Herman's stencil art

Inspired by Grandma & Grandpa O'Keefe's gift of a shape stencil, Herman has been at it. The first is his fathers day card for me, a picture of himself playing with blocks. This is by far his most humanoid drawing to date. The second is his rendition of Mama standing next to a statue of the Hexagon King. The latter has his mouth open. These were done without outside suggestion or assistance.

The Ridges

Laura, Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday Barry

Thine thin equine quince

By Sarah Wolfe 

NINE EXIST,

PRATS MOXIE CHEMIST

WART WARTS

ROLE HIDE MOLE CURE

HEWED WEED DEFT

TONE TONED WEND

HELP FLED

QUININE DICE

THINE THIN EQUINE QUINCE

NOTE NOTES, SOFA

RARE.

FORE FOND FORM ROOF

TRAY GARE FUND

WHEN HARE NARE HEIR

NEST TWEEN TWEENS SENSE TENSE JEST

NAME NAMES

AMEN AMENS

DAME DAMES

SENSE MENSE SENS TOSSER ROOT

TORT TORTE

TORTS TORTES

ROSE MASH MESH

MITRE MITRES DART ROTE

BOAR BORER

SEAR SEARER

LEER FAME GUMP FARE

TAKE PEAKER

REMAKE REMAKER

MARE.

Fly

Sorry for the crappy photo yall. Click to magnify!

Fly

Baltimore Oriole by c

Jesus Put a Curse on Me

Jesus Put a Curse on Me
by Steve O'Keefe

Jesus put a curse on me
said I gotta love you
as much as I love me

     -- when -- 

as far as I can see
you ain't worth but half o'me!
Still, I gotta respect ya
'til the good Lord perfects ya

'cause Jesus put a curse on me
said I gotta love you
as much as I love me --
not just now,
but for eternity

     -- when --

as far as I can see
you ain't no good!
Still, I'm s'posed to treat ya
like Jesus would.

I'd give up Jesus if I could

but Jesus put a curse on me
yes he did
yes indeed!

If I Fell - by Kelly O'Keefe

Below, find Paw's installment for "Fly" week. Don't forget to post your response to the prompt!


If I fell - by Kelly O'Keefe

If I fell
from the roof,
from the tree,
from the sky.

Would I drop
like a stone?
Would I sail?
Would I fly?

Would I float
through the clouds
into space
up above?

Would I miss
work I do,
things I own,
those I love?

Would the story
of my leaving
be too tragic
to retell?

Would the glory
of ascension
be remembered
if I fell?

And would I at last escape the bonds
of earthly pain and sorrow?
Would I lose all sense of yesterday,
the present and tomorrow?

Or would darkness be my only view,
devoid of time or place?
Would my lifeless form be empty
as it floated out to space?

Would I rise up
into heaven?
Would I lower
into hell?

Or would I just
crumple broken
on the concrete
if I fell?

HBD, D

Happy Birthday Dear Dino!

I hope you ate cake and communed with the unbroken urban fabric, or whatever it is that makes you happy.

B

Watercolor of a shed at the park

Happy Mother's Day!

Happy Mother's Day!

Happy Mother's Day Mom!

<3 D

Isolation Tank - by Steve O'Keefe

Unk sent me this story about Sensory Deprivation with instructions to post it on the Rhino.

Read UNK's story by clicking this link.

Note: No pages are missing, though by the pagination, you might think otherwise!

Comics Exercise from Lynda Barry

Dear Cardbordivenous Rhinocerae,

This week I have accepted an assignment from Comicsperson Lynda Barry designed for speedy drawing with minimal thought and planning. I thought this might motivate time-strapped bros to contribute, following the same instructions. In brief: 45 second pencil sketches of 4 different objects/ ideas are done 4 different times, creating 16 panels of equal size on 1 page. Quick sketches are then inked and colored in. In detail: see scanned instructions below. It's like a poetic form.

My chosen 4 subjects (1st drawings in lefthand column) are (top to bottom) 1-Bathtime 2-Rain on my train 3-Cooking dinner 4-Crappy umbrella. 

Melville Book Club: Some Civil War Poems

The Portent

by Herman Melville

Hanging from the beam, 

      Slowly swaying (such the law), 

Gaunt the shadow on your green, 

      Shenandoah! 

The cut is on the crown 

      (Lo, John Brown), 

And the stabs shall heal no more. 

Hidden in the cap 

      Is the anguish none can draw; 

So your future veils its face, 

      Shenandoah! 

But the streaming beard is shown 

      (Weird John Brown), 

The meteor of the war.

Ida's Opera Illustrations

Ida has been obsessing on operas lately- namely, the Nutcracker and Mozart's Magic Flute. She has been answering exclusively to "Clara". She is also drawing as zealously and quirkily as ever. So, of her own initiative, she has begun to illustrate the operas. Some images are portraits, others full figure. She is very sure of what she is depicting, and I when I showed her them on the computer, she recognized all the subjects. Enjoy! 

Obvious Political Cartoon #3

Laying Plans

Below are sketches Mom, Dad and I made for an urban compound one night at the rural compound. I lost my drawings (though some of dad's reflect some of the ideas I was thinking about). I also redrew my concept (last drawing). 

Doodle Report

These doodles made it to the present from the past somehow. Now I'm shipping them to the future here on the ol' Rhinocerous. Enjoy!

Obvious Political Cartoon #2

Obvious Political Cartoon #1

This is first of a few drawings I made that try to evoke the obvious early political cartoons of the Thomas Nast era in which everything is labeled and people often wear banners and sashes the simply state what they are supposed to represent. I thought it was sort of amusing to make such a pointless drawing as this one.

Melville Book Club

Tom and I have a super cool Bros Book Club. I was a delinquent member for a while, but now I'm back on the horse. Laura is a respected honorary member. Everyone is invited to join.

Here are my drawings, from the short stories "The Fiddler" (Left) and "Jimmy Rose" (Right)

Happy Birthday Diana!

Happy Birthday Diana! I drew the central image on your birthday but, due to internet restrictions, I was unable to upload it until last night. Then, last night, I slacked off and uploaded it today instead. For that failure, there can be no excuse. Still, as an attempt to mitigate the damage, I surrounded the original image with dragons. 

Hope you had a terrific day!

Love,

Best Brother-in-Law,

Donald

Subconscious Transmission

This morning, Diana reported the following nocturnal conversation, conducted while I was in a dream state. I had no recollection of this, save a very hazy sense that I had been very uncomfortably required to turn some of my focused attention towards an interlocutor somewhere in the surface world.

B: They can't all be different. The islands. That would be crazy.
D: Why? Are all islands the same?
B: No
D: Is that a problem?
B: You can't ride the void.

Ohio Christmas Report