Here's a picture of Grant Olsen in the present...
Here's Grant in the near future...
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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Thursday, February 12, 2009
We have a Winner!
So, all of your comments were really great. I loved reading all of them. For realsies. You were all winners, but unfortunately, only one of you can be the big winner. And first prize goes to... GRANT OLSEN. Not only did Grant guess the most ingredients for Hobo Stew that matched mine, but he also guessed the two ingredients that keep a happy hobo happy- beer and whiskey. Good job, Grant. Just email me at cedricwilford@gmail.com and let me know which four prints you want. As for those who didn't win- don't despair! For your participation, if you buy a print this next week, you'll get another print of your choosing for free. All you need to do is click on my Etsy shop at the right hand side of the blog, order a print and in "notes to seller" tell me that you participated in Hobo Stew and tell me which other print you would like for free. As for Leo... since your ingredients were so rad, you can get a print for free, buddy. Just email me and let me know which one you want. Thanks everyone for participating and being so cool. Keep it happy.
Here's a picture of Grant Olsen in the present...
Here's Grant in the near future...
Here's a picture of Grant Olsen in the present...
Here's Grant in the near future...
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Happy Hobo Giveaway- A Game of Hobo Stew
Happy Hobo Giveaway!
Follow the instructions below to win three free Happy Hobo watercolor prints of your choosing. You can visit my online shop to view all the available prints at- www.cedricwilford.etsy.com
Here’s how this giveaway is going to go down: We’re making Hobo Stew!
Every time Hobo Stew is made, the ingredients are different, because we use whatever is lying around. I have 15 different ingredients for Hobo Stew written down in a secret place. What you need to do is 1. Go to the comment section of my blog between today (Monday) and Thursday at 9 pm. and 2. Write as many ingredients as you can think for a delicious Hobo Stew. Whoever writes the most ingredients that match the ones I already have written is the big winner! I will announce the winner on my blog the next day (Friday), so check back to see if you won. When you have found out that you’re the winner, you can write me and tell me which three prints you would like and I will send them to you posthaste. Good Luck! P.S.- if you post this giveaway on your own blog so all your friends, family, relations, and enemies can see it, and you end up winning, I will throw in an extra print to sweeten the deal.
It's True!
Follow the instructions below to win three free Happy Hobo watercolor prints of your choosing. You can visit my online shop to view all the available prints at- www.cedricwilford.etsy.com
Here’s how this giveaway is going to go down: We’re making Hobo Stew!
Every time Hobo Stew is made, the ingredients are different, because we use whatever is lying around. I have 15 different ingredients for Hobo Stew written down in a secret place. What you need to do is 1. Go to the comment section of my blog between today (Monday) and Thursday at 9 pm. and 2. Write as many ingredients as you can think for a delicious Hobo Stew. Whoever writes the most ingredients that match the ones I already have written is the big winner! I will announce the winner on my blog the next day (Friday), so check back to see if you won. When you have found out that you’re the winner, you can write me and tell me which three prints you would like and I will send them to you posthaste. Good Luck! P.S.- if you post this giveaway on your own blog so all your friends, family, relations, and enemies can see it, and you end up winning, I will throw in an extra print to sweeten the deal.
It's True!
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Giant Wolf at the end of a long work day
Here's another one from my Basic Conducting class. Unfortunately I never got to finish it before class ended. But I thought it was worth posting; look how much fun he's having! LOL!
Sunday, January 11, 2009
New Story (so far...)
Here are some details from the new story that I'm painting. I haven't finished all the drawing yet, so I haven't started painting. But I think it will turn out to be 5 or 6 paintings.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Paintings for "Stanley- the Sloth Who Saved Christmas"
These are the paintings for the Christmas story I wrote this year. I'll post the whole story at the bottom. I used a scanner in the BYU library this time and the pictures didn't come out as I hoped. I really would like a scanner of my own!
Deep in the Jungle of HoolaHaru
Lived Stanley the Sloth and his family too
They lived at the top of a Boogeyfruit tree
Where the jungle of HoolaHaru could be seen
One day Stanley perched on the uppermost limb
And he clapped eyes on something fantastically grim
From the murky old jungle of Hulahooray,
A wild pack of wolfbears was coming his way
Those wolfbears ate bunnies, they ate little sheep,
They ate little birds who were trying to sleep
And anything moving turned into their food,
Oh, those wolfbears were ugly and stinky and rude
So as fast as they could (which was really quite slow),
Stanley’s poor family decided to go
They came to a cave which was cozy inside
Where the creatures of HoolaHaru came to hide
And there they lived happy, those animal friends
And they danced and they sang, and the fun didn’t end
Until one day, young Sally the Sloth asked her pop,
“Since we’ve moved, how will Santy Claus know where to stop?
