Art or Nart

I had tons of time to come up with a blog post yesterday, but zero ideas. While I was watching Ellen Degeneres’s new show “Game of Games” I played with the doodle option on my iPhone instead of preparing something for this venue. So this is all you’re getting this morning.

I call this, “Art or Nart”

Playing Hole #5 on a Blustery Winter Day in Florida:

The Emperor Reimagined:

Beach Day:

Hello from the Other Side, Kandinsky:

I’m hanging on to these pieces of art. If I become famous one day perhaps they’ll be worth a fortune. Or nart.

Peace, people.

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Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

4 thoughts on “Art or Nart”

      1. Some Hockney Paints The Stage, a signed print, adorns a wall here in winter wonderland. Snz’s Mom is an art major who muscled up Snz’s Doctor Dad to drop a few early sixties dollars on up and coming artist. They got really lucky on some of their spec purchases.

        But here’s looking forward to more of your work. Your Ruler Minute Period produced, in my semi-semi-second-and third hand opinion, a masterwork. And that title, Rules.

        Regards,
        The Coda Puppy Keeper.

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