Creative Flash Fires with Air Fryers, Hair Dryers & Sky Divers

A glimpse into "tongue-in-cheek" blowouts; often mis-categorized as a 'whimsical' world of Rooms 4 Elephants.

If you like Pina coladas and getting caught in the rain o r if you like humorous, edgy abstract, expressionistic art, thoughtful nostalgic, time standing still photography, original conspiratorial essays or blurbs and whatever else might pop up to accompany an undetected or unmentioned elephant in a room that you may find yourself in, you may be in the right place. If not, there are hundreds of other places where you can be and perhaps you wish to move to another room because there's an abundance of them...

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Creative Journey, Work & Personal Styles of Expression

From brushstrokes to scripts, every project tells a story shaped by spirit, passion, and experience. Creating visuals and tales requires at least one dedicated muse or a room full of pachyderms; constant and continual motivation, inspiration and perspiration..and fresh air. Lots and lots of fresh air.

Personal style evolves naturally and alters over time. Many artists become famous on their early works and when they evolve, the public does not evolve with them. It is a choice as to whether one wishes to compromise themselves, or remain loyal to the creative force by continuing with their own unique and personal creative journey.

If I should chance see this at Kirklands I will sue. This is a translation into Chinese. 我最好别在任何柯克兰商店看到这种东西。I know there are many dialects; whatever. Good enough. My work is copyrighted. Copyrights are good for fifty (50) years after my death. Oh I know; laugh it up. . Right now I am feeling fairly frisky, but you never know. I'd better not see this anywhere. (More laughter.... I did this. Obama did not do this.

Close-up of a vibrant abstract painting with bold brush strokes.

Written Whimsy Might be an Understatement

What has always been governed by the Creative Force, a force older than time itself, if that is possible, as old as I Ching, and perhaps even older, is what often empowers me resulting in pages filled with spontaneous rhymes, stifled guffaws, occasional and unexpected teeth grinding moments consisting of sometimes censored or implied curses and awkward but enjoyable run on sentences that in spite of the content will hold your interest even though your eyes may be tired and feel like they're bleeding, capturing a unique or not yet articulated in print before the spirit of rooms 4 elephants was birthed.

Creative Genius is an awesome thing although early definitions of genius were aligned with a negative force rather than what it is truly aligned with and that is a divine source.

A gathering and an assortment of projects where imagination may scamper off in a frenzy to be pulled back into line by reality, blending art and storytelling in unexpected ways yet waxes and wanes with a push/pull energy that exists in what might appear even in inanimate objects except we cannot see it with our naked eye. As a lunar baby, I am affected by nature and often the stages of the moon, which is not manmade by the way. We are all affected by our environment and nature is a big contributor if not the only contributor. I offer caution when the barometric pressure drops quickly. Our friends, in the shape of fish, can attest silently to that with their lives, if they are the ones that 'got away'.

As anyone can see, I was an artist at a very early age.

Brilliant, right? I looked for the card that was going to send my sister into outer space, but I couldn't find it. It was a poem.

This btw is not my father, but 'teacher' said bring a photo, and I knew there might be an issue. But, my mother was resourceful. This is an uncle. Hey! Close enough, right? And I am not poking my dog's eye with a stick. I am sharing what appears to be a creamsicle of sorts. Don't be jealous because everything was actually larger then. Larger and better tasting. Larger, better made and a fraction of the cost.

It was a time before artificial intelligence, too. You know? Where one could write something or type something and not have some clown-assed system put the wrong word in or a period. Haha..Isn't that amusing. You know? Typing along and wow!!! by god, there's a freaking period...a dot. Or instead of the word you put in not once, not twice, but say three or four times depending on your level of patience and then WOWZA again, AI puts in the wrong damn word. You look at the sentence a couple of times and it is correct, but then BLAM...you send it, or post it and in went the stupid word that is not even close to what it should be or was. What's not to like about technology like that? Progress. What is not to like about every sentence or every other sentence being messed up somehow. I make enough mistakes on my own. I don't really need any more help than what I already have.

Up close, on the left side of the Peace Rose, that's the yellow thing that looks like a flower, is another enthusiastic 'Happy Father's Day' in almost I n v I s I b l e yellow. I call that a really mystifying c r e a t I v e choice. I cannot vouch for the genius part. :-o Crayons. Right?? That was also way-way before kids were dumb enough to eat them for breakfast or stick them into their ears or noses. Evolution. Ya gotta love it.

On second thought, the neighbor kids were not all that bright, so you know, It is what it is.

Dahlink, this is i n s a n e. I always give insanity a two thumbs up. But I only have one and it is not actually a thumb. Deal with it. You're great!!

Dumbo, The Elephant