It was on an unremarkable Sunday afternoon in August that Mr. Leo Flinchfin, not for the first time in his life, came to be bored. / H…
It was on an unremarkable Sunday afternoon in August that Mr. Leo Flinchfin, not for the first time in his life, came to be bored. / Housebound and alone, it was only ever on the final day of the week that the septuagenarian felt this way; when all the meaning in his life departed and his soul filled with emptiness. / On such days he would prowl the garden, armed with cutters and thumbs that were not green, stalking weeds and slashing at dandelions or ferns that grew tall or fat. He would read newspapers and novels, road maps and short stories, only to pass into sleep and wake, at 5 o’clock, feeling groggy and insignificant. He would switch on the radio and listen to people not knowing why their snow peas wouldn’t grow. He would build bookshelves and buy cabinets, erect birdbaths and mend the handles of unused doors. / All this, though, meant little to Mr. Flinchfin. He didn’t mind if the undergrowth ambushed the garden path; he cared not a jot that most of his books sat in an untroubled heap on the floor of his bedroom; it did not perturb him if the birds could find no water to quench their thirsts here. He was simply, in a word, bored. / Mrs. Flinchfin, on the other hand, breathed for weekends. Her Friday nights, invariably involving neighbourhood house parties and attendant cocktails, heralded two days and nights of easy living that also included, variously, bingo, bowls, Gin Rummy and Tupperware. On this particular Sunday afternoon, Mrs. Flinchfin was attending a local secondary school’s dance matinee. / Mr. Flinchfin, in the meantime, had found himself, through no conscious resolve, surveying the kitchen and its gathering of utensils straight and curly, long and short, wide and narrow. But all, it occurred to him, old: the knives and forks had been acquired on a whim shortly before the Queen’s Silver Jubilee of 1977; the spoons were even older, a wedding gift, unboxed in the fiery wake of Sputnik; countless more had gathered over the years like meteorites to a celestial new-born. Mr. Flinchfin, surprised at himself, suddenly detested all of these glistening little histories. They told him he was old – very old. / So Mr. Flinchfin, in a bitter but muted rage, assembled the ancient silvery limbs and chestnut kindling of his kitchen in a large black bag. He then sealed it shut with a length of twine, chiming screams sounding from within as things clawed at the bags’ insides, some so successful as to pierce it. But Mr. Flinchfin only heard a clamouring of the things he now loathed, not screams, and did not pause to consider the growing tide of lacerations that now threatened to free his prisoners from their dim custody. / He went out, through the laundry, and bulldozed the bag into the rubbish, where finally the protestations stopped and a few bold items spilled out amongst sweet wrappers and fruit gone furry. / Mr. Flinchfin, smiling for the first time all day, went inside to make tea (he had spared a newly purchased teapot) in a kitchen now free from the things that had dared remind him of his ever-mounting years. But as he reached for the pot, something caught his eye. It was a cheese knife that had known Stiltons three decades since consumed, now lying upon the floor by the bin. / ‘How dare you!?’ Mr. Flinchfin roared and then burned red with embarrassment; had he just, in all seriousness and indignation, reprimanded an item of cutlery? Perhaps, but the fact remained that is was there, and somehow Mr. Flinchfin felt as though it had ignored him; as if it could hear him but had elected not to. ‘How dare you?’ he repeated, ‘I’ve taken all your friends away and yet you’re still here. Frankly, I don’t like your attitude. I am in control here. You will do as you’re told.’ / Now crouching before the offending knife, Mr. Flinchfin felt his hands gathering into fists. ‘You will obey,’ he hissed. / And, so suddenly that Mr. Flinchfin toppled to the floor with a loud exclamation, the knife took to the air of its own volition and proceeded to hover menacingly about his hairless head. Then, having precisely positioned itself, the knife nose-dived, missing a tumbling Mr. Flinchfin by little more than an inch and embedding in the vinyl floor. It then, having freed itself, returned to the air, a hysterical Mr. Flinchfin seemingly unable to curb its rage. ‘Stop this!’ he bawled, ‘for the love of God, stop this!’ The knife positioned itself for a second strike. / ‘No, no! Show mercy! Show mercy!’ Mr Flinchfins’ increasingly despairing appeals went. The knife then launched itself at the old man a second time, once more missing and planting itself in the floor. So deeply embedded on this occasion was the knife however that it could not, try as it might, extract itself. / Mr. Flinchfin sprung at the knife, legs akimbo, and wrenched it from the vinyl floor so determinedly that he fell into a heap and bruised a shoulder. The old man trembled as his hands brought the knife close to his face. ‘You menace…you beast… you… thing!’ / And with these words and others, Mr. Flinchfin set about the destruction of the knife. He beat it with a chair, hurled it at walls and into the floor, stamped upon it and burnt it, bent it and broke it, twisted and contorted it and, finally, breathless and triumphant, severed it in two and dropped these pieces into the rubbish where it sank into paper and plastic and was, by human eyes at least, seen no more. / This funeral, if it could be said to be such a thing, was not entirely without remorse for, unbeknownst to Mr. Flinchfin, a small but solemn party of mourners had gathered at the edge of the kitchen: one half cup measure, two dessert spoons, a grater, a butter knife and, most impressive of all, the kitchen drawer itself within which the now-dismembered cheese knife had once resided. All these articles were wet from droplets that emerged from their tips and fell to dampen the kitchen vinyl. / As if he had heard these wholly silent mourners, Mr. Flinchfin turned about. He jumped at the sight of the grim assembly and as he landed emitted a grotesque shriek, throwing his hands to his chest. / ‘You…’ he gasped, breathing heavily, ‘you’ll be the death of me…’ / At this, the kitchen drawer rattled forwards and in its wake followed the rest of the cutlery. Mr. Flinchfin fixed them with a troubled glare. ‘How did you get in here?’ he spat. ‘What do you want?’ The drawer lurched forwards again and again the other items chimed in heady pursuit. The grater, in particular, appeared restless and began to waddle determinedly ahead, swaying like a blank, drunken robot. It stopped scarcely two feet from Mr. Flinchfins’ bare ankles and arched backwards with great deliberation. ‘I’m sorry,’ said Mr. Flinchfin, panic having entered a voice more accustomed to bile and froth. ‘I am sorry…’ / The wooden spoon began to thrash itself against the butter knife which, in turn, proceeded to drag its serrated lips across the rim of the drawer in short, violent strokes. The two dessert spoons clashed their mighty heads. Mr. Flinchfin was crying. / ‘Please… you must believe how sorry I am. You can all come back. I’ll get you all out of the bin.’ There was a pause, full of the clumsy ragtime clatters of death. Mr. Flinchfin made a short step forward but the grater lunged, and cut his toes. Before he even had time to give voice to the pain in his foot, the grater had frisked upwards and smashed at Mr. Flinchfins’ face. Roaring with pain, the old man fell backwards awkwardly and, in mid-fall, executed a desperate swipe at the grater with his left hand. He connected, screeched indignantly and collapsed to the floor, red all over, as the grater crashed against the wall and clattered noisily into the sink. / The clamour of the cutleries, now incensed, rose to a near-deafening cacophony, the grater drawing itself up to its’ full height upon the rim of the sink impressively, its crimson-wet blades glistening. The amassed kitchen objects thrashed and flailed harder and louder, reaching fever pitch. Mr. Flinchfin shut his weeping eyes, his bloody hands outstretched and open, and – / Crash! / Everything stopped. / Everything turned. / Everything saw the 1966 13-inch Oriental Cleaver. At half-past five that evening, Mrs. Flinchfin returned home with a smile upon her face, the music of the matinee still ringing in her ears. She discarded her complementary peach-coloured shoes and shawl and scuttled into the kitchen, pleasantly surprised at the sounds and smells of dinner being prepared, so it would seem, by her unusually magnanimous husband. / ‘Oh, splendid!’ she chirped, upon seeing an enormous pot above a medium heat on the stovetop. Alongside that, sat upon the bench, was a steamer full of vegetables as well as bowls of white sauce and freshly grated cheese. Not only was dinner underway, however, but the kitchen itself appeared immaculate, every square inch of bench top and cupboard door sparkling clean. Every utensil was in its right place, just as they had been for more years than she could remember. / Mrs. Flinchfin swooped over the gleaming stovetop and within the pot there she perceived several large portions of meat. ‘Marvellous!’ she gushed, slowly gliding her tongue ’round her craggy lips. ‘Beef bourguignon!’ / She then leant over the stove, plucked a wooden spoon off the wall, and gave it a little stir.
