfGop7zJgyeYLj4HbFU0JPWFCnSfQ/s320/IMG_3214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110519721457463922" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Queen Has Arrived </span></span>(13.5" X 17")<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Xl3bJOKy7oEUueIVUEPbOMBnRHQK_F7zCi4pY1L0-cKHs54UpZX3jeOR8xX5ok9rseAysFTBt5mYUYdSiDCZSelwTsRyyb9PQt1d2bP8zefYOHeArRyzIv8TgSWUgbQPr6perw/s1600-h/IMG_3215.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Xl3bJOKy7oEUueIVUEPbOMBnRHQK_F7zCi4pY1L0-cKHs54UpZX3jeOR8xX5ok9rseAysFTBt5mYUYdSiDCZSelwTsRyyb9PQt1d2bP8zefYOHeArRyzIv8TgSWUgbQPr6perw/s320/IMG_3215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110519730047398530" border="0" /></a>Detailed View of the robot twins...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQxXAbQ8_lm4lbGPPTSJSVOMuYac0cYBGKTPnUUD9wcHB0xzHKPT_qsjLJEJd2lx7OmUvyyVQpaGFJusr-LPYf0UrVVw2sosuIcYiFvx8zo4rr7WNFPuKlVf4vsfts55Y9FkqMtw/s1600-h/IMG_3220.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQxXAbQ8_lm4lbGPPTSJSVOMuYac0cYBGKTPnUUD9wcHB0xzHKPT_qsjLJEJd2lx7OmUvyyVQpaGFJusr-LPYf0UrVVw2sosuIcYiFvx8zo4rr7WNFPuKlVf4vsfts55Y9FkqMtw/s320/IMG_3220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110519111572107762" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Kotik </span></span>(11.5"X13")<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ViWDsm1lB42aTnVa08SV2GQ8bxd9DVQNmvggffz-6UWwR8oCd9TM24EVcQJH84gbhnESqHfBjPDUFQwcyDhtRrv-Fa-cNoqaUN3uyQK_2uNb3t_4UJdqJQqyvCEMebREbS-X1g/s1600-h/IMG_3216.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ViWDsm1lB42aTnVa08SV2GQ8bxd9DVQNmvggffz-6UWwR8oCd9TM24EVcQJH84gbhnESqHfBjPDUFQwcyDhtRrv-Fa-cNoqaUN3uyQK_2uNb3t_4UJdqJQqyvCEMebREbS-X1g/s320/IMG_3216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110519115867075074" border="0" /></a>close up of right hand corner...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCoM1NXXXtciQzTQfnZVaYp1IK2ByOYdMrr1JdnQbn3m-vMsRs_khfKmH5sBIeJsAoSuE0HRu9ezTefPw-di7bxul7gMsZM24BDCjRHSoq1BW2qrQQ-kFYbwnYbVbYVgUGmeDgIQ/s1600-h/IMG_3217.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCoM1NXXXtciQzTQfnZVaYp1IK2ByOYdMrr1JdnQbn3m-vMsRs_khfKmH5sBIeJsAoSuE0HRu9ezTefPw-di7bxul7gMsZM24BDCjRHSoq1BW2qrQQ-kFYbwnYbVbYVgUGmeDgIQ/s320/IMG_3217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110519133046944274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Accordion of Society: The Ecstasy and Agony of Finding Yourself in Another<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(24"X24")</span></span><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5_VmSUY_rcvWkPCEFCYf7H3dE1mSPRQGxBGHnskYkh7aKpwxy_7a8TBLNYHXLlc8TB_6OV634n08ilhT0SvVHVVb9IXSuX6ieXzQg9wdHs6BIt4MjUHpUxF_4tVEjTQNCM52qug/s1600-h/IMG_3218.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5_VmSUY_rcvWkPCEFCYf7H3dE1mSPRQGxBGHnskYkh7aKpwxy_7a8TBLNYHXLlc8TB_6OV634n08ilhT0SvVHVVb9IXSuX6ieXzQg9wdHs6BIt4MjUHpUxF_4tVEjTQNCM52qug/s320/IMG_3218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110519137341911586" border="0" /></a>close up...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm20kiruEKIB-Wrhn5Yl5uw1aMgxcPeYUNFU1c1fhqul5DOS2s3fp5-T29NhlX3uECnP_IrBOO1y7Jqq946sDiWykTKgKfNkJo-ck_Vl2KcLdfEYLUJShsZ8rLkJqb_IOdtR_q8A/s1600-h/IMG_3219.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm20kiruEKIB-Wrhn5Yl5uw1aMgxcPeYUNFU1c1fhqul5DOS2s3fp5-T29NhlX3uECnP_IrBOO1y7Jqq946sDiWykTKgKfNkJo-ck_Vl2KcLdfEYLUJShsZ8rLkJqb_IOdtR_q8A/s320/IMG_3219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110519141636878898" border="0" /></a>HPryorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09348550603984175445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35934224.post-1166811317539141312006-12-22T09:40:00.000-08:002006-12-22T10:15:17.580-08:00Things go in their own directions.Merry Christmas everyone! Thanks to all of you who have been my customers and to those of you who read and look at my blogspot. I had big plans this holiday to do some quirky paintings of Santa Clause and elves but as you can see, those plans became memories of "something I was gonna do, once." For some reason, art for me has its own brain and loves to laugh at me when I "think" I know what I will make. So here's a little of what I've been doing. I'll have whole lot more after Christmas so don't go anywhere!<br /><br /><em>Le Karousel</em> (16"X14" wood assemblage, acrylic, pencil, epoxy topcoat)<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1161/2922/1600/493277/IMG_1838.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1161/2922/320/196187/IMG_1838.jpg" border="0" /></a> The text in <em>Le Karousel</em> reads: " I was ever so clearly convinced that in the tide of the moment, I had chosen a joyous but rather strange day to take a <em>trip</em> on the merry-go-round. Though not for the faint of heart, I highly recommend it". (I'm sure you can figure this one out.)<br /><br /><br /><em>A Munchkin in the Hot Seat </em>(15"X13" acrylic, pencil, on wood)<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1161/2922/1600/155304/IMG_1839.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1161/2922/320/25509/IMG_1839.jpg" border="0" /></a> Like most children, me and my twin sister grew up with a <em>Wizard of Oz</em> obsession. At the age of 3, we would go around singing, "we're off to see the lizard, the wonderful lizard of Oz!" We actually thought that the movie was called the <em>Lizard of Oz.