NaBloPoMo Day Thirteen - Whoring Out My Dad

Day Thirteen.

Is it wrong to blatantly use my father to help me come up with a post for every day? Surely not. If blogging had been around when I was growing up, I would have been the source of his daily posts...ad nauseum. Including photos of me with buck teeth. So, all's fair.

This is a little different side of Dad's stuff. And to be honest, I wouldn't be so ready to throw all this out there if you guys hadn't been so supportive.

And don't feel like you have to gush all over his stuff b/c he is my dad. Remember, I'm adopted. I can back away and say I don't share any of the genetics. So let's get critical here. The first one just reminds me of the letter "N." Too much Sesame Street as a child, I think. Speaking of, do any of you out there think numbers and letters are supposed to be a certain color? Or is that just my weirdness? For the record, the letter "A" is supposed to be RED.That one...looks...kinda...you know?That one is my favorite. Lots of energy.

Okay, get to criticizing, folks.

NaBloPoMo Day Six - More Art

Day Six.

Since you seemed to enjoy my father's painting a few days ago, I thought I would share a few more of his works with you. And I am trying to distract myself from the post-election coverage, because the over-analysis of the whole process is frightening me. However, I do have to applaud Americans for the huge turnout. You rock.

At any rate - here is the first of the series:A little different feel than his last work. Dad does this as a hobby, but he has about 100 letter-sized sheets of paper with this type of work on it. I'm just sharing the actual paintings that are done on flat canvass. He has LOTS of them:I call this one "Anenome" because the little floweredy things remind me of sea anenomes, opening and closing on the ocean floor:I have no idea what Dad calls these works. He just piddles around with them.

I wonder if there is a market for this type of art? Thoughts?