I took a ‘couple’ of photos today. Thought I’d share my faves with you all! Why don’t you pop over and let me know what you think!! I’ll …
I took a ‘couple’ of photos today. Thought I’d share my faves with you all! Why don’t you pop over and let me know what you think!! I’ll put the kettle on so you can have a cuppa while you browse (... your imagination will be required to actually drink your brew).
things are going well in the ‘lev tolstoi experience’. the soups are authentic and the conversation revolves mainly about the good old…
things are going well in the ‘lev tolstoi experience’. the soups are authentic and the conversation revolves mainly about the good old days when a guy called stalin sorted everyone out, and miracles still happened at the local tuberculosis hospital. but there was a disturbing development in the kitchen over the weekend. basically, its a chicken. a sick chicken. its being incubated in the kitchen. natural place to isolate it from its dozen brethren, (sistren?) and warm it back to health. its put me right off sex. been there for two days. shits in its food, on the table. beaks the biscuits. have to push past it to get to the fridge. considering the whole ‘bird flu paranoia’ thing, you’d think i’m joking. i’m not. and if i said they culled a bunch of super-fluous (ha fucking ha. thankyou) chickens 20 km from here last year, after they were infected with the h5n1 strain by migrating fowl, you’d say ‘you’re joking’. i’m not. (zhirinovski, leader of the right-wing LDPR, made a memorable speech in parliament about how every russian man should do his duty, be drafted into the army, sent to the western borders, issued with a kalishnikov and shoot migrating birds as they crossed the border to protect the motherland. zhirinovski regularly comes third in presidential polls.) if i said i’ve spent a week losing kilograms to a particulalry vicious and doubtlessly, slavic strain of gastric flu you’d say ‘you’re joking’. i’m not. i understand that to open the door or the window is to invite escape, but not to means the temperature in here is pushing thirty and there’s been no fresh air for days. i’m not a biologist, or even a microbiologist, but i remember how those funny little trays of jelly they gave us at school not only tasted foul, but loved to sprout all kinds of wierd green shit when you kept them a bit warmer than normal. so our kitchen has, potentially, every ingredient needed to create a new strain of human culling super-flu. is this where it startws? is this where it ends? i am typing now and the fucking thing is next to my feet. but baba tanya is just doing nothing unusual- she’s just doing what any babushka would do with a chilly clucker- and that begs the question, ‘how the fuck is this widely anticiapted mutant strain of bird flu not going to develop if chicken-friendly acts of this level of intimacy are going on all the time, possibly everywhere, and possibly at a more intimate level’. isn’t it getting a bit of a chance that it doesn’t really need?
The Red Porsche / / / it feels good / to be driven about in a red / porsche / by a woman better – / read than I / am. / it f…
The Red Porsche / / / it feels good / to be driven about in a red / porsche / by a woman better – / read than I / am. / it feels good / to be driven about in a red / porsche / by a woman who can explain / things about / classical / music to / me. / / it feels good / to be driven about in a red / porsche / by a woman who buys / things for my refrigerator / and my / kitchen: / cherries, plums, lettuce, celery, / green onions, brown onions, / eggs, muffins, long / chilis, brown sugar, / Italian seasoning, oregano white / wine vinegar, pompeian olive oil / and red / radishes. / / I like being driven about / in a red porsche / while I smoke cigarettes in / gentle languor. / / I am lucky. I’ve always been / lucky: / even when I was starving to death / the bands were playing for / me. / but the red porsche is very nice / and she is / too, and / I’ve learned to feel good when / I feel good. / / it’s better to be driven around in a / red porsche / than to own / one. the luck of the fool is / inviolate. / / Charles Bukowski
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Kitchen Stilettos has been featured in the “Domestic Art grou…
Kitchen Stilettos has been featured in the Domestic Art group A special thank you to my secret RB model (who shall remain faceless), and another talented somebody, who was also not there at the shoot, not taking pictures. Enough of the undercover talk…now get off the computer and go out and make some art!
