Thursday, April 29, 2010

Brush can't breathe!

When I became a juvenile delinquent, and started wrecking cars, and drinking, the ol' man started to call me "Bob". When I asked him why he said, "That's short for Boy Oh Boy" And emphasized eye-rolling exasperation. Bob is so generic, I've been trying to earn back the Brush appellation ever since.

Deconstructing Overalls II

The Hidden Noise Atelier is next to a front end, muffler & radiator shop. The owner sees I have lots of cardboard I've used to pack pieces to haul to shows, and brings over lots more. The missus refuses to patch overalls now that I'm supposed to be prosperous wants to get rid of frayed bunch. What's a po' boy obsessive/compulsive to do?

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Catalpa Shade Wallet Photo

This was when the ol' man called me Brush. Everyone on the paternal side of the family knew me by that name. Once I asked him why, and he said, " 'Cause you're just brush. We'll see if you make a tree."