Adelle Caunce's Big Ugly Fishies Blog!

The fabulous Gregangelo and Velocity Circus

2010-12-21T20:27:00.000-08:00

“Courtesy of Gregangelo and Velocity Circus, www.gregangelo.com/ photo by www.francescabalaguer.com”

Okay, it's been so long since I posted that I actually forgot how to do it. Which is probably a good thing for the world at large, but HA! Eat it World! I figured it out. At least for the evening. I promise I'll be naked/drunk/purple/fast/lawn clippings.

But what inspired me to make you three suffer is the world's most creative, sweetest, and general awesome-guy, Gregangelo Herrera. While still living in San Fran, he commissioned me to create a deliciously malicious addition for his Pink Room, so between the two of us we came up with a creepy cake that looks satisfactorily caloric on the outside, but remove a piece and you'll find the best diet-aid this side of a trauma unit.

And here is a fabulous piece on Gregangelo's amazing house that you can actually go see in SF. Well worth it! A cool article... and one that just happens to mention a certain Sammy Hagar Haired crazy artist's cakes....

http://thebolditalic.com/SaraFaithAlterman/stories/503-master-of-the-universe

PS Vampire Squid rock. All hail the mighty Vampire Squid!

Yeah, yeah

2010-07-21T16:35:00.000-07:00

It's been forever. But that's what happens when you spawn. You think Salmon or maybe Sardines keep up with their blogs during all that mess? I don't think so. Only the ones who are worried what the other fishmoms think do. Well, frankly those other fish can stick it.
Stick it. Get it?

Anyway, in the last year Commander Bad Movie Guy and I spawned Morgan. The World's Largest Man-Baby. And then we moved to Texas. Because it's cheaper here and with the way that Kracken eats, we'd be destitute if still in Vancouver. Actually no, it was for Steve's work. After months of insanity on 'District 9', we needed a change. So.... we moved to Dallas. Yes... quite a change.
We've been watching the Gulf saga and getting more and more depressed at the devastation. We're learning lots about BBQ, fried pies, and fried pickles. And hoping our hearts don't claw their ways out of our bodies. We've learned that Texas has AWESOME bugs and incredible storms. I'm all over the bugs though, they are so cool. I've been hunting for tarantulas, but haven't found any yet. I've seen some pretty amazing Cicada Killers though. Yowza.

Oh and I'm going to be part of an Art and Coffee dealy in August with my fishies. I'll be making something (have no idea what yet) at The Daily Grind in Dallas in Deep Elum. Sometime in the first week? Maybe? I suppose I should find out. If you're going to be around maybe you should find out too. And then tell me.

And no pics today- both computers crashed at the same time and I have no idea if any of my pics were saved on the external hard drive. Being as I haven't checked. Because most of my day is spent feeding Mega Grub and his sister, Flamespout, and keeping him from drowning himself in the toilet.

The Mighty Squid Hat did come out and eat Morgan's head at one point. I have pics somewhere around here....

I made it to You Tube and didn't even have to take my shirt off.

2009-02-19T12:44:00.000-08:00

"Cuz fishermen do that"

Oh dear. Here it is- the link to me making a puffer fish.
The sound is a few frames off for some reason, but that's okay because I apparently speak like William Shatner and have a tendency to crush words together so you can't understand them anyway.
The editors were very kind to me and removed some of the things I was the most worried about, but I still managed to look like a 14 year old eyebrowless monkey.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WVlaJTIx5XA

As Spock said, "The pain, the PAIN!"

What to do, what to do

2009-02-03T13:21:00.000-08:00

I suppose I should post something, it's been a while after all.

I'll post a pic of a Pacific Giant Octopus I did a while ago. Octopuses (yeah, yeah. I know. "Duh, it's 'octopi', you strange fish-making woman with Sammy Hagar hair.")...