Yes, you too can eat this delicious Marmalade, but be warned…it’s not for the faint-hearted. Only for REAL marmalade lovers!!! It’s …
Yes, you too can eat this delicious Marmalade, but be warned…it’s not for the faint-hearted. Only for REAL marmalade lovers!!! It’s a true Seville Orange Marmalade, made with nothing but Seville Oranges and sugar, lovingly made in the Tania Rose kitchen, with lots of daydreaming and brainstorming thrown in for good measure over the pan as it bubbled. So, how much is a jar of gorgeous golden love worth? Well, how about you bubblemail me an offer. You choose the price, but you must be prepared to enjoy every last morsel, so only true Marma-lovers please. / ....mmmmmmmmmmm
Over this past summer I have been infatuated with a run down farmhouse. It’s condition left much to the imagination. The old farmhouse i…
Over this past summer I have been infatuated with a run down farmhouse. It’s condition left much to the imagination. The old farmhouse is about a 2 hour drive from my house and whenever the opportunity arose to photograph it… I came running. I had the opportunity to photograph it 3 times this summer. / / Every time I see the old house my imagination gets going. I took all these images before I knew of its history. / / Well I finally got some confirmation on its history. / / So here it is: / / Originally I thought the history of this house belonged to another house fairly close to this one…. but I was wrong. This old farmhouse used to house a family of 4. The husband had been away for some time (working) and when he had returned home he found his wife in bed with another. His wife ended up taking the children and leaving him. It wasn’t long after this that the husband when downstairs and shot & killed himself. The house had since been boarded up and left to the elements. It is in a very small community so no one wanted to live in the house after the tragic events. / / It is a very tragic story and it just got me thinking that so often we come across these finds and to us they are just great images that stir our imaginations but to some they are tragic memories. I wonder how many more of our shots hold a story. I will not return to this old homestead… somehow it just wouldn’t feel right, now that I know its sad story. / / Here are the images I took of the Farmhouse… / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / /
who voted for my image – A Grater Purpose – in the Bubblers Weekly Challenge. !http://images-2.redbubble.net/img/art/size:ularge/view:...
who voted for my image – A Grater Purpose – in the Bubblers Weekly Challenge. I woke up this morning to find I’d won first place! Also, thank you to Seasonal Scapes for featuring Woke up To Snow This Morning I appreciate the support of all my friends here at the Bubble! L.
“Holy oxidation, Batman!” The Shed (aka “Copper Keyhole”) _and…
“Holy oxidation, Batman!” The Shed (aka “Copper Keyhole”) and Miner’s Kitchen are featured this week on / Old & Rusty
so today our home page is all about the fact of reaching outside the box, even if all you have is 5 dollars to your name. and shooting. / ...
so today our home page is all about the fact of reaching outside the box, even if all you have is 5 dollars to your name. and shooting. / these broke days e the days e thinks i have lost it. / from my props to the outfits, i am one shy of a screw too loose. / there are days when, i just cannot afford to create a theme.and those are the days i look in the kitchen , the garage, to the light bulb above my head. do you ever have push comes to shove days? i need to make a correction on this entry: / i am not complaining of these days just reveling in them,a bit, as when you have to, and have no choice (as for me i do not like to be bland for the sake of having to shoot, i would much rather get out of my box and try something different and new rather than shoot something dull)...then what do you do. and does it work.. in america we have this reality show, my daughter used to watch with me, and before one of the hosts leaves the cutting room he says “make it work”
(I’m just so proud of our group…. I had to post it here too…. Our group ♥Show Me A Sign♥-...
