Artist, writer, editor, instigator---old and broken. Thinks he's funny, but his kids assure him that he is not.
Longview, Washington, U.S.A.
https://makersplace.com/store/richardyates/
Yesterday, (Saturday, the 21st,) my family (Mariah "The Wife" and Frankie "The Older Daughter") took me to a mall and various other stores... For more than 10 hours... It went about as well as you'd think it would... I freaked out...just a little bit...
I can ALMOST breathe again! (Anxiety ain't no joke!!!)Here'z more of the ARTZ!xxxxxxxxxxxxx14 Dec. 2024xxxxxxxxxxxxx"Message from the Underworld" by Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)[Digital drawing created with a no longer supported, free app on my old-ass phone!] Just cuz you're gonna be judged in the after-world, that doesn't mean the Alligator doing the judging is a bad person! (It's just a JOB! Jeeze!)
With the crabs crawling up onto the beaches and trying to integrate into society... With the volcanos going on strike until they get medical... With the flickering monsters that hang from the ceiling all threatening to go dark all at once... That's when we have to gather our strength and take the HOUSE by the HORNS! Ride that junk into town and challenge the sheriff to a shoot-out! That's how you get the reputation that we ALL want... ALL. If you don't agree, you need to reflect on your life and see where things went wrong...
I'm crawling my way thru December... Hoping the world is still spinning in a few weeks... Sure, sure, we all ASSUME is will be, but when we "ASSUME," we make an "ASS" out of "U" and "ME." (My step-dad told me that when I was younger... I'm still not sure if I believe him!!!) Meanwhile, here's some CREATIVE WORKS:
5 Dec. 2024xxxxxxxxxxxxx"Mastication" by Richard F. Yates (HF)[Felt pen, paint pen, brush pen, and metallic marker on reclaimed cardboard with digital embellishments and minor color tweaking...] This monster-bird has got the choppers to chew thru nearly anything!
Happy merry blah blah blah... (We can get thru this!)xxxxxxxxxxxxx27 Nov. 2024xxxxxxxxxxxxxTomorrow is Thanksgiving horror... In the "OLD DAYS," before I was married, I would just sit and listen to SKINNY PUPPY all day on Thanksgiving. Usually in headphones. Now, they are a comfort band for me... (Although some people find them unnerving...) What to do when the humans arrive? (Mariah got me booze. That should help me make it through the day... HOORAY!!)