</em> So this piece is sort of based on that misconception and the text reads: "You haven't been representing the lollipop guild very well and the Lizard of Oz is Pissed!"HPryorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09348550603984175445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35934224.post-1163697767072729142006-11-16T08:57:00.000-08:002006-11-16T09:22:47.110-08:00Rollerblades Have Not Killed the Quad StarI'm so excited to learn that one of my favorite childhood pastimes has not been gobbled up by the new sport of ankle-breaking rollerblading! Yes!, quad roller skating is alive and well on planet earth and there is a whole subculture of rollerskaters who bring a funky feel to it by mixing it with dancing and flashiness that we never got to see in the 80's. I just went to a roller rink last Sunday for the first time in 20 years. It was a breath of not so fresh air just like it used to be with its smell of socks, leather, stale pretzels, and sweaty carpet. Pure bliss, Ya'll. Pure bliss. As I rolled along it all started coming back to me and I never even had a spill. I can't wait to go back. I'm gonna learn to rollerskate again and I'm gonna bring it to the front where it belongs. Eat your heart out, Rollerblades!<br /><br /><br /><br />Public Skate (side view of 12"x12" acrylic, pencil, on wood assemblage platform)<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/IMG_1755.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/IMG_1755.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Public Skate (front view)<br /><br /><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/IMG_1754_2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/IMG_1754_2.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p> </p><p>Public Skate (top view)<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/IMG_1756.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/IMG_1756.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p>HPryorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09348550603984175445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35934224.post-1163096661745168812006-11-09T10:21:00.000-08:002006-11-09T10:58:07.010-08:00My Aunt DorothyAnother character that will forever show up in my art is my late Aunt Dorothy. Her recent death inspired me to tell her story in a series of paintings that will take many years to finish. At an early age, she was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia and she lived with my family on and off throughout my childhood and early teens. Looking back now, I believe she also suffered from Asberger's Syndrome which could have been in conjuction with her illness. She stayed on medication all her life to help treat syptoms and this is more than likely why I remember her as a happy and spunky eccentric who liked to sing and dance. Although her situation was a dark mystery and caused a bit of confusion in my young mind, she still remains a positive figure in my life who brought alot of joy and entertainment. <br /><br /><br />Aunt Dorothy #1 (24"x13" acrylic and pencil on wood assemblage with polyurethane)<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/IMG_1686.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/IMG_1686.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This is the first of the series and illustrates my Aunt Dorothy the way I remember her the most. For years one of her favorite pastimes was to put a blanket over her head like a wedding viel and walk around the house while humming the Wedding March with much vigor and grandiosity. (Our friends really got a kick out of this). She would also tell us reverently about her own made up concept called a "wedding bag". We're still not very clear on what this was but she was sure to inform us that is was "no joke" and it was "very important". The text in the piece reads, "Thank you Aunt Dorothy, now you have your wedding bag."<br /><br /><br />Aunt Dorothy #2 (13"x12" acrylic and pencil on wood assemblage with polyurethane)<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/IMG_1687.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/IMG_1687.1.jpg" border="0" /></a>This one tells the classic Aunt Dorothy Christmas story. Me, my sister, and our cousins were eating dinner in the living room with Aunt Dorothy when a risque mood striked her and she started feeling....sexy? Right there in her sweat suit and knit cap with a pom-pom, she broke out into a provacative dance which included her thrusting her pelvis in the air. She was singing what sounded like a soulful and old school stripping song and for accents she would pull her shirt up and flash us her braless boobs. The more us kids howled with laughter, the more she ignored the adults politley asking her to refrain. It was a blasted hoot!HPryorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09348550603984175445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35934224.post-1162830340783688172006-11-06T07:51:00.000-08:002006-11-06T08:25:40.836-08:00Let's Get Whacked!Ding - Ding (15"x17" wood assemblage with epoxy topcoat)<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/IMG_1696.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/IMG_1696.jpg" border="0" /></a> As in, ding-ding! I think we have a winner! You know how a parrot in striped pajamas shows up for the party? This is about those "tarded" mental experiences. We'll just leave it at that.