I know I don't post here a lot anymore, but I do read, and I appreciate everyone here. Every single friend I have on Livejournal, friends whom I've met in real life and friends I keep up with only via the Internet. I'm grateful for this family, and I wish you the best possible 2011 ever. And we ARE A FAMILY. For whatever reasons, for good and ill, we stick together like biological families do not. We know each others' secrets and flaws and love each other because of and in spite of them, like bio families do not.

And despite how fucking HARD 2010 has been on me personally, I am thankful for each and every one of you.

Best wishes for your 2011 adventures, love, and imaginations.

I am going to have SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS: PayPal - Phone Handling Opinion Needed. Hang on to your self-esteem with both hands, Jessica. I'm going to feed it to spavined jackals with my words, bitch.

I'll share the "User Experience" when I'm in just the mood to be most effective. Probably the next time I run out of smokes.

Being old-school semi-formal about certain things (church, flying, the doctor's office), I make an attempt to curtail the cussing and dress appropriately when attending one of these "events," out of a sense of respect and because well, I was raised right (in that aspect). So I carefully chose my clothes this morning and paid careful attention to my make-up in preparation for the orthopedist's office visit where I had my cast removed by a nurse. I met with the doctor (who is SUPER nice) and he showed me my x-rays and oohed over how well it has healed. And then he gently grasped my hand and said, "You'll want to start exercising it like this..." and *twisted* it...

Me: MOTHERFUCKER SHIT BALLS!
Him: Haahahahahaaahahaaa!!!
Me: Oh my God, I'm sorry. I was gonna keep it classy.

I am not unlike Princess Diana.

Allow me to preface this with information about me as a cat owner. I grew up with cats, nasty, ill-tempered, male Lilac Point Siamese cats. We went through three during my childhood, and to this day I don't know why I loved them. They were noisy, smelly and mean, clawing me in my sleep or just lazily reaching over and swiping my face occasionally, leaving blood. But the conditioning held, and when I had my first place, I adopted a stray cat, who promptly broke my heart. He'd get into fights, bring in vermin, disappear for weeks at a time and still I loved that cat. He would.not.go into a carrier when I moved, so I left him to his own devices. He never really needed me, but I was convinced I was a "cat person."

( I know now that I am not. )

I went to the doctor's today for my surgical follow-up. He was on vacation, but a very nice nurse put me in a cast after removing the stitches (about 15).

Nurse: What color cast would you like? Pink?
Me (in all black): Really?
Nurse: Black?
Me: YOU HAVE THAT?! COOL!
Nurse: We don't get to use it very often, but yeah!

When (and if) the Chef and I get to have our compound in the hill country, tinywarrior is allowed to have all the chickens she wants there. She calls them, "Friendship Chickens™" which is the best phrase in the history of friendship.

Chickens like this:
(Abominable SnowChicken!)

and this,

but never EVER like this:

genetically-mutated featherless chicken from hell.

p.s.: The chickens will only be loved and relieved of their eggs. NO ROOSTERS! Also, if the Chef ever eyeballs them in a carniverous fashion, there will be words. Harsh words of defense.

Out of all the downloading/viewing I do of movies and series, Treme is by far the best experience I've had in MONTHS. What a great freaking show. I've never been to New Orleans, and still...I feel like I've been to New Orleans, for the best of times and the worst of times.

Watch, it'll be canceled because I love it.

I swear to God, tinywarrior can make me feel better about anything at all.

This is a portrait of Bob Carr that I just finished; it's a surprise gift for Alberta. I sure hope I did the old guy justice.

9x12", pencil on watercolor paper:



p.s.: I'm available for commissioned portraits! The cost ranges from around $150 for a simple pencil 5x7", to anywhere you want to go, price depending on size, materials and complexity of subject(s) and background. illustrationink@gmail.com if you're interested.

SIX NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Donna
2. Daughter
3. Double Dee
4. Priscilla
5. Little Baby
6. Hooker

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. Brown combat shorts
2. Long-sleeved gray t-shirt
3. Hot pink push-up bra

THREE THINGS YOU WANT VERY BADLY AT THE MOMENT
1. A cigarette
2. Meh
3. Money to visit my family this month

THREE PEOPLE WHOM YOU HOPE WILL DO THE MEME
1. Kat
2. Cate
3. Jarod

THREE THINGS YOU DID LAST NIGHT
1. Listened to Alex Jones
2. Laughed with The Chef
3. Drew

THREE PEOPLE YOU LAST TALKED TO ON THE PHONE:
1. Mom
2. Allan
3. Jakey

THREE THINGS YOU ARE GOING TO DO TOMORROW:
1. Pilates
2. Work on "Courtyard"
3. Martyr myself

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE DRINKS:
1. Coffee
2. Cotes-du-Rhone
3. Fresh orange juice

THREE THINGS THAT MADE YOU SMILE TODAY:
1. My BFF
2. My other BFF
3. Extremely retardilated interaction with my nephew

Hope to finish this piece this weekend:

"Shadow Floral"
9x12", colored pencil on watercolor paper

Finally, after 300+ hours..."Market Stand." 11x7", colored ink on illustration board, stipple technique. $750, original (PayPal: hawaiidonna@hotmail.com).

