This is a commissioned mural in a new home in Skokie, IL. It descends a staircase and is on the ceiling. The inspiration for the mural came from a collection of ideas and images special to the home owners.
As I painted, a story emerged. It is the story of a lonely unicorn who comes across a magical spring. When he leans down to drink, he finds that there is a whole other world on the other side of the water. A world filled with beings just as magical as he.
I am going to title it “Magic Spring”. It make me think of the “Through the Looking Glass” concept.
I am available for commissioned murals in your home as well. Prices start from $600.
I painted well over 200 faces during the three day festival, not to mention the 60 faces I painted the thursday night before at a design office party. It was a lot of work but it was worth it. I also got a few young art collectors out of the deal as two young girls came to raid my $5 sketch pile. I also sold several copies of Everybody Hoops but me. What a weekend.
This poem is about suspending disbelief.
Lemons Don’t Grow on Trees
Lemon’s don’t grow on trees,
They come from a screen.
They’re pretty nice to SEE and to SQUEEZE into juice from a box,
But grown on a tree, oh please, that’s something I’ve NEVER seen,
A lemon on a tree.
That’s like building a house for a 20 foot mouse
Who lives high in the sky on a sign that lights up at night,
you can see him from my front porch.
That’s like thinking the stars are somewhere off far,
When they are where we are, I’m telling you I’ve seen it,
Looking down from a plane, these streets, they sparkle the same.
That’s like selling the air, without having a care,
for the birds and the trees and the sun and the breeze,
And I’m walking around, looking up, counting clouds,
And I sit down to think, when I got BONKED
by a b i n k
It was a lemon,
from a tree.