work in progress...Monday Art Day - Opposites

here's a little sketch of a salt and pepper shaker...opposites in the culinary world! I am hoping to color and submit this tonight :)

Monday Art Day - Hair

I am running a little behind from the holiday weekend...but I managed to squeeze in a post for Monday Art Day - it's actually last week's theme, but here is "HAIR"

I've never actually had this happen...but I would definitely lose my appetite if I found a hair in my soup at a restaurant...

I'm hoping to color this in Photoshop tonight :)

monday art day- my hometown

I grew up in good old NJ...the Jerz, Joisey, dirty Jerz, yes, yes, the list goes on...so when I saw the topic of this week's Monday Art Day was "my hometown" of course the first thing I thought of was The Boss and his song...My Hometown...

Here's to Jersey...I miss my yellow and black license plates, not getting out of the car to pump gas in the dead of winter and more shopping malls and diners then you can ever go to....

This was my old license plate...before I traded it in for my Maryland plates...ahh how I miss them...

Bruce Springsteen, My Hometown

I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand
Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man
I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town
He'd tousle my hair and say son take a good look around this is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown

In '65 tension was running high at my high school
There was a lot of fights between the black and white
There was nothing you could do
Two cars at a light on a Saturday night in the back seat there was a gun
Words were passed in a shotgun blast
Troubled times had come to my hometown
My hometown
My hometown
My hometown

Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores
Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more
They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks
Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back to your hometown
Your hometown
Your hometown
Your hometown

Last night me and Kate we laid in bed
talking about getting out
Packing up our bags maybe heading south
I'm thirty-five we got a boy of our own now
Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said son take a good look around
This is your hometown