Showing posts with label photoshop. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photoshop. Show all posts
Sunday, February 26, 2017
Sunday, May 22, 2016
Saturday, May 14, 2016
Monday, May 30, 2011
Unidentified Snake
I was not happy killing this snake, but it was large and the dogs have no sense about these things, so I did the dirty deed. It was, after all, quite large and most important, headed straight for the house.The head is not in this picture.
The color and markings are so muddy and indistinct I am having a hard time identifying it. Help?
It was about 4½ feet long. 1½ inches diameter in the middle. Its head was not that triangular shape we have been told to notice.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Mitt Graham
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Shell Game

It was clear this one had to be done, as Mitch McConnell does resemble a turtle.

What the heck, here's the second take on it, too.
If you buy these I will remove them from here. Rachel!
Sqirlz morph
Labels:
Art,
art; satire,
Mitch McConnell,
photoshop,
Sqirlz morph morphing,
turtle
Monday, February 21, 2011
Russell Platt and the Cabin

It's been a long time. I dug this up and cleaned it up in Photoshop for a friend, who now owns the old site. It's a very large pic; I am not sure the site manager will let us view the whole thing in high resolution. Old Russell left not much of a trail on the internet, having died before its main onset. Here's a story in which he is mentioned.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
One Odd Bird

So I'm sitting in my living room with the door open to the world. And believe me, I've had to hustle and pull a few strings. I searched long and hard for my little secluded apartment backed up against the woods and the creek. God knows the crap I've taken from my totally inept landlord.
But I like nature. This I tell myself. I think of my little secret woodsy neighborhood right smack-dab in the middle of Charlotte with smug glee.
Yet now the mockingbird right outside sets out to entertain me with his song. We are looking right into each others' eyes. He's singing to me. At least, that's what I anthropomorphise its intentions to mean. But slowly the horror grows as I realize the mockingbird's song consists of imitations of car alarms, cell phone ring tones, the walkie-talkie beeps the construction people use, and the curious sounds of brakes and tires squealing and motors growling or purring from a distance. I realize this is now what he knows.
Today it's just this one odd bird. But more birds will soon fly into my yard, and repeat the sounds of the city to me; the sounds I have tried so hard to arrange not to hear.
"Listen!" this one says: "This is my song for you!"
Written by me, Jumper. First appeared in QZ magazine, June 2005, in slightly different form, under the byline of Paavo.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
The Horror

Perhaps here we quote Dusty Springfield:
"Something in your eyes I see
Is all I ever wanted
And something in your smile for me
Is calling out my name
Your eyes, it seems
Are mirrors of my dreams
In ways I can't explain.
And my heart will never be the same."
Or maybe we should just listen to Iggy Pop.
Sqirlz morph
Labels:
Art,
Jared Loughner,
photoshop,
Sarah Palin,
Satire,
Sqirlz morph morphing
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Effect of Effects
Decided Maori masks and face tattoos are good for Photoshop filters. Little Shiva comments that such effects are getting old, or words to that effect. I tend to agree. Still, I like this result.We would have killed for such technology a few years ago. Now it's old hat.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Girawolf Redux
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Today's Art Project
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
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