Since I can remember, he’s come to our tree
And brought presents for all of my sisters and me”
So Stanley the Sloth and his animal chums
Worked out a way to get Santa to come
The next day they came to the rubber-band tree
Where Stanley divulged what his plan was to be
“From the rubber-band tree I’ll catapult forth
And float my way up to the snows of the north
I’ll find ole St. Nick and I’ll tell him the news
That the creatures of HoolaHaru have all moved”
So Stanley sprang forth from the rubber-band tree,
He flew over the jungle and over the sea,
He flew over houses and stores and saloons
And the view was so nice- he was glad that he flew
He flew over igloos and snow-covered trees
And Stanley turned cold, and soon started to freeze
His eyeballs were frozen, his fingers were froze,
Poor Stanley was froze from his nose to his toes
A big ball of ice, Stanley fell from the sky
And he couldn’t break free, though he tried and he tried
For moments and minutes and hours and days
Stanley was sad he was frozen that way
That poor slothy ice cube was such a sad sight
And there he sat frozen till Christmas Eve night
When all of a sudden, from a mile away,
He saw something coming that looked like a sleigh
And before he believed it, Santa was there
With his big jiggly belly and white beard and hair
He laughed a great laugh, and soon Stanley felt
That all of the ice quickly started to melt
And Stanley was happy, as warm as can be
Then Santa said “come join the reindeer and me!”
“But how did you know I was here,” Stan inquired
“How did you know I was lonely and tired?”
“Your daughter, young Sally, missed having you near
And YOU were the gift that she asked for this year,
So climb on my sleigh, I’ve got plenty to do,
Now back to the jungle of HoolaHaru!”
As quick as a wink, the cave was in sight
What a party they had on that Christmas Eve night
And on Christmas day all the gifts were unwrapped
But the best gift of all was that Stanley was back
© Cedric Anderson 2009
Deep in the Jungle of HoolaHaru
Lived Stanley the Sloth and his family too
They lived at the top of a Boogeyfruit tree
Where the jungle of HoolaHaru could be seen
One day Stanley perched on the uppermost limb
And he clapped eyes on something fantastically grim
From the murky old jungle of Hulahooray,
A wild pack of wolfbears was coming his way
Those wolfbears ate bunnies, they ate little sheep,
They ate little birds who were trying to sleep
And anything moving turned into their food,
Oh, those wolfbears were ugly and stinky and rude
So as fast as they could (which was really quite slow),
Stanley’s poor family decided to go
They came to a cave which was cozy inside
Where the creatures of HoolaHaru came to hide
And there they lived happy, those animal friends
And they danced and they sang, and the fun didn’t end
Until one day, young Sally the Sloth asked her pop,
“Since we’ve moved, how will Santy Claus know where to stop?
Since I can remember, he’s come to our tree
And brought presents for all of my sisters and me”
So Stanley the Sloth and his animal chums
Worked out a way to get Santa to come
The next day they came to the rubber-band tree
Where Stanley divulged what his plan was to be
“From the rubber-band tree I’ll catapult forth
And float my way up to the snows of the north
I’ll find ole St. Nick and I’ll tell him the news
That the creatures of HoolaHaru have all moved”
So Stanley sprang forth from the rubber-band tree,
He flew over the jungle and over the sea,
He flew over houses and stores and saloons
And the view was so nice- he was glad that he flew
He flew over igloos and snow-covered trees
And Stanley turned cold, and soon started to freeze
His eyeballs were frozen, his fingers were froze,
Poor Stanley was froze from his nose to his toes
A big ball of ice, Stanley fell from the sky
And he couldn’t break free, though he tried and he tried
For moments and minutes and hours and days
Stanley was sad he was frozen that way
That poor slothy ice cube was such a sad sight
And there he sat frozen till Christmas Eve night
When all of a sudden, from a mile away,
He saw something coming that looked like a sleigh
And before he believed it, Santa was there
With his big jiggly belly and white beard and hair
He laughed a great laugh, and soon Stanley felt
That all of the ice quickly started to melt
And Stanley was happy, as warm as can be
Then Santa said “come join the reindeer and me!”
“But how did you know I was here,” Stan inquired
“How did you know I was lonely and tired?”
“Your daughter, young Sally, missed having you near
And YOU were the gift that she asked for this year,
So climb on my sleigh, I’ve got plenty to do,
Now back to the jungle of HoolaHaru!”
As quick as a wink, the cave was in sight
What a party they had on that Christmas Eve night
And on Christmas day all the gifts were unwrapped
But the best gift of all was that Stanley was back
© Cedric Anderson 2009
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
First Set of Paintings
© Cedric Anderson 2009
So far with the Frog-snot blog, I have jotted down a lot of ideas for poems and drawings, etc. I recently began to start painting with watercolors and I have enjoyed it so much that I think I'm hooked! I think I am going to filter the good stuff slowly from the Frog-snot blog onto this one and hopefully have a nice painting to go along with my poems. I treated the Frog-snot blog as a kind of archive for all my ideas, but I think this one will be more like a normal blog with comments, thoughts, etc. Cool!
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