Well, Smarty-Pants, according to Fowler’s Modern English Usage, “the only acceptable plural in English is octopuses...". It says something about the origin of the word being Greek, rather than Latin so the classic plural would be 'octopodes' and more commonly, 'octopuses'.
Whatever. I don't care, octopuses are awesome for many more reasons than just starting pedantic white lab-coated discourses (and hopefully fist-fights while clutching half eaten cheese sammiches) between bespectacled scholars over the correct plural form during the lunch break. None of which I'm going into right now because I'm grumpy and don't want to be on the wretched computer at the moment.

Oh, and here's a Nudibranch. Because they crack me up.

Okay, it's not my fault.

2009-01-14T12:42:00.000-08:00

I'm just putting that out there.

They made me do it. I really don't smile half as much as that or CHECK MY HAIR before making large ugly fish. Nor do I do crazy camera angles, quite as many bad puns, or have that much junk in the trunk. I was the new mother of a 2 month old when they filmed it. I had to take breaks every once in a while to go feed Maddie as it took about 8 hours to shoot that 5 minutes on screen.
Oh yeah, and here's the big one- I'm really not that much of an idiot! I know, hard to believe. That's the part that scares me the most, and sends me fully clothed, huddled in the fetal position into the shower. I'm terrified I'm going to come across like the World's Largest Idiot- which I am, I'd just prefer less people knew that. And being as I have 2 fans that read this, I'm assuming they don't care, anyway.

What the heck am I talking about?

I'm talking about the filming of my spot on HGTV's "That's Clever". To be shown.... February 5, 2009 at 8:00 am e/p. No publicity is bad publicity.... I hope? Maybe?

Shot almost 2.5 years ago in the dining room of our place in San Fran, it will now be... gracing... a television set near you. That is, if you live in the US. It's 5 minutes of me acting like a complete twit making a puffer fish. So if either of my fans were interested- this is theoretically how I do it. Now you can do it yourself- if you have the will to take the 8 hours involved to do so.
I'd say 'enjoy', but I fear you may just want to hurl things at me and your television in order to make the pain stop. And yes, my voice is that nasal. I'm a catch! I don't know how Steve does it.

Oh, and for those of you in Socialist Canada who don't get the program, I'll see what I can do about maybe getting a friend in the Non-Socialist US to scam me a copy. Because I won't have seen it either.

Headlines-

2008-11-06T16:32:00.000-08:00

-Octopus ravages local optometrist office.

-Eight tentacles of terror run amok on city unprepared for 'Act of God'. Unless that god happens to be Cthulhu.

-Titans of Pain invade Yaletown. Small dogs in sweaters and dog-carriages disappear. Supposedly eaten.

-Woman puts 'jelly' back in jellyfish.

Okay, I'm done.

Happy Hallowe'en!

2008-10-31T14:18:00.000-07:00

Not just my favourite holiday, but my anniversary with my favourite husband (unlike my least favourite husband. He's a jerk.).
Today is ten years after getting married in Vegas. And while as awesome as a $25.00 pawn shop wedding ring is (with the previous owners' initials still inscribed), my gift from Steve this year is even cooler!

Give a shark a hand

2008-10-30T12:29:00.000-07:00

Sharks make me happy. They're such a prehistoric animal, move like poetry, and are an incredible predator. Modern sharks have been around for about 100 million years and the design is so perfect, it hasn't really changed that much since then! They are stunningly gorgeous and sadly very misunderstood and vilified. Thanks, Spielberg. You big Jerk.

So today I am glorifying the fabulous Hammerhead.
Let's get the "Oh, but Adelle, you're so mean! Sharks BITE people. I won't go in the ocean because there are SHARKS there and I'll get eaten!" nonsense aside first.

Stop flattering yourself, sissy-pants! Sure, you may think you look delicious and maybe you are, but the actual chance of you getting bitten is insultingly small. You're more likely to do die from an attack from the LHHL (the Lightning Hates Humans League), than a shark attack. While numbers vary per year, on average there are about 100 shark attacks worldwide per year, and up to 10 of those are fatal. Cunning and malicious destroy-all-humans lightning strikes, however, cause almost 100 deaths per year in the USA ALONE.

