How true this Yiddish proverb is at times. I have lost almost an entire year to health and other issues. I have not created anything of note since March. Halloween, my most favorite of holidays, passed with me crouched behind locked doors, the porch light dark, only a Halloween welcome mat and a lone, un-carved pumpkin evidence of celebration. The bags of candy, bought in wishful enthusiasm, traveled to work with me November 1.
Halloween Post-It sketches during mini-breaks at work.
I did, however, manage to make the above Bat Droppings in the days leading up to Halloween. Unfortunately, my new studio is only a half-realized effort down in the new basement, so real work likely won’t start until December.
With luck, Chaos will ignore me for a time, and let me find the creative groove again.
I hope you all had a spooky Halloween and felt the true chilly warmth of the season!
I found this video of Marlon Wayans, of Scary Movie 1 &2 fame, touring Kansas City’s world famous haunted house attractions. I wonder if he would do it again?
It must be difficult doing an interview while walking through all the scares, trying to be cool and chatty.
I’m not sure if this haunted walk was through The Edge of Hell or The Beast, or a bit of both. Full Moon Productions has two other haunted attractions in the KC West Bottoms, Macabre Cinema, and The Chambers of Edgar Allen Poe. Check them out at Full Moon Productions.
I have been inspired! Back to work. Now, where has Igor gotten off too? Probably sleeping in the bog, again. Man, good help is hard to find.
This post is a preview of a short–very short–attempt at a video. The learning curve to “doing it all” is a steep hill with sharp rocks at the bottom. But, real fun usually has an element of danger, so the bumps, bruises and broken feelings are just part of the roller coaster haunted house ride.
First Halloween Party. No girls allowed. This was 1965, after all.
From the top: Pirate, Skeleton, Micky, Skull Face, and Felix, all prepped for mayhem.
Dig those crew-cuts!
This was a time when kids ran the neighborhoods barefoot and unencumbered by parental supervision beyond, “Be home by 9:00.” Trick or Treating was the maximum freedom. The 9:00 pm curfew extended until 11 or even midnight. This was plenty of time for mischief and learning how not to tip over a Porta Potty.
Halloween was also the night all the “Old man Johnson’s” got their comeuppance. The culmination of a years worth of threats against the neighborhood kids came due this night. Three or more “Stay out of my yard!” warnings rated soaped windows or toilet paper in the trees. The more grievous crimes rated eggs on the walls, letting air let out of their car tires, or worse–dog poo in the mailbox. What great fun!