(I’m just so proud of our group…. I had to post it here too…. Our group ♥Show Me A Sign♥ takes the time to raise awareness on homelessness while also bring to light organizations and the volunteers and people who are truly making a difference FareStart and Kitchens with a Mission are my two core organizations that I knew about from here in Seattle, having volunteered since 1999…. We had a new artist join us this month Do1Thing that I am honored to have added to our recognized organizations that are making a difference!) So without further adieu: ♥First I’d like to recognize Do1Thing who came to us from an excellent project of the same title Do 1 Thing – this link leads you to their website- as our Featured Artist this month Do 1 Thing has been receiving respectable coverage in the media like People Magazine and WAMC Northeast Public Radio says, “There are so many problems today, it’s hard to know where to start. Even the Obama Administration is taking the kitchen sink approach – throw it all in there and see how far we can get. But the president has also called on Americans to get involved…a renewed call to roll up our sleeves and help clean this up. A group of award winning photojournalists are doing just that – picking one issue – the growing number of homeless teenagers – and doing what they can.” Do 1 Thing is the vision in action of Show Me a Sign. Please take a moment to learn more about what they do, and be inspired. ♥So our first featured work this month by Do1Thing is the stunningly beautiful image of Ronald Foster spent most of his life living in dozens of foster homes. At 18, he aged out of care. At 19, he’s homeless. ♥The most recent piece that really grabbed us was still a prisoner by oddoutlet taken at one of the prisons/museums in Phnom Phen, proves to be a dramatic showing of the awesome awareness that many photographers develop… suggesting what may very well be the ‘all too close to reality for this man’: that he was forever imprisoned behind these walls. Uploaded for our latest challenge, oddoutlet wants to recognize Amnesty International ♥ Our next feature comes from Jamie Lamb with an image titled Let’s Talk showing “in a sea of people someone made the time to stop and check on this poor soul. It amazed me to see how many people would actually step over this gentleman as they walked to and from.” ♥For Sale from Mark Tull brings home the sad reality of present day London for many. ♥Our next feature comes to us from Mary Ann Reilly brings us a haunting vision of The New Depression in present day New Jersey ♥Soledad is a striking image taken by Alessandro Pinto depicting “One of the many old people coping the hard reality of poverty and solitude in latin america after leaving small villages and hoping for a better life in bigger city” taken in Peru ♥In Colour comes to us from ShutupJaye with a stunning composition of a man down and out in NY ♥Speaking of down and out DebraLee Wiseberg brings us a heart-wrenching image called Down and Out certainly begging us to count our blessings! ♥Karsten Stier brings us a very creative piece done in Oil on Stretched Canvas titled Fallen Angel “a street story about some young girl who went down the wrong path in her life. The girl and her shadow are reversed. Thus the reflection in the mirror is what she has become. A shadow of her former self. . . .” ♥Our next feature by Linaji reminds us how painful thinking can be a choice… revealing with us that “When I came to understand that my own choice of thoughts made me feel either good or bad I began to be conscious of my thinking and started to take full responsibility for my thoughts.” ♥ Leroy Skalstad whose entire RB body of work is on the homeless draws us into a the life of a Young homeless couple on a “chilly and blustery late October day. Don and Kathy, Both just 19 and homeless, Wait with others from the street for a mealvan to arrive. Sandwiches and soup will offer a short yet welcome respite.” ♥ The artist who showed us much love last month Judith Oppenheimer brings it on again with her emotive piece Summertime done in the cool shades of blue –a brilliantly stark contrast to the sunshiney days so many take for granted ♥Another stirring image by Judith Oppenheimer is Moving Boxes brings us one step closer to real life in her neighborhood ♥Out of Beijing, Maka1967 brings us Stranger in Paradise depicting the sad ever so present sneerish glare that is often lent to those less fortunate ♥and last but not least, Steven Potashnyk was featured for two of his images from his series on street life… we hope to see more of your powerful, evocative work!! / And / I am so inspired by all of you who have joined and shared your heART with us at ♥ Show Me A Sign♥, where little by little, our art is making a difference… Keep up the powerful, emotive work!! and…If you haven’t done so already, go over and check out the entries for choose your purpose and cast your vote, only two days left! as always, / blessings and inspirations / ♥t