I'll take my chances with the sharks, thank you very much. Now that you've been de-sissified and are ready to head back to the water, we'll get back to Hammerheads.

Of the 9 species of Hammerhead Sharks, there are 3 that have been known to nibble on the unwary albeit possibly delicious human once in a while. The Scalloped, Great, and Smooth hammerheads can be dangerous, but not even in the same ball-park as how dangerous humans are to sharks. The Great and Scalloped are on the World Conservation Union's endangered list, and the Smalleye is listed as vulnerable. Now, if you are saying in a whiny voice, "But Adelle! You're so mean! Why should I care if the ocean's largest predators and integral part of the ecosystem is being systematically destroyed by overfishing, finning, and by-catch?", I'm going to slap you and not dignify that with a response. Scientists have been giving the reasons for exactly that for years and nothing I can say can help save the human race if you haven't been paying attention.

Hammerhead Sharks are so named for the flattened hammer shape of their heads that scientists postulate has developed for sensory reception, maneuverability, and/or prey manipulation. And before you say, "But Adelle! They don't even know what it's for?!", shut-up. You wouldn't even get in the water five minutes ago, and now you expect biologists to know everything about sharks? Sheesh. YOU get in there and study them, smarty-pants.

A couple things that make these fish so special is the fact they use internal fertilization (no, I am NOT explaining that to you) unlike other sharks. The female will have a litter of 20-40 live pups after a gestation period of 10-12 months. And what is crazy is, there are rare but documented cases (backed up with DNA evidence) of female sharks reproducing asexually (parthenogenesis). Yes, I will explain that to you- a male isn't required to fertilize the eggs in order for young to develop. Very handy when stuck in an aquarium by yourself.

Hammerheads have the same range of hearing as us, with special emphasis on low-range frequencies, such that a wounded fish might make. They can detect electrical currents in the water that are one-half BILLIONTH of a volt. That's rather small. Kind of like a AA battery with its terminals almost a mile away. Very handy when hunting for stingrays, shrimp, crabs, snails, fish and smaller sharks.

There are so many other cool things about Hammerheads that I could blab on all day, but I need to clean my kitchen. So do a shark a favour and give them your helping hand. Don't eat shark fin soup, shark meat, wear shark leather, or take vitamins with shark liver oil in them. Or if you really have to partake of those things, try to limit your consumption a bit. The oceans would really appreciate it.

Happy Hallowe'en! Oh, and watch out for lightning.

Goblin Sharks

2008-10-20T15:31:00.000-07:00

And speaking of bizarre fish, here's one of my favourites- the Goblin Shark. Described by people lucky enough to have seen one as almost "bubblegum pink", these deep sea sharks are identifiable by their extendable jaws and sharp bristling teeth. They sport a blade shaped snout that is much longer than most sharks, and very obvious when the jaws are protruding. They can reach a size of over 10 feet long and live about 200 metres deep. They live on deep sea squid, crabs and fish.

This is one of the first fish I made, but also one of the most handsome. One day he'll make a lucky crazy-person very happy.

Deep Sea Hatchet Fish

2008-10-17T12:51:00.001-07:00

Named for their shape, these little beauties range from 1-6 inches, are very thin, and have large upward facing eyes that are thought to be used to locate prey above them. They are vertical migrators, meaning that they swim from the depths to upper waters to hunt. Possibly on plankton and small fish.

And what makes these guys so neat? They sport very fashionable ventral (belly) photophores (bioluminescence. ....They glow. I understand they are very hip with the Raver crowd. If anyone even does that anymore.).

It is thought these fish use their bioluminescence to disrupt their silhuettes from predators below them. And considering Deep Sea Hatchet Fish live at depths from 600-4500 ft, whatever lives beneath them would be worth hiding from. Ersh.

