Kevin Bakin'

ok, i just had a gut feeling that spaints or stilos would mess up the detail, so sorry! just click on the pic for bigger, more detailed view. do you know you will end up to love it?
poetic induction:
"I fell for you again today,
Down 20 flights of stairs,
All the way down into
My chest, that quakes,
That bakes this love of mine." -today's word baker


-travis

big sorry caten

ok, so this-painting was not made by either of the circle bears, but I found it in a mormon kids magazine and some kid sent it in; it whet my fancy! ohh ok, i wont pretend, i know its real sleezy, like 3 weeks no update then this piece of ripped off genius, its because a'school. harley will get a spainting done this weekend ok? i hope you like catz! -travis

You, Distracted? gidda loada this simian

this guy, spainted on oaktag, well, he loves his lunch; he'll get it one of these days -travis
(p.s. my peggybear account just wont work!)

For Danny, Wheres is Ma' Coins?

Legs are for lovers, i know i know i know. Oh well the picture was gonna have a guy in it (her boyfriend) but he got away, so. some Dali influence on the gimp, thanks Salvy! whats that, a Cacao fade up? wrinkled ankes so pretty and im out. -travis


Peeled this off my cracked-marble dining room table. Dad kept sitting on it and finally it cracked short time ago. When I see this painting I think of 2 words; 1) ecstatic, 2) stretching. Ecstatic ecstatic -harley

Super Scholastic Secret Spelling PAST

talk about the past...these are reminding me of k-raich's classroom at luncheon hour and all the FUN DRAWINGS and that. and ICC fridays.

Prophet of Rage

This is left over from when we tried to organize a dance at school. you decide.
-harley

Kneeson and Slumberbox then cat

this is what happened, this time:
so it is september 4th at the Kneeson's house and you know what that means, "kid checks!" So, most of the kids passed the monthly parental check (for vital stats, hygiene, positive radiance, pubic development, friendships etc.) with little to report. Then came Boxer (kid depicted above), he is the littlest of the Kneesons, but this week around his parents noticed his feet were real big, an eminent sign of more bodily growth to come...he would obviously outgrow his "l'enfant petit" four poster bed within fortnight, so they thoughtfully placed him on a "one size fits all" Slumberbox, a cure-all, you know. So Boxer spent his first night there and woke up real early, it was a nice sleep on Slumberbox, but he couldnt find his brown leather wallet anywhere, there was like at least 50 bucks in there or something. The only possible suspect was Fickles who had curled up in his crotch as he slept the night before, so. Couple hours later he was like, "oh maybe it just fell out of my pocket when I was sleppin," so he is just checkin out under his blanket if maybe his wallet is under there or something.
-travis/peggybear