And also placed in the challenge “Dribble Down my Chin“ !http://images-0.redbubble.net/img/art/framecolor:black/framestyle:flat30/ma…
And also placed in the challenge “Dribble Down my Chin“ / Pizza Thank you so much
I ahve just opened my email to spam, spam and spam…but amongst the processed parcels two juicy bits of gossip. I have just learned t…
I ahve just opened my email to spam, spam and spam…but amongst the processed parcels two juicy bits of gossip. I have just learned that an original artwork has SOLD! One of my earlier works, and a photograph of it that I have just stumbled upon. / The work was created on a 35×50cm canvas and was produced following a reproduction from masterpiece of Sheila Wolk’s Metamorphosis. A continuation of a theme. Many many thanks to collectors of my work. I hope that they enjoy my art as much as ı enjoyed painting it! The second to die for Email was from Zazzle – to announce that I have sold ….... Here on Redbubble: /
I am very happy to announce that there is a new group for images of other rooms in our house than the Toilet and Bathroom. I have linked…
I am very happy to announce that there is a new group for images of other rooms in our house than the Toilet and Bathroom. I have linked both of the groups by adding the link to the other group on the overview page of both groups. / In this new group Called. Living spaces, you can add all other images taken in your house . From the kitchen, bedroom, hallway, study, living room, and even your collectibles or houseplants. You name it. / What makes your house your home. / So I hope you are happy with this. Please add all the images you want . There is no limit. As long as we keep it clean. So hopefully I will see you there. Take care everybody, from Esther Here is the link to Living spaces
*_Flash…........A long awaited Feature / I painted this about 5 years ago…...... / my first atttempt of a large painting…........the …
Flash…........A long awaited Feature / I painted this about 5 years ago…...... / my first atttempt of a large painting…........the description says it all…....... / The Collector’s Corner /
Body of mine that holds all my thoughts from my head to my toes. Have I thanked you for carrying me all these years? / No, I think I have …
Body of mine that holds all my thoughts from my head to my toes. Have I thanked you for carrying me all these years? / No, I think I have been remiss in this. / I have bullied you when you did not feel so well to keep the wheels turning. / Only when you threatened to go on strike and set up a picket line that you laid down across did I take notice. / My legs have kept me to the road that I have chosen to traverse, a steady pace and when I needed the speed there was no protest as adrenaline and heart raced. / Now my back is not as straight some days when I curl too much for my liking when I should be standing tall with my convictions. When I should have bent more to allow the passage of outdated ways that ache in my shoulders ….was that your reminder? / Back, you really have been rather marvelous ( said best in a stiff upper lip Brit accent), not to just pack it in all together with the load of emotions I drag around on some of my particularly ‘All about ME’ days. / / The eyes you are next on my thank you agenda. My eyes that will look deeply into the eyes of others for that joy of life bouncing off their iris. My eyes are green with a blue rim…I kinda like the idea this means something really wonderful. If you know mega shit loads about iridology… please don’t BM with any info…I’d like that thought to stay just as it is. / Loyal are my eyes and even as time has dimmed them a tad, I am assured the view has magnified to detect the smallest nuances that as a child I simply would of passed by. / / I eat all manner of diets, some the guru’s would extol a menu for God herself or himself. Let’s not cross too many crosswords figuring out which one is right. I reckon I’m still looking reasonably ok even though I am likely not a poster gal for meat and three veg with fruit to follow. / / So my pen writes this as I stand in my kitchen with washing drying, dishes drying, the noise of a son sleeping nearby, heart beating, my life viewing and hope replying in the connection I see in the simpleness of my kitchen life trading. Open usually late, just don’t’ expect too much if you arrive unannounced. These were my thoughts tonight as I wrote with a real pen on real paper in my kitchen listening to the rain.