So here are a few pics of some of the Hatchets I've done. They have glow-in-the-dark photophores, and are silvery and glittery. I sometimes make the eyes glow and add an extra bunch of photophores along the side. Why? Because it's spooky. And I felt like it. Argue with that, Cousteau.

I think after puffers, hatchets are the fish I make most often. And after every one I swear I'll never make another.

Gulper Eels...

2008-10-16T20:22:00.000-07:00

are just plain cool.

Not much is known about these deep sea dwellers (it's thought the adults typically live at depths 6500 ft and deeper), aside from the obvious- what a crazy design!
They range from around 2-6 feet in length, with most of that being tail. They have a fairly flabby body, which may mean they not great swimmers, and a glowing red spot on the tail which may be used as a lure. I guess when your mouth is that big, the fish, shrimp, and plankton these guys eat comes to them.

Due to popular demand...

2008-10-15T15:09:00.001-07:00

More pics of the mighty squid hat! Shame she grew out of it so quickly.

For Will & Heidi

2008-10-14T16:39:00.000-07:00

From the Dias De Los Muertos show at Boomerang a couple years ago.
Does your house still smell like coffee? I soaked that bad boy.

For Julie.

2008-10-09T12:19:00.000-07:00

Yes. That's YOU, Julie.
Julie Lundman. The Julie who is kicking my butt and telling me not to be lazy and start posting. Have I mentioned her name? Julie. Jul-ie Lund-man. Who has fabulous taste in handbags. Yes, THAT Julie.

Not remotely fishy

2008-02-26T13:13:00.000-08:00

But funny!
http://garfieldminusgarfield.tumblr.com/

What do you know.

2008-02-26T12:44:00.000-08:00

Here I have the Big Ugly Fishies blog and none of my fish on it.

The top is a picture of the only puffer I've ever kept for myself- Crackhead Bill. I initially intended for him to be a happy guy with not much going on in his head, a little circus music perhaps, but not much more. As his personality evolved, he just sort of turned a little more miserable. I think the circus music is still playing, but he'll swallow your soul if you're not watching.

Second is a picture of Clarence. My all-time favourite puffer who got sold before I realized I'd regret it all my days. There have been a couple other versions of Clarence since, but none seem to capture the menace of my dearest buddy. I often wonder who bought him and just how much havoc has he spread since leaving the safe confines of my locked art cabinet.
The last is a pic of Clarence and Zombie being jerks. Nuff said.

Finally!

2008-02-22T09:42:00.001-08:00

Okay, so I've learned a few things in the last couple months-
-Laser eye surgery is hell on earth
-If there's a statistic involved, I'm going to be it.
-Santa gives not only lovely gifts and coal for Christmas, but has been known to deliver the Norwalk Virus as well.

So apologies to everyone who has missed me. And by that, I mean Ricky The Magic Pixie, the only person who reads this.

Still chugging away on Gregangelo's 'Pandora's lunchbox'. Admittedly I haven't had much time to work on it with being out for a month with the eye stuff, Maddie getting sick and my Grandfather passing away. But I'm back on it which feels great. No pics yet, but I do have the sketch I did for my Grandpa's memorial card.

Turns out that aside from being a bugger to the grandchildren, he once was a funny adventurous monkey himself. I drew him as I imagined him as a kid with one of his great horned owls (he had two) and his 'hunting cat' (the dog hated him, but the cat accompanied him wherever he went), thinking about snacking on his favourite fruit (apricot) and goin' fishin'. Not overly happy with how it turned out, but hey.

A couple thoughts on laser eye surgery....

