Inktober, so far

 

so don’t go

original painting on aluminum panel

8 x 10 inches

a texture-rich painting meant as a compelling accent for a bedroom, mantle or office area (even sitting quite easily in the corner of a cubicle)

badger is leaving (perhaps vanishing)

Everything is made out of Magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden-in all the places. 

— Frances Hodgson Burnett

I'm leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when it's not raining.  

— Groucho Marx

Badger hates Society, and invitations, and dinner, and all that sort of thing. 

— Kenneth Grahame

varnished: a durable artwork that can be freely handled

suitable for framing but also stands on its own

shipped with care

everything from my shop comes with an extra art surprise

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you can find more work at 

https://www.etsy.com/ca/shop/cigartinstories

and

https://society6.com/darryljoelberger

Ring Found and Glass Eye

 

“Ring Found” and “A Glass Eye”   

two original gel monoprints on found paper, with typewriter text  

each 8.5 x 9.25 inches  

image patterns in French sky blue, fawn brown and emerald green with darker line and type marks  

on found paper — pages torn from a discarded book about the French Impressionists  

the writing is original and my own …   

I took out an advertisement in the classifieds.  

It read:     

Ring found. Public beach at Withering Place.  Real diamond? Describe it and the circumstances of losing it. Box 1457.     

I had found no ring, of course. But I was bored,  and wanted some mail, which was so hard to come by  in those days.  

and   

Something gleamed beneath the dresser. Lamont searched in tiny patterns with his flashlight.  It was a glass eye. Look at you, Lamont said.  As he squatted down to retrieve it, two fingers  already forming a pinch, Lamont could feel but  not hear the various cracks and pops in his knees  and back. He cursed while his chunky cop shoes  twisted and squeaked beneath him. And while he  could feel the sudden cold, the appalling wrongness  of the shadow which suddenly loomed at his shoulder,  he did not hear its approach. After the second hammer  blow, he heard nothing at all.  

each print lightly tacked to foam board  

packaged for gift giving in a clear cellophane sleeve  

meant for framing but can sit on a mantle, shelf, or corner of a cubicle as well  

two artworks in conversation  

shipped with care  

everything from my shop comes with an extra art surprise  

buy from people, not corporations  

buy things made by human hands, not computers  

escape from the dreaming planet ... give the gift of original art  

you can find more work at Etsy and Society6