When I'm not looking/applying for grants, cleaning, doing Pilates, wishing I had a cigarette, goofing off online, looking into starting a community garden, I'm actually DRAWING.

Work in Progress; About 250+ hours in. I hope to have this done by the end of the week. [Strawberry seeds are a bitch; they're TINY...stupid pointillism.]:

"Fruit Stand," 11x7", colored ink on illustration board in stipple.

This is what I've been up to for the past week and a half...I'd started this about two years ago, and just now got around to finishing it. I'm pretty pleased with it.

"Tomatoes"
7-1/2x10-1/4"
Colored pencil on illustration board
Approximately 100 hours to complete
$500 original

(Click for large and larger)

I'm getting more health savvy as I get older, reading more about what I'm putting into my body, learning about the effect of foods and liquids I ingest on my physical being as well as my emotions and chemistry. A lot of what I read is fucking ALARMING. I do try to find alternate sources when I'm reading something really scary, not take one side of this, or just one source. But I am slanted away from big corporations' "opinions," given their inherent self-serving nature.

That said, I recently watched a documentary on The Sundance Channel called, Addicted to Plastic, which featured a lot of interesting information about the way plastic is taking over the world's landfills and countrysides. And I'm a little slow to this party, but the main thrust health-wise was the toxicity levels of BPA (bisphenol A), a chemical compound found in hard, clear polycarbonate plastics and in many other consumer products. From Salon.com News:

"Bisphenol A is a building block of the durable light plastics used in consumer products ranging from baby bottles to coffee makers to laptop computers, CDs to dental sealants to food can liners. It's a key ingredient of car parts, water filters, textiles, paper and a widely used flame retardant. "Everyone is exposed to it," says Dr. Hugh S. Taylor, reproductive endocrinologist at Yale University School of Medicine, who is studying the impact of the chemical on female reproductive health."

From U.S. News and World Report Health:

"BPA has raised concerns because it appears to mimic the effects of estrogen, interfering with hormone levels and cell signaling systems. Previous studies have shown that people exposed to high levels of BPA have a greater risk of developing uterine fibroids, breast cancer, decreased sperm counts, and prostate cancer. Babies and children are thought to be at greatest risk from the exposure."

The NIEHS/NTP considers it of "...some concern for effects on the brain, behavior, and prostate gland in fetuses, infants, and children at current human exposures to bisphenol A" and of "...minimal concern for effects on the mammary gland and an earlier age for puberty for females in fetuses, infants, and children at current human exposures to bisphenol A."

So it's found in products such as the linings of metal food cans, in microwavable containers (even those labeled "Microwave Safe"...that's an industry gimmick, not a federally-mandated or controlled, regulated labeling device), in baby bottles, in water bottles...it's fucking EVERYWHERE. And it's been shown to cause abnormalities at a chromosomal level which can lead to infertility, birth defects, various forms of cancer, diabetes and cardiovascular disease.

Canada has banned BPA products, and even WalMart has taken all BPA products off its shelves.

How do I get this shit out of my life, Donna? You can't, totally. But you can make better choices about what products you're exposing yourself and your family to. Don't buy plastic items with 3, 6, or 7 in the recycling logo on the bottom. All have been shown to contain dangerous or potentially dangerous chemicals. Choose stainless steel, glass, and plastics that don't leech chemicals into your food or water. BPA-free products are becoming more readily available every day, including plastic wraps, safe bottles, baby products and in the packaging you purchase your food in. They include safe synthetic choices, and green, sustainable products. A simple Google search for "BPA-free products" turned up a HUGE number of hits.

My cheap little Ikea food storage containers don't even HAVE a recycling number on them; they're going in the garbage today.

New work, "Lotus." 12x12", 200 hours to complete. Colored ink on illustration paper. $500 original, $60 giclee print, $40 poster print.

~I've never seen "Late Night with Conan O'Brien."
~I haven't watched "The Late Show" since before Johnny Carson left it.
~I've never watched "24." The thing with all these shows is: I just don't care.
~I've only eaten at a Taco Bell once, and swore I'd never do it again.
~One of my favorite disgusting food pigouts is Chef Boy ArDee ravioli with Velveeta melted on top, though I haven't had it in years.
~So far, I've made four grown-ups cry just with my mean mean words. Three of whom were men.
~During a fight, I elbowed a guy so hard in the stomach he was taken to the hospital; the cops let me go because it was self-defense. But it wasn't.
~I once told a School of the Art Institute of Chicago art teacher, "Go fuck yourself, poseur."
~I sincerely love bubble baths and making soap bubble mustaches and mohawks on myself.
~I've shaved my head twice.
~Humane Society commercials make me cry. As does the National Anthem. Especially at the Olympics.
~I used to be allergic to mango, but I'm not anymore. Same thing with kiwi.
~My wisdom teeth never came in. They're in there, they're just shy.
~I can forge anyone's signature.
~I once drew the State Seal of Illinois by hand for a fake driver's license for myself; it passed everywhere (I was 18).
~I've driven just about every manual transmission there is, except for an 18-wheeler.
~When I was 9 (?) I made a giant pink cock out of Play-Doh and stuck sea shells in it for an art project. It got displayed in a glass case in my elementary school. No one knew it was a cock.

