Style It Masterpiece Project 2014 - Toy Story - Dr. Who

I belong to a great Google+ photo group Style It Masterpiece Project 2014.  It is moderated by Lane Langmade. We are in the midst of a wonderful challenge - Toy Story.  This is my take on a toy (Kermit the Frog) as a Toy Clone in a famous photo... so this is my take on Tom Baker as Dr. Who with Kermit as his clone.

Enjoy!!!!!

First published in 2003 by Hadrosaur Productions

There is a chill in the air and time to gather pumpkins and get ready for the season of fall and the holiday of Halloween. One of the things that I enjoyed about illustrating for David Lee Summers was the wonderful chance to mix my love of art with my love of dinosaurs - hadrosaurs to be specific.

Time to create your costumes. Go through your clothes, old suits that you may find at thrift stores and those last few garage sales and put together something that is unique and different. Halloween is that time when a little bit of makeup can change anyone from a human to an angel, a tramp, a gypsy, an alien, a vampire, a queen, king, knight, or bag of treats.  Imagination is your only limitation.

Check out this page and see if there is one that you like:  

http://www.parenting.com/gallery/no-sew-halloween-costumes-for-kids?page=0

Remember to ask for help from an adult if you need to use a hot glue gun or anything else that requires assistance. I am going to show my grandson the tornado and see if he likes it.  :-)

Wednesday - My Art - Fantasy, Sci-fi, and Horror - Eye of the Beholder

Eye of the Beholder
By Marcia Borell

I walk through the alien world recorder in hand. I am amazed at what I see. I have always loved plants and see them as living entities with their own energy and vibration. These plants are ancient with an eye that looks at me, studies me, and appears to be sentient.

I put out my hand to touch the closest one but it recoils folding its feathery petals inward protecting its eye. Inside my head I begin to hear a hum as once again it opens. Eye to eye I begin to understand its world. Its name is Lithyl. I am standing on a symbiotic world. All entities on this planet are alive including the rocks, water, and air.

I see visions of this world, the rise and fall of water, the splitting of rocks and growth of mountains, and the beginning of life.

Suddenly, I feel dizzy, my body begins to quiver, and my legs feel leaden. The peaceful hum has now become an erratic painful screech.

"Leave, leave, take nothing!" Lithyl's words echo in my head as she begins to twitch and push me away.

Eyes blinking I begin to move my frozen feet. The further away I get from the field the more control I have over my body. Vines are beginning to weave their way around my ship. Our time is limited.

One by one I locate and rouse my crew until I have all but one. Opal is missing. The day is ending and we have just minutes to dump all of our samples and prepare to send out one final scout ship to look for her. She has not answered our call.

I can feel a tug on my uniform as my co-pilot raises his hand and points into the rising fog. It is Opal, a very altered Opal. Vines circle her body blending into her skin. Her eyes are no longer warm and dancing but enlarged without any whites. Her hair twists and flows away from her head more like flower petals than hair. She opens her arms in welcome.

"Stay and join this world," she whispers. "I am living in peace."

There is a shuffling of feet and some agitation in my crew. I study them looking for any physical changes. Some seem repelled by her appearance two others seem to fall under her spell. I have no guide, no rules to govern this event. Does this fall under contagion, insubordination, or the beginning of a new existence for us all? I remember how I felt as I fell under or into the spell of this planet.

"Opal, we must leave and send our report. Will you be alright here? Do you have any messages for anyone at home?"

Opal shook her head and turned away. I could feel Tomas run past me. He followed Opal into the woods.

"Load up, initiate decontamination when we clear the atmosphere." I commanded.

I thought, Eve and Adam. . .Yes, I'll classify this planet as restricted.

Wednesday My Art - Fantasy, Sci-fi, and Horror - Cosmic Queen

Cosmic Queen

BY Marcia A. Borell

Alone awash in fiery drapes she wades,

Through meteoric seas of living dream.

Celestial comets twine her flaming braids,

As Pisces soars above the stellar stream.

Along the bank she seeks with silver spade,

The clay to dig and mold enchanted orbs.

With mud a sphere upon her hand is made,

To dry awaiting brightly colored robes.

She plucks appealing globes of cosmic dust,

To spin a wooly skein of pastel cloud.

Her needles stitch bright hues on earthy crust,

The rivers run so blue it makes her proud.

Around and around she turns the infant world,

To pick and carve the oceans, lakes, and sea.

Then pinches folds for mountains knit and purled,

Her breath upon the planet sets it free.

Poem and illustration first published in A Calendar in Poetry and Art 2005, published by Sam's Dot Publishing.

My Sunday Funnies - Cartoon Movie Trailers?

First Published in FMAM:  Futures Mysterious Anthology Magazine, Summer 2004