I you love you Beth Dutton

One of my guilty pleasures is “Yellowstone” on TV. It starts Kelly Reilly and some other folks.

Kelly plays Beth her father’s only daughter; a strong woman, smart, attractive and as flawed and troubled as can be hoped in any fictional character.

Mostly, she’s a “bad girl” and that’s why I love her. I want to save her from herself. She is downright mean; she uses men and then moves on leaving their burned out husks behind her. The whole corporate world is a play ground for her. She buys, sells and deals in broad rooms while the ‘old boys’ are foggy headed trying to look down her hemline.

Beth is dire need of a rehab. She drinks like she’s fueling a rocketship to hell and she doesn’t care who gets burned on the way. She ‘loves’ whom ever grabs her fantasy as a form of control…

She’s a bad girl… mean and wild. She scares the shit out of me. Watching her is like watching a highway daredevil weave between speeding cars; there’s going to be a crash and it might happen now.

One of the ladies in my church also confesses to loving Beth. (although stated watching the show because it stars Kevin Costner). It is my intention to give this picture to her. We’ve had a couple of chats about the show…guilty pleasures… our biggest topic; why does Beth hate her brother so much.

In the long run, it does not matter. The show is just a distraction in an everyday world. Still, I can’t help but hope for Beth. Because she’ll find happiness with Rip, her childhood flame. Maybe, she’ll return to the city and run havoc in corporate boardrooms. What ever happens she’ll take a little piece of my heart and leave a twinkle in my eye.

Roots of a space girl

Edna the space alien was born from characters I developed for a comic strip; the Crash Dummies. There was Ralph and his family; Edna, his wife, Gem, the son and Scout the girl.

I applied to many newspaper syndicates, but no one showed any interest. For years my only outlet was posting on social media. Then, I grew weary of the crash dummies, bored even. I started concentrating on landscapes, surrealism and abstracts.

Somewhere, along the way, one of my cartoons was published. In total, I’ve had 4 cartoons published. Not exactly a stellar resume, still, a source of pride.

I stayed avoided cartoons like an alcholic shunning bars. ( Hi, I am Rocket, I am an alcholic) In fact, I used art as a substitute for drinking when I was learning to be sober.

I’ve always loved the thought of aliens amongst us. I want to beleive. Wouldn’t it be cool if we had friends from another world here to be our friends. I often feel like I’m seeing life through the eyes of a space alien. Why a girl space alien? My feminine side? The fact that have no daughter, sister or granddaughter? Maybe, I just think she is cute and fun; she makes me smile. And that’s enough.

My Valentine’s

I am blessed to help with my recovery group’s youth program. That means I get to teach and interact with kids middle school through high school.

I was born to be a teacher but failed to earn a teaching degree something for which I will have to answer to God. He forgives me and lets me do this work. The wayward son returns home.

The artists of these pictures are sisters. Their mother is like the daughter I never had she trusts me with her children an honor for which I’m very grateful. I have sat with the girls and passed on tips I’ve learned about art. And they listen to me. Something so simple and so important. Children need to know that they are loved and important. They have great value and should be cherished and loved. It’s also a lot of fun for this old man: as much fun as making my own pictures.

My mom was a school teacher and one of my cousins is a teacher. They were able to give a gift far beyond pencils and books; the lesson of self value. Not for what the students might someday become, but for what they are now.

This is how God loves us; just as we are right were we are.

And guess what, “my kids” love me just as I am, they even give me valentines.

Lord, I thank you for “my kids”. Help me to be the best surrogate grandfather I can be. Give me the strength, courage, honor, to guide, lead and listen. In Jesus’s name amen!

Elmer to Edna

I have always doodled and sketched and fiddled around with pen and paper.

When I realized I needed something to fo other than drink myself to death; I took up painting and cartooning.

Always being an admirer of newspaper comic strips I developed “Elmer”. He was a industrial mechanic (as was I) with a wife and family, freinds and co-workers. They were all a bunch of goofs. Sometimes, they would talk to me, (okay, I was really talking to myself but in the voice of my characters) one of the secondary characters kind of took over. Ed was a smart month, sober alcholic, woman chaser and karate fighter; the guy I thought I wanted to be.

I sent submissions to the paper syndicates but only recieved rejection slips.

I put aside my pencils for years. Then, I was inspired by the testimoney of a dear friend who quoted Gloria Steinem, “the truth will set you free: but first it’ll tick you off. ”

I went home and drew up my first cartoon in years.

Soon after I drew one about a crash Dummy support group.

Again I developed a cast of characters and story line. Again, no one was interested. After two years of rejections and Facebook being my only outlet, I started painting again.

Edna, the crash dummy became a space alien. She wants me to develop a line of greeting cards with her add host

And here. we are. I have a whole lot more to this story but this is enough for now.