Friday, October 13, 2006
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
The work of Ludovic Boulard Le Fur

Ludovic Boulard Le Fur has been drawing a lot of yeti since 2003. And of every kind: "colorful yetis, good ones, bad ones, shamanic ones...".
I am happy for the chance to share Ludovic Boulard Le Fur's artwork. Besides supplying the images you see below, he has also alerted me to the existence of the quikin and the duralingai, the Bigfoots of the Australian Aborigines, which he explains are very powerful and can travel between the planets! He has found nothing of them on the internet. If anyone has any information about the quikin and the duralingai, please email me. In the meantime, enjoy the work of Ludovic Boulard Le Fur.

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Art
Antithyetical
Painted yeti


I love the middle one. It's only $45 and it benefits wildlife non-profits.
Yeti comic

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Horns
CHILL OUT, YETI
Yeti, yeti, yeti... I love you, but you've got to relax, my brother. No need to be so excitable and highstrung. You're all rage-y, like some kind of monster, and you are not your Best Self. The arctic climates are supposed to chill your nerves. Isn't that what Doc Carter said? I can hear him now with his booming Doc Carter voice:
"Go, yeti. Live in the arctic climates. The frigid air there will cool your excitable temperament, and your anger shall melt, and ye shall have seven wives." Listen to Doc Carter for once, yeti. Shave regularly and listen to those zen tapes. Stop battling the naked twins.
Look yourself in the mirror. Like what you see? No? That's because you're a mess.
Think about companionship. Isn't nice to have a friend who shares your interests? I'm talking about somebody that you don't maul and drag back to your cave.
What about helping people? You could serve them drinks on an airline. See the world. All while wearing an apron and a smile. I know how much you like aprons... and smiles.

Look at all these little things of you.
This awkwardness you feel, it's hereditary. Don't worry about it.

Get out from under the table, breathe in the crisp howling frozen winds, and things will be all right. Later, yeti.
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