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Salvation Mountain

Salvation Mountain

Leonard Knight created a very brightly coloured mountain named Salvation Mountain. It’s a crazy kaleidoscope of colour and weirdness, He’s been working on the mountain in southern California for decades apparently.

He lives full-time on site in a small cabin, mounted on the rear of a 1930’s Vintage Chevy two tonne truck (as you do) – which is also covered in biblical sayings in his rainbow style of colour and has been constructing and painting his mountainous message of salvation for the past 20 years.

The mountain itself has been constructed from straw, old tires and thousands of gallons of paint. It was created by Leonard to convey the message that “God Loves Everyone”.  It was once deemed a  toxic, environmental hazard and was to be removed, but the furore has died down and is now one of the most visited tourist attractions in the Imperial County, California… and could soon be known as a national treasure!

Salvation Mountain, is in the United States, near Slab City, a few miles east of Niland, California.

All I can really say is… “Only in America”… and I might have to visit it one day.

With thanks to hoveringdog photo’s. and Caveman 92223’s info on this.
Salvation Mountain, originally uploaded by hoveringdog.

Surf Life Buds

Surf Life Buds

Inspired by my daughters escapades with Surf life Saving each Sunday. She enjoys it so much. And to think I had tried to get her interested in the whole Surf Life Saving thing for years before… it wasn’t till her “bffl’s” were into doing it, that she was suddenly keen!

Now she’s having the time of her life and improving every week with swimming and running skills.

Drawn in the visual diary and coloured in photoshop.

Surf Life Buds, originally uploaded by GasBombGirl.

lost in space scribbles

lost in space scribbles

lost in space scribblesOriginally uploaded by GasBombGirl 

I love this old tv series – I just love the whole kitsch feel to the show, wish i could capture it on paper in some way… i just scribbled as i watched today, it was a nice way to unwind.

I think it’s time to head back to some sort of painting, or drawing class. I need to get my sketching back on track, or something… Not feeling very happy about my processes.

Shadow’s on faces drive me loony.. it just seems to confuse me so much.. not sure where i go wrong, but i’m thinking just a class to get myself back on track, might be what I need.

Zircon Princess

Zircon Princess
Grandmaster Flash The Message Lyrics
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going underBroken glass everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don’t care
I can’t take the smell, I can’t take the noise no more
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with the baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I couldn’t get far
Cause a man with a tow-truck repossessed my car

Don’t push me cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying not to lose my head, ah huh-huh-huh
[2nd and 5th: ah huh-huh-huh]
[4th: say what?]
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under

Standing on the front stoop, hangin’ out the window
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow
Crazy lady livin’ in a bag
Eating out of garbage pails, used to be a fag-hag
Said she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango
The Zircon Princess seemed to lost her senses
Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got social security
She had to get a pimp, she couldn’t make it on her own

[2nd Chorus]

My brother’s doing bad on my mother’s TV
She says: “You watch it too much, it’s just not healthy!”
“All My Children” in the daytime, “Dallas” at night
Can’t even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors they ring my phone
And scare my wife when I’m not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
I can’t take the train to the job, there’s a strike at the station
Neon King Kong standin’ on my back
Can’t stop to turn around, broke my sacrophiliac
A mid-ranged migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I’m going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane

My son said: “Daddy I don’t wonna go to school
Cause the teacher’s a jerk!”, he must think I’m a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it’d be cheaper
If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
I’ll dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
Cause it’s all about money, ain’t a damn thing funny
You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey
They pushed that girl in front of the train
Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again
Stabbed that man right in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a brand new start
I can’t walk through the park, cause it’s crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run
I feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jar
Hear them say: “You want some more livin’ on a seesaw?”

[4th Chorus]

A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but he’s frowning too
Because only God knows what you’ll go through
You’ll grow in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you’re playin’, where you stay
Looks like one great big alley way
You’ll admire all the number book takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be just like them, huh,
Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, peddlers even panhandlers
You say: “I’m cool, I’m no fool!”
But then you wind up dropping out of high school
Now you’re unemployed, all non-void
Walking ’round like you’re Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, look what you’ve done did
Got sent up for a eight year bid
Now your manhood is took and you’re a may tag
Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
Being used and abused to serve like hell
Till one day you was found hung dead in a cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young

Don’t push me ’cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying not to lose my head
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from going under
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from going under

Come on!

Come on!
Bored at work, I decided to doodle/ draw something… well it was quiet and nearly 5pm. I love the photograph/portrait that inspired this. Very cute photo, please take a look from the link www.flickr.com/photos/fittheframe/3986830129/in/photostream/

Come on!

So I’ve really just been doodling lately.. and I have this huge canvas sitting in the studio just begging for me to attack. I wanted to make something fun and colourful for above our bed. At the moment there is a Bali illustration/drawing that was meant to be a tablecloth or something. And I’m really sick of the faded piece. But all I can seem to muster the strength up for though lately is drawing in the visual diary… probably what I should do is doodle up a design for this painting.. that might get me inspired….!  Hmmm yes, that’s it… I shall make that my next mission!