Well FINALLY! ...now that we have been granted the ability to make our 2010 Calendars…I am joining in with the rest of you who are comp…
Well FINALLY! ...now that we have been granted the ability to make our 2010 Calendars…I am joining in with the rest of you who are compiling your wonderful work and presenting “SUCH A DEAL” kind of product…meaning, I am convinced that these calendars are the best thing going from RB…for all of us who want each others’s work…here you get a baker’s dozen and with the standard of the RB reproduction process, the Cover’s and Each Month are suitable for framing, but to start you get an awesome Calendar for the coming year! So here is the first of several Calendars for 2010 that you will be bombarded with in the coming weeks!! ...LOL…just kidding… / I am quite anxious as this also means I will have a start on my own personal Holiday list, as each Calendar I design will be a gift for someone. / Attending the family Wedding this past month, only reaffirmed just how HUGE our family has become…with 4 boys and 4 girls…you do the math! (:0) ! At this time I will also take a giant leap and let everyone know that if you have any special requests for collections of my Fine Art and or Photography or a mixture of both, don’t hesitate in contacting me! / I will also start making these same calendars on my Zazzle Site…. / Need I remind you the the “Holidays” are going to start jumpin’ over the back fence again in short order!!! As always, thanks so much for viewing…any and all comments welcome! / Susan December…”Saturday Morning” / June …”Forever” / January …”Sunday” /
In Dimensions two of my most popular paintings. !http://images-3.redbubble.net/img/art/border:blackwithdetail/product:laminated-pr…
In Dimensions two of my most popular paintings. / Grateful / Ripe Cherries In the Sisterhood Forums one of the food series. / Nectarine Crostata Thank you so much
Woo Hoo and many thanks to the buyer of Red Hot Chilli Peppers. / You have made my evening! Thankyou. !http://images-0.redbubble.net/im…
Woo Hoo and many thanks to the buyer of Red Hot Chilli Peppers. / You have made my evening! Thankyou.
Thankyou to the hosts wh…
Thankyou to the hosts who take their precious time to managing their Groups and giving the spot-light to our works! To see additional information on each featured piece click on the image: the main page will open :-) “Fantastic Plastic: I am all Knives, Forks and Spoons” was featured in I ♥ Patterns Unconventional artistry: photograph of plastic cutlery against a black cloth. / Inspired by a fellow Bubbler … / / T-shirts, Unique Gifts, Posters, Art and more! / At my ZAZZLE store Female Contemporary Art you can instantly create and customise my art to your own personal style. / / / / / My zazzle gallery has a premium range of gifts that are suitable for people of all ages and tastes: an eclectic collection of unusually imaginative, hip and sometimes beautiful designs. Enjoy browsing though this store and please feel free to comment: there is always room for improvement. / / / Some products from my Zazzle store Female Contemporary Art More Zazzle choices from Female Contemporary Art Wear my Art. Try out these items at Female Contemporary Art My Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. All images are copyright © taiche. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying or redistribution of any of these images without written permission from the artist is strictly prohibited / See more of taiche at Female Contemporary Art / / Baby Custom T-Shirts :dress that baby up with a special design on a custom t-shirt, long sleeve or onesize / Kids Custom T-Shirts .from organic t-shirts to long sleeve shirts, boys, girls, and toddlers can fill their fashion needs with a one-of-a-kind custom t-shirts for kids. Check out the latest organic t-shirts, sweatshirts, and girls shirts. And plenty of styles for toddlers too! Aprons / Bags / Buttons / Cards / Hats / Keds Shoes / Keychains / Magnets / Mousepads / Mugs / Postage / Postcards / Stickers / T-Shirt / Ties* Don’t forget my Calendar Section / Below is an example Calendar but I am more than willing to customise calendars to meet your own individual taste and style at no extra cost! OCTOBER 2009 Features / / /
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*The Ladies Home Journal September 1949 edition. / New and exciting kitchen accessories and meals to serve for the latest “Cannibal” craz…
