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!
1 comment:
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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