Two eyes at work. One is watching an episode of "Mad Men" while the other one is setting up this entry. I am tempted to gossip about Peter Campbell but I should stay focused and babble about my clay experience. If feels like the last time I put hands on this stuff was 9400 BC. I gave it another try simply because the package said "ready-to-use-water-based-modelling-clay" and "air-drying". No baking. They even had clay for the microwave. Sounded as though even I could do it. It took a couple of attempts before it started to look like a bird instead of a squeezed alien. Tools were a toothpick and my hands. I stored the rest of the clay in the fridge, next to the green pepper and my polaroid films. That´s all there will be for dinner if I don´t go grocery shopping soon.

My mom loved them. Elephants. She had one tattooed on her lower back. I was with her when she got it and remember her long blonde hair. That´s pretty much all I saw because her head was bend over the whole session, probably concentrating or biting her lips. That was 13 years ago and I thought of this when scribbling the elephant a few days ago. Maybe it would have looked better if I had corrected tipsy lines, improved the typo and exchanged the second line with something more creative but at last I just used the draft.

It almost took me longer to set this entry up than painting the bird. Some problems with inserting  images. Oh Wordpress, why art thou this weird sometimes? And whenever it seems that I have solved a problem successfully and have a "hurray" and "clapclap" moment, then, of course, something else doesn´t work. Without wp-support forums I would have probably jumped out of the window, long time ago. Anyway, here is the red bird I painted yesterday to relax while listening to audio tapes ("Die Drei Fragezeichen"). A mix of ink and acrylics on cardboard.