<br /><br /><br />Fragmented Memory of a Dream About a Tank Running Into A Science Fiction Theatre (22"x22" wooden assemblage , acrylic, pencil, and polyurethane)<br /><br /><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/IMG_1674.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/IMG_1674.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>All the text in this piece is my own rambling about something I just found out that puzzled me alot. To read it all go to <a href="http://busytarp.blogspot.com/2006/07/tomcat-emerges.html">Pixie's post</a>.</p><p> (a close up of the previous piece)<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/IMG_1676.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/IMG_1676.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p> </p><p> Predators of Destruction (14"x13" wood assemblage)<br /></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/IMG_1672.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/IMG_1672.jpg" border="0" /></a>This is one of my very favorites! I named it "Predators of Destruction" just to be ridiculous. </p><p> </p><p>Bagpipes and Snails (37"x24" wooden assemblage with polyurethane)<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/IMG_1669.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/IMG_1669.jpg" border="0" /></a> It reads, "A beautiful musical chaos that sounds like snails in the air." That's what I think of when I hear bagpipes and bugle corps. As a former marching band nerd, I'm mesmerized to see these groups march in parades.</p>HPryorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09348550603984175445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35934224.post-1162749086411381172006-11-05T09:27:00.000-08:002006-11-05T15:45:30.196-08:00More to SeeDuplication (29"x29" wooden assemblage with acrylic, pencil, and epoxy topcoat<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/IMG_1663.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/IMG_1663.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />For me this was about duplicating the same pattern over and over to show how there are still differences even when I'm trying to copy myself. In this piece I think the differences make itfun to study and the duplication make it flow.<br /><br />Perpetual Motion (15"x8" wooden assemblage with epoxy topcoat)<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/buscard.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/buscard.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is about something I often ponder concerning the personality and its constant changes. Here I'm looking at the personality as a fluctuating and fragile state that is effected by seen and unseen forces.HPryorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09348550603984175445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35934224.post-1162660896168795982006-11-04T08:37:00.000-08:002006-11-04T09:21:36.200-08:00Ready to Swallow a Circus?I've been very busy in efforts to churn out some very colorful and fun art of all sizes and prices. Lately, I've been on a carnivalesque kick full of clowns and stripes. I'm finding that some people find intrigue in the creepiness of clowns and I'm doing my best to exploit that. I'll probally push my clown tangent for quite a while so stay tuned. <br />Also, I'm more than happy to answer any questions about my art. Selling and exposure is my main purpose for even having this blog. This is basically my website that I have control of on a daily basis without having to pay for it. This keeps my overhead down which, in turn, (drumroll...) Keeps prices down! I've always considered myself a budget friendly artist interested in sharing the warmth opposed to squeezing out the most money I possibly can. Thanks for your interest and believe me, there's so much more to come!<br /><br /><br />Variations on a Theme (23"X 21.5"wooden assemblage) . Be sure to get a close up of this one.<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/IMG_1656.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/IMG_1656.jpg" border="0" /></a> You've Been Kidnapped by Clowns (8"X9 platform wooden assemblage)<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/IMG_1659.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/IMG_1659.jpg" border="0" /></a> My Very Own Twin Clowns Just Gave Birth to Me (7.5"x7" platform assemblage)<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/IMG_1660.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/IMG_1660.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here's a display of the group on my wall. And yes, they can be sold separatley.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/IMG_1665.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/IMG_1665.jpg" border="0" /></a> and here's a side view of the platform assemblages. They're painted on all four sides.<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/IMG_1662.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/IMG_1662.jpg" border="0" /></a>HPryorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09348550603984175445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35934224.post-1162272379474898292006-10-30T21:18:00.000-08:002006-10-30T21:46:26.326-08:00Waiting for Amusement<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/IMG_1628.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/IMG_1628.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This one gave me fits. But the outcome was worth it. I've always wondered how a muse maintains the stamina to inspire. That's what this is about. The text reads " who will muse the muse when the show must go on?". It's about the searching, scrambling, and chaos that goes on behind the curtains while the crowd is merely "waiting for amusement". This is pure candy.HPryorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09348550603984175445noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35934224.post-1161822991597209492006-10-25T17:26:00.000-07:002006-10-25T18:08:14.616-07:00Transition of Pocketcadabra<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/IMG_1224.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/IMG_1224.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is the very tedious cutting, sanding, and arranging of my thinly sliced people on a 5X31/2 sheet of plywood. This is the "fun" part awaiting me after I've spent long days painting and drawing them. Halfway through this process, all my mind kept saying was " God, this is wearing me out." But I kept on.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/IMG_1225.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/IMG_1225.jpg" border="0" /></a> Now, the pieces are arranged and I get to experience the "magic" of wood glue. It took a solid hour to glue each piece down.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/IMG_1250.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/IMG_1250.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here's the finished piece on my living room wall. This is only after an epoxy (liquid plastic, basically) coat is painstakenly applied and left to cure for 24 hours.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/IMG_1296.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/IMG_1296.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Now that's what I'm talkin about! It made its way from my living room to a prime spot at the <a href="http://www.tmichaelfineart.com/home10.html">Timothy Michael Gallery </a>for an all Atlanta emerging female artists show.HPryorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09348550603984175445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35934224.post-1161105256728246282006-10-17T10:05:00.000-07:002006-10-17T10:14:16.743-07:00My Living Room Gallery"THE DAY THE LITTLE TWINS WERE GIVEN TO THE CLOWNS"<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/IMG_1506.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/IMG_1506.0.jpg" border="0" /></a> "PERMISSION TO BE HIDEOUS"<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/IMG_1514.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/IMG_1514.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />"GRAPPLING"<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/IMG_1522.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/IMG_1522.jpg" border="0" /></a> "THE MARCHING BAND AND WEDDING PLAN ACCORDIAN SHIP"<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/IMG_1501.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/IMG_1501.0.jpg" border="0" /></a>HPryorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09348550603984175445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35934224.post-1161103360887791722006-10-17T09:23:00.000-07:002006-10-17T09:42:42.586-07:00Candler Park Fall FestThis weekend I participated in <a href="http://www.candlerparkfallfest.org/">The Candler Park Fall Festival</a>. Here is some of what I showed:<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/IMG_1294.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/IMG_1294.jpg" border="0" /></a> "JUST VISITING"<br />This chunk of eye candy went home with two adorable gay dads and their two daughters.<br /><br /></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/IMG_1090.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/IMG_1090.jpg" border="0" /></a> "FUN IN THE FENCE"<br />This little assemblage is still looking for a funky home.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/IMG_1584.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/IMG_1584.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is one side of my set up.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/IMG_1075.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/IMG_1075.jpg" border="0" /></a> "UNCLES IN ALCATRAZ"<br />Doesn't everybody have an uncle who's served a little time? <br /></p>HPryorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09348550603984175445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35934224.post-1160711422297524652006-10-12T20:47:00.000-07:002006-10-12T20:50:22.306-07:00This is me with my people<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/IMG_1300.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/IMG_1300.jpg" border="0" /></a>HPryorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09348550603984175445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35934224.post-1160697298845673312006-10-12T16:51:00.000-07:002006-10-17T09:23:51.933-07:00Welcome<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/1600/IMG_1213.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/2922/320/IMG_1213.jpg" border="0" /></a>HPryorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09348550603984175445noreply@blogger.com0