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Odds & Ends

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Toys

Toys

Toads and I

An apple a day keeps the doctor away, a toad a day just hops away.

I am trying to be funny but I 'm talking about squashed toads I find on the road every day when we, Clemens and I, walk our lovely dog Angelo through the park and back. I also have collected a huge bunch of toys fallen out of prams or out of little kids hands. Oh well, c'est la Vie.

I literally peel the little squashed creatures off the road. A flat road toad.

Why ?
Difficult to explain or as everything in life, not so terribly difficult but but.....when I see one on the road the toad is then Off the road, so to speak.
Home I find a tiny canvas and glue the toad on after I have given it a clean and a gleam with shiny spray of paint or varnish.

Why ?
No idea what-so-ever accept I know they are as dead as Marilyn Monroe and nearly as beautiful.

Red Flat Toad on canvasTwo Flat ToadsSingle Flat Toad on canvas

Machine Gunned Smur

Machine Gunned Smur

Two items found around our park while walking our dogs.

Man, nose, feet and Cat, collage

Man, nose, feet and Cat, collage

Feet Nr.2

Feet Nr.2

Feet Nr.1

Feet Nr.1

Noses

Faces and Hands, marker pens, collage on paperWe are born and born as human bodies. Human beings. Tiny little creatures and totally helpless. If we are not fed, bad luck!' what a shame. And we are all born with a very fragile set of arms, legs, noses and believe me: Toes, 'tenen' in Dutch.

 

Some time ago I told you how accidentally Michael Angelo,our bigger dog, bit my left big toe and I spent time in hospital. A few days ago we were walking the babies and I slipped on some thin mud and fell flat on my face, and the rest of my front part. I protected my nose, a little sore but not broken BUT my toe on my right foot got a beating. Now it throbs and every so often a sense a burning needle is stuck in that poor pink and blue 'final extension' of my corpus ! Rub it with Arnica tincture and let the dogs have a go too.

Never the less, it is strange and embarrassing in a way to tell you, I have as far as I know, never felt hardship or real pain. And no bodily disfigurements accept one little thing: my little finger on my left hand.

 

I was playing as a 5 or 6 year old one afternoon in Jakarta,Indonesia, with empty bottles. My parents were having their siesta. Anyway I was walking with the bottles and tripped and all but chopped my finger off. I went screaming with blood dripping down my body saying I had been bitten by a snake ! What a lying thing I was. The baboes, young Indonesian servant women were also shrieking. But that was all.

They stitched it back on, bar the tendon, and 'till this day it is small and unmoveable. But it did stick out and that looked strange, like a lady drinking a glass of Champagne.

 

I knew and know how to take the little one back with the other larger ring finger so not to be ridiculed.

Shadow work: Paul's nose and Clemens' hand Shadow work: Nose Shadow PortraitPaul and Shadow,by Clemens

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

nose shadow

nose shadow

Clemens' hand and Paul's nose

Clemens' hand and Paul's nose
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