Okay, so I've been following y'all's recommendations for downloaded serieseses, and it took me a couple of months but I got through "Six Feet Under" and HOLY SHIT what a good show.  It's so fantastic to watch these excellent shows from beginning to end with few pauses in between the episodes...I really appreciated the final season (especially the series finale) even though I'd been hipped (accidentally) by the internet that Nate dies.  Man, I got emotionally invested in those people, to the point where I wanted to repeatedly a) punch them in their whiny faces or b) hug them.

I'm working my way through "Rome" and "Carnivale" although I have to say, I'm not in love with either one.  I don't know what it is; they both have all the elements I normally crave in a story/characters.  Maybe it's me.  Maybe these particular shows don't lend themselves well to my brand of "watching," where I'm actually listening more than viewing.

Allan's got me hooked on Dr. Drew, which sucks because, well, I hate those people.  Have you SEEN Heidi Fleiss?  She looks like she humped a cheese grater with her face.  At least the pain of being a Dr. Drew addict is partially mitigated by my new obsession with Anthony Bourdain.  Even though that sick, French-trained motherfucker will eat ANYTHING, preferably faces and assholes.

So right now I'm downloading "Entourage" and "The Tudors" while I work, hoping to find something as magical as "Six Feet Under."  Which was so good I was sad that I reached the end.

( List in progress, under the cut. )

I can't get over how many people (and there are a LOT IN THE WORLD) haven't ordered prints of "Poppies." It's an astounding piece, even to me, and I made the freaking thing. $60! Signed and delivered FREE. I pay the postage!

An (unpaid) endorsement from an 14 year-old: "Wow. It looks like you could actually pick the flowers off the paper."

Order a print! Do a Sagittarian a solid for her impending birthday!! Do it for the amazing gift opportunities. "Yeah, I know her. She's nuts, but does some really nice art."

My day-after-Thanksgiving with the Chef was so very good. Actually, it was three days long, but still. When I get home tomorrow (I'm in Bryan, TX) I'll put up pictures of our feast, because it was SPECTACULAR.

Cate and John came home from Disney with the boys on Saturday, and after some teeny-angst drama, they got to put their seal of approval on the Chef, and he on them. Which makes me happy. I managed to get out of their house only breaking the garbage disposal and causing one dog fight, so it was fairly successful. I think we're all to the point where as long as there's not an actual fire inside? It's all good.

Allan and I caravanned from the hill country back to Austin on Sunday, where I picked up my youngest kitty Spoogie, and we brought him back here to the loft in Bryan, where he could get introduced to Allan's cat, Mack. So far? Pretty friggin' good. Mack's never been around another cat, and Spoogie's never NOT been around other cats, so Spoogie's kinda breaking him in. Other than Mack having a heart attack every time Spoogie comes around a corner, then growling at the Spoogester, it's been fairly seamless. They sniff each other and want to play, but are still too skittish.

Thanks to everybody who contributed to my "What the hell should I watch?" list! Under the cut are all the suggestions, although I have to say I went ahead and made an executive decision NOT on the list, "Breaking Bad," and holy shit, am I ever glad I saw that. What a great show. Fantastic writing, super-strong acting, compelling plot-lines in every episode. I'm cliff-hung by the last show of Season 2, those fuckers.

Anyway, here's the list I'll be working my way through (with some edits) from here until who knows ( because I've started a new piece. )

Lastly, I wanna throw out a huge internet group hug to lolliejean who lost her very best friend and companion on Sunday. Ellie passed peacefully in her sleep at L's home, and I have to say I've shed tears for my friend and her bruised heart. What a fucked up year for her; I'm so glad Ellie was there for the worst of it (and best) for L.

That's all I got. I have the pleasure of adding cedar fever to my list of sinus woes. It's delightful! In addition to my usual dripping and sniffing and blowing (chronic acute sinusitis), I have sneezing and malaise! It's good to be the Queen.

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"Poppies"
Prints $60
9x12", colored ink on watercolor paper; prints in giclee

I'm missing my family right now, hard. I talked to Mom on the phone today (which is kind of a rare occurrence since I moved to Texas; I think she's still upset that I left, but getting over it) and we cried some. This is the first Thanksgiving in over eight years that I'm not making the dinner and cheesecakes, taking care of the family, and it's difficult for me.

I'm out in Canyon Lake, TX, house-sitting for Cate and John and the boys while they're all at Disney World. Canyon Lake is roughly in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by hills and space and hours away from "civilization." And I knew going in was going to be a little lonely for me, because Allan's working the football events at A&M all day Thursday, and we won't have our Thanksgiving until Friday. But Cate's my BFF, and her familia es mi familia, so I said, "Hell yeah, I'll watch the animals and house while you take a vacation, woman!" and so here I am. Because she'd do the same for me, and Christ, talk about somebody who deserves a vacation.

So! Instead of being a whiny bitch about it, I'm counting my blessings. I am healthy, still have my folks, WONDