dancing bird

‘Green Meanie

the onslaught of age and all the lovely side-effects associated with this wonderful period in life: lost or misplaced memories, debilitating hallucinations/delirium tremens that happen without even drinking… have given me the impressions that there are very little differences between birds and fish and can’t help but see this mutation when i observe either one.

just as the original Surrealists would just sit there, rely on automatism and wait for their subconscious to ejaculate and do the work for their intellectually over-stressed creamy consciousnesses, i often sit at the vise and things just happen.
birds happen. bird shapes that appeal to fish happen. bird shapes that move like fish in the water happen.
somewhere the cross-over happened and to be honest, i couldn’t be happier. it even makes me want to dance like a bird.

my mojo tube

insomnia has at least two benefits.
first, i’m doing something instead of just laying there stupidly inactive.
second, it leads to funny unfocused thoughts which in turn lead to funny unfocussed flies and here’s one of them.
a 22 centimeters tube fly with slinky bunny fluff carefully tied while having thoughts of slinky sex with the goal of filling it (the fly) with irresistible super-exciting slinky ‘do me’ hormones !
pike are just getting over their spawning period so i’m guessing the hormonal discharge thing is still fresh in their mind/glands.
i’ll soon find out if this theory correct, the ice is seriously melting and there’s a few open spots on the local lake already. cool !
some might say the color scheme is inverted, that the fly should be dark on top and light on the bottom. they’re wrong.