Psssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst. Art comes in many a strange way.

Posted: November 30, 2017 in art, Be on your guard, From us to you, Ha Ha

Here is a little dream for you. Then reality snuck in. A talisman perhaps.

And Benny was dreaming up the large mountain to get to the other side. No, he knew he wasn’t the bear that went over the mountain just to see what was on the other side, not Benny. I’ve been up this mountain before. On the top of the mountain was a large tall building but Benny couldn’t see above the 2nd floor that was skinned down to only its girders. Funny place Mr. Johnson is renovating that floor for his new condo. Someone lives up stairs but we only hear them. Benny walked to the back of the building hoping that it was all down hill from there but saw in front of him a large swamp. The swamp is wide and I can not cross over, wish I had wings to fly, that old folks song came in his head. Shit if I did I would be home by now having my dinner in my cozy little cottage. Suddenly Benny’s eyes spied something moving across the swamp, dodging the trees of the forest. It was a wolf, and Benny was afraid not so much of the wolf but about what could have happened if he hadn’t spied the wolf from where he stood and ran smack into its snarling face on the other side of the swamp. Glad I saw it as if I figured out a way to cross this swamp I could very well be the next Little Red Riding Hood’s Grandma. Eaten up by the wolf and no telling how long I would have had to spend in the belly of the wolf before some handsome woodsman came and slit open its belly and let me out.

Handsome Hank the Handy Woodsman

Went up to the 2nd floor, I will stay up here safe from any prowling wolves. They say they come in packs though I have heard of lone wolves before. Maybe there is something to block the door. A boy named Billy tried to find an old door that had been taken off its hinges, or some boards just lying around. Come on now all places should have a board or two to do the trick of blocking the entrance so a wolf couldn’t enter. Others joined us looking out from the floor and then we spied the wolf which had now crossed the swamp and was going south on the path down below. A lone wolf if one ever saw a lone wolf. A woman with us couldn’t see the wolf no matter how hard she tried. No wolf out there I am going out for a walk, she told us. Passing by cubby holes after cubby holes down the ramp and outside she went.

Benny woke from the dream frightened. Wondering out loud are there any packs of wild dogs here in this city? Now I know there isn’t any wolves. Scaring himself more and more thinking about snarling dogs, biting at him, surrounding him and pulling him down to the ground. Hey there can’t be wild dogs around here as I have to go out this morning at 4:15 way before anyone would hear my screams if attacked by a pack of wild dogs. What do I have to protect myself, no gun, no baseball bat, no mace, nothing. I suppose that I could throw ammonia at the dogs and that would chase them away from me. I certainly don’t want to become any dogs meal I would be rather messy if anyone could tell it was me after finding what was left there in the early morning hours. Wild dogs must be hungry with all this snow around and all the furry little animals hiding in their den, not venturing out or maybe not at all able to get out. Hole buried by so much snow. Wild dogs gotta eat.
Well thought Benny the laundry must be done and no fear of a pack of wild dogs is going to bother me and get me to stay home and not do my early Sunday morning job.

Benny left his apartment and out on the side sidewalk he looked down and saw the word wolf. WTF!! WOLF stared back at him. He pick up the round little container and read, Longcut Wintergreen Timber Wolf. Something to protect me on my journey thought Benny. I use to know all about such things back in the day when I was with Harry. What to do with the snuff in the can if any wild dogs come around. Sprinkle it all about and hope for the best. Tune up your fine senses, tune up your eyes, tune up your nose and walk lightly. Remember the old ways.

The wind began to howl and blow so cold. Pssssssssssssssssssssssst- Art comes in many strange ways now doesn’t it.

Benny gave us the can of Timber Wolf Snuff and we promised that if invited to show in the next art show we will show it.

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