2007-12-03T09:27:00.000-08:00

Yes, I finally did it. After ruining more glasses than I can count with paint, resin, and a small creature named Maddie, I started my research and found that the clinics in Vancouver have great technology and have many many happy customers. I did a goodly amount of research- these are my eyes after all and how would I inflict my thought processes on an unsuspecting world without them?
Anyway, in my research of people who chose to have the surgery, I found that there seemed to be two camps. The first had absolutely no pain and little discomfort. The other camp prayed for death to come swiftly and wanted to gouge their eyes out with a runcible spoon to make the pain stop.
I'm kind of in the middle. While I'm not at the spoon-gouging level, I'm certainly ready not to feel wretched anymore. Ridiculously sensitive to light (it's been 5 days and I still can't stand the blinds open or to look at the computer screen), the drops I have to use cause more pain than my eyes are experiencing, which is a stinging- it feels like I constantly have grit under my contacts. In one way it's kind of neat because most of the day it looks like I'm looking through milk, although one not-neat thing is my eyes refuse to stay pointed in one directions at times. Like how newborns can be looking straight at a person with one eye, while the other has spotted a shiny object 3 blocks away. I'd be the perfect super villain right now. Grumpy, gooey, half blind, eyes swiveling all over, and afraid to come out unless under cover of darkness.

apparently it gets better.

cool bugs

2007-11-19T11:15:00.001-08:00

Went to an amazing craft fair the other day. Well over 200 hundred booths and this blew me away- not one was for a corporation that I could tell. No signing up with Well's Fargo, no insurance brokers, no cars for sale. It was all art! I never saw anything remotely similar in all my years in California! And the quality was incredible- it was more than crafts, it was craftsmanship. There were only a couple booths that were kind of so-so. So I ran around like a rabid Fizzgig, Sammy Hagar hair bouncing around in the wind. One of the coolest things I saw was a guy making bugs out of metal and stained glass. One will soon be replacing a fish on my wall because there was no way I was leaving without one!
Bugs are of course, my number one favourite thing. Fish are a close second, but my true love is bugs. And in honour of bugs I'm posting the site of an awesome artist who does amazing work in California
www.patrick-e.com

Also, here's the guy whose work I bought at the craft fair- The site isn't up yet, but I'm hoping it'll be soon. His wife does amazing shirts with her super cool characters embroidered on them. I'll be asking for one for Christmas!
www.theloungecollection.com

And here's a pic of one of the bugs I made while having a rare but wonderful art day with Petaluma artist Richard Benbrook. A fabulous artist, poet and crazy-man, one day I'll have one of his pieces in my house too. He sadly doesn't have a website. Oh, actually I'll post a pic of my favourite of his pieces- a jackrabbit. In any case, the bug is just a beetle and he's a candy dish. My first try at carving foam and using this crazy latex-y type stuff.
He's going to kill me when he sees I've posted his pic. HA!

Pandora's Lunchbox

2007-11-07T20:39:00.000-08:00

Just some crappy sketches for the next fabulous Gregangelo Pink Room commission (have I mentioned that man is the bomb?). He asked for something Pandora's Box-ish. And if anyone remembers any of their Greek Mythology, it's box holding all the evils of the world and what's left inside is hope. Has Pandora saved, or captured hope? Who knows- what I do know is Pandora's Lunchbox would make a hilarious addition to a room where everything is just like a little girl's pink princess bedroom- only slightly off. So here we have some ideas (okay, these are really bad sketches! I don't have very much time these days!)- the 'Baloney' Sammich, the Bad Apple, a thermos full of... something I haven't figured out yet, and for dessert- the ever endearing Ho(pe)-Ho(pe)

And while...

2007-10-24T14:53:00.000-07:00

... I may not be the best painter in the world, I ROCK when it comes to knitting Squid hats. My lovely friend Jessica Teach (Master of All Things Knitted or Involving Cupcakes, Thanksgiving, or Smartassedness) taught me how to knit- just so I could have a squid eat my kid's head.
Give up, kid! The Mighty Squid Hat eats all!

Just a quickie

2007-10-24T14:49:00.000-07:00

Just wanted to post a couple pics- I finished the cakes in early September and sent two down to Boomerang in Cali for the big annual Day of the Dead show. They're on display now if you're in Petaluma. I also sent the Dreaded Third or Posssibly 4th Worst Painting too. It's now named "Even Bunnies get the Blues"

Not quite the worst painting ever....

