I didn't realize yeti was in need of saving, but according to the impassioned plea emblazoned on this t-shirt, there is endangering going on.
Now for the time of imagery...
Yeti, my instructions: "Put your hands in the air like you just don't care."
Song heard on the grammophone: "You've got those yeti feet, because your shoes refuse to ever grow hairy."
Some of the finest artistic hands have put their fingers into intricately reproducing the Man-Beast into a kind of poetry of lineation.
It is a morning ritual for the children of the village to don fur suits and march as one in a kind of approximation of a bunch of yeti going on a parade, especially if said yeti are child-sized and have otherwise ordinary human heads.
Abominable Snowman coming through!
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
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I'm a huge fan of your yeti gathering project here.
Some time ago you posted a link to a random unfinished yeti drawing of mine with a hula girl and an ukelele.
I thought I'd contribute these two more complete works:
http://www.madmodpoetgod.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2007/01/s5_web.jpg
http://www.madmodpoetgod.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2007/01/yeti5bcrop2_web.jpg
I feel tacky promoting myself like this.
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