The Ladies Home Journal September 1949 edition. / New and exciting kitchen accessories and meals to serve for the latest “Cannibal” craze. With the onset of the cold war and the threat of mass nuclear annihilation the everyday housewife has turned her thoughts and attention to the possible scenarios that may present themselves if such an event occurs, / Feeding the family is always the most important thing these modern day marvels are contemplating and the latest appliances to do these tasty treats isn’t far behind in personal priority. / With the threat of a nuclear winter blocking out the sun and poisoning the ground, cannibalism has taken a strong hold as firm favourite thus creating this wacky but popular new fad. / A dual freezer and cook top for basement use which can be fired using offal and calcium deposits (bones for you slow learners) If you feel lonely you can keep yourself some company with the glass doors. Lending a hand in the kitchen takes on a whole new meaning with these new designer serving dishes. Anyone for chinese? / Next week: / Bleeding apparatus and boning implements
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Many many thanks to the customer who has just purchaed a mousemat on Zazzle. / Thankyou for your visit to my store! Selection of açi biber (chilli peppers) arranged by colour. The idea came to me after calling one of my flower photographs a ‘colour wheel’ ....strange the way inspiration takes you! In Turkey these frey little gems are dried to make ‘pul biber’ which is sprinked on food/soup, nibbled as a dried pepper with bbq type meals, ground to a paste for addition to casseroles or pickled as a side dish. Whatever way you eat them they are seriously addictive and not for the faint hearted. / Chili pepper (chilli pepper, chilli, chili, chile) is the fruit of the plants from the genus Capsicum, members of the nightshade family, Solanaceae. Botany considers the plant a berry bush. Though chilis may be thought of as a vegetable, their culinary use is generally as a spice. It is the fruit that is usually harvested. Chili peppers and their cultivars originate in the Americas; they are now grown around the world because they are widely used as spices or vegetables in cuisine, and as medicine. Recipe for salsa at the bottom of this pafe – keep scrolling! T-shirts, Unique Gifts, Posters, Art and more! / At my ZAZZLE store Female Contemporary Art you can instantly create and customise my art to your own personal style. / / / / / My zazzle gallery has a premium range of gifts that are suitable for people of all ages and tastes: an eclectic collection of unusually imaginative, hip and sometimes beautiful designs. Enjoy browsing though this store and please feel free to comment: there is always room for improvement. / / / Some products from my Zazzle store Female Contemporary Art More Zazzle choices from Female Contemporary Art Wear my Art. Try out these items at Female Contemporary Art My Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. All images are copyright © taiche. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying or redistribution of any of these images without written permission from the artist is strictly prohibited / See more of taiche at Female Contemporary Art / / Baby Custom T-Shirts :dress that baby up with a special design on a custom t-shirt, long sleeve or onesize / Kids Custom T-Shirts .from organic t-shirts to long sleeve shirts, boys, girls, and toddlers can fill their fashion needs with a one-of-a-kind custom t-shirts for kids. Check out the latest organic t-shirts, sweatshirts, and girls shirts. And plenty of styles for toddlers too! Aprons / Bags / Buttons / Cards / Hats / Keds Shoes / Keychains / Magnets / Mousepads / Mugs / Postage / Postcards / Stickers / T-Shirt / Ties* Don’t forget my Calendar Section / Below is an example Calendar but I am more than willing to customise calendars to meet your own individual taste and style at no extra cost! Chili Salsa 2 14 oz cans whole tomatoes, with juice / 2-4 jchilli peppers (depending on how hot you like it) / 2-3 Tbs. cilantro/coriander leaves (fresh) / 4 green onions, chopped / 2 cloves garlic Boil peppersin water until they turn color and soften (about 7-10 / minutes.) / Slice off stems, cut in pieces and place in blender or food processor. Add cilantro leaves, onions and garlic to blender and “chop” until fine. Add 2 cans whole tomatoes (with juice) to blender and blend for 5-10 seconds (more or less, depending on how chunky or smooth you want the salsa.) Salsa will keep at least a week if refrigerated. Top on tacos, chips, crackers, bread, or whatever you like.
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