Old(er) work...

Here are some photos of older (but recent) work:

Dummy.detail.2012

Dummy.2012.

2011.

2011.

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey...

There is nothing more inane then a premier blog post.  So...

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey

Rye whiskey I cry

If I don't get rye whiskey,

I surely will die.

Jack o' diamonds, jack o' diamonds

I know you of old

You've robbed my poor pockets

of silver and gold.

I'll eat when I'm hungry

I'll drink when I'm dry

If the hard times don't kill me

I'll lay down and die.

I'll tune up my fiddle

and rosin my bow

I'll make myself welcome

wherever I go.

If the ocean was whiskey

and I was a duck

I'd dive to the bottom

and take one sweet suck.

But the ocean ain't whiskey

and I ain't a duck

So we'll round up the cattle

and then we'll get drunk.

My foot's in the stirrup,

My bridle's in hand

I'm leaving sweet Lillie,

The fairest in the land.

Her parents don't like me

They say I'm too poor

They say I'm unworthy

To enter her door.

I'll drink my own whiskey

I'll drink my own wine

Some ten thousand bottles

I've killed in my time.

Way up on Clinch mountain

I wander alone

I'm as drunk as the devil

Oh, let me alone.

You may boast of knowledge

And brag on your sense

Twill all be forgotten

A hundred years hence.

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey

You're no friend to me

You killed my poor daddy

God damn you try me.