2007-09-25T14:00:00.000-07:00

...but still not stellar. The very very VERY worst painting I've ever done was in first year college. The duotang dragons and craptastic cartoon bunnies I did in highschool were better than The First Year College Landscape.
We were supposed to do a landscape, but the painting teacher we had believed in the Figure-It-Out-Yourself-Because-I-Don't-Get-Paid-to-Teach method of teaching so the results for many of us were... spectacular. I'd never done a landscape before and decided in my wisdom to haul 500 pounds of easle, canvases, oil paints, brushes etc down into a ravine to paint down there. I had visions of doing a beautiful green meadow, maybe with some sunlight dappled through the textured trees. You'd almost be able to feel the breeze flowing through and hear the birds chirping. Maybe one would even land on your shoulder and tell you what an awesome painting this was! So beautiful, so peaceful, so not-in-this-lifetime.
I'll just start by saying I honestly had no idea of composition. Or even how to paint- particularly with oils. So there I was sweating and attracting mosquitos because I'd hauled so much junk down a 'gully'. I tried not to think of hauling it back up as I set my newly resized canvas up in a lovely valley between two hills. My prof took marks off for canvases that weren't the exact size and I didn't have the money for a new one 'the exact size', so I took a larger one I had already, and tried chopping it down to the correct size. First mistake. It was all wobbly and the canvas didn't fit properly on the stretcher any more so the bottom wrinkled up. I'd deal with that later- I was going to paint the world's best painting and re-stretch it later! Too bad I didn't realize how dim that was. How do you re-stretch a canvas that is covered with wet oils paints?

For some insane reason that even today eludes me, I decided to paint one of the hills I was standing between. The steep one, with no grass, just brown eroded earth. Don't ask why. I was standing in a lovely valley between two hills with a path that went off in the distance where unicorns ate candy and gave rides to happy little girls who can paint, but I chose an almost empty dirt hill to reproduce.
I feverishly worked away on painting the entire surface of my canvas in... brown. Not even a nice brown. A brown I made by mixing 14 other colours together and turned them into mud. Actual mud would have looked better. I didn't even put a horizon in it or have a vanishing point, not even a whisper of the sky. I had painted a flat, brown wall. Becoming frustrated because my beautiful painting already looked terrible and I'd only been working 30 minutes (with all the hauling it was more like 2 hours, but hey), I started on the trees. Only problem was my POV was about 5 feet away from the tree trunks and at that level there were no branches or leaves. Just brown trunks. Again, another winning design choice. The brown tree trunks melted in with the mud-brown background. Solution? Toxic yellow! That'll work! Nope, still looked terrible. Gave up on the trees and moved to the ferns. The paint was quite thick by that time and I didn't know how to make my new paint stick so my green ferns were more brown than green. Solution? MORE toxic yellow plastered on!

With no sky in the painting, you didn't know it was a hill- it was just this awful brown expanse with some toxic yellow that might have been regurgitated by a penguin. It was like looking at a canvas of nuclear waste. I should have claimed it was and might have even got away with it as the bottom half of the painting was sagging and wrinkled due to my stretcher 'fix'.
Obviously I didn't get a very good mark- it's quite possible I failed that assignment! One clever little monkey in my class sat down with a Bob Ross video and her painting turned out great, as did her mark! Curses on people with brains!
And that's the story of the worst painting I've ever done (so far), but even still I wish I hadn't thrown it out. It's polluting and leeching its toxic-ness (a la that melting guy in the first Robocop movie- the one who fell into the nuclear waste) some innocent landfill somewhere when it could be hung with pride in my house where I could laugh it every day. At the time, and for years later I was so ashamed and down on myself for it. That being said though, I'd love to have that painting now! The best thing I've ever learned is how to laugh at your own terrible work, and truly appreciate shite. What a pile of excrement, and how awesome!

Worst painting ever.

2007-09-12T14:31:00.000-07:00

I'm working on what might just possibly be my worst painting ever. Which is pretty amazing considering I've done some impressively awful paintings in my life. For this one to rank one of, if not the worst, I have to say I may have outdone myself this time. It's actually hard to make a painting suck this much unless you were a bi-polar rampaging Mandrill hopped up on some sort of methamphetamine and wearing galoshes.
The painting is supposed to be for the annual Day of the Dead show in Petaluma, Ca at Boomerang with the theme this year being "Crossing Over". I think I've crossed over into Ishouldneverpaintagainville. I'll keep working, but it's a good thing I've got a couple cakes ready to send down!

Fun Fish Facts #1!

2007-09-05T13:11:00.000-07:00

The Orange Roughy (also called Sea Perch or Slimehead) is a slow-growing reddish-coloured fish. They are thought to live up to 150 years and females don't start to breed until they're around 25-30 years old. Which means this is a fish that cannot recover easily from overfishing. Imagine having to survive at least 25 years in the ocean before breeding? A tough job for any fish, let alone a popular menu item fighting against Trawl Fishing. The Monterey Bay Aquarium has placed Orange Roughy on its "Avoid" list as these fish are in trouble. So in other words, make a responsible choice and don't eat Orange Roughy. Your stomach will survive without this fish in it.
...Okay, so this isn't a fun fact today. It's more of a depressing what-have-we-done-to-our-world fact today. Maybe tomorrow I'll research ebola, tapeworms, the destruction of the Rainforest or some other such cheerful thing.

Last Arnold School set

2007-08-31T20:15:00.001-07:00

I'm so going to be out of work when these guys graduate...

And still more

2007-08-31T20:13:00.001-07:00

Apparently I can only post 5 pics at a time. Aren't these awesome?!

But wait, there's more!

2007-08-31T20:04:00.000-07:00

Here are more of the Arnold School kids' creations. Hard to believe they're about 13-14 years old AND did all this while wearing clean, pressed shirts, ties, skirts, etc. I don't think I have an item of clothing left without paint on it. There's something wrong with me.

Arnold School

2007-08-31T19:34:00.000-07:00

Here are some pics of the fishies made by the students of Mrs. Hayley Caunce (Coincidence? I don't know, she may be a Pirate too!), art teacher at Arnold School in Lancashire, England. These kids seriously rock and their fish are brilliant. I was happy to help out where I could! The world needs more fishies.

Have your own Big Ugly Fishy?

2007-08-24T14:13:00.000-07:00

If you have a BUF I've made and displayed at your home, or if you've made your own, send me a .jpg of it and I'll post it here for my 3 fans' enjoyment!

another pic

2007-08-24T10:02:00.001-07:00

Another view of the cake plus the Mighty Octoegg. Another Great Gregangelo project

Woohoo! First post!

2007-08-23T12:16:00.000-07:00

Hey! My first real post- aside from the test with Chad who set this thing up, which doesn't really count. Perhaps I should try to figure out how to delete that...
I've been told this is a good way to keep the 3 people who follow my work updated on what I've been doing, as I obviously can't be trusted to keep my website updated. Why? Because I'm lame and have no idea how to. Poor Chad has to do it for me from 800 miles away. To make sure his wife doesn't start to hate me I let the site get.... a little outdated before I start pestering Chad to fix it for me. That's the way we pirates are. Very concerned about other people's feelings.

So to start off, I'll add a pic or two of the last commission I did for Gregangelo Herrera (Velocity Circus) before moving to BC from San Francisco. Gregangelo is one cool cat and gave me my first commission two weeks after Madeline was born in 2006. He likes to make his artists really test their bounds and be inspired to go crazy. After touring his fabulous house, this is something we came up with for The Pink Room. Crud... I don't know how to add more pics. Awesome... now I've lost my other image. See? THIS is why I don't update my site more often. Sighhhh. Oh! It's back! Weeee.