Marvel at my psychic powers!
More Drawlloween in a minute, but first, I need to share this thing. This is the very first Manic Pixie Otter post, originally published in January of 2013, which proves … Continue reading
So, I lied, but only a little bit.
Clearly I did not manage a post last night — work ran even later than expected — but I did scan things! Hooray! So, for those unfamiliar with Passover traditions, … Continue reading
Everytime I think I’m out of art jokes, they pull me back in!
Which, speaking of repetitive things that are repetitive, have I tried to sell you a calendar yet today? I swear I’ll stop soon — at least, once the new year … Continue reading
No big story here. I just like picturing an otter sock hop.
Of course she has an owl skirt. Of. Course. And yes, I realize she’s not wearing socks. She’s a rebel with uncovered paws. In other news, I simply can’t decide, … Continue reading
And he has wings of blue.
As am I — in fact, as of either tomorrow or Friday, I’m dyeing wool. Yaaaaaaaaay. . . sad trombone. The thing about dyeing is, usually if I fuck up, … Continue reading
Manic Pixie Otter Wants All the Things: the unveiling.
Because occasionally I title a post as exactly what it is. I know it’s late in the day, but here’s a project you probably forgot existed, completed! (You can’t see … Continue reading
By the way, I lurve P’s blue period. Also quite fond of the rose.
I don’t so much get Cubism; I mean, I get it, I understand what he was doing and why and it makes sense, it just doesn’t move me on an … Continue reading
This is someone’s fault. You know who you are.
He really shouldn’t have let Manic Pixie Otter dye his feathers last night. You know, you’re in a hollow tree, hanging out with assorted woodland friends, someone says, “This’ll be … Continue reading
Matryowlshka?
I just linked Tim Minchin’s ‘Not Perfect” a few days ago, so I will try not to be the super-redundant queen of redundancy and also repetitiveness, but it’s worth noting … Continue reading
Eep.
So yesterday started off slow — I was going to go to my parents’ house, do laundry, visit Skippy the Cat and (if she’d let me) Meg the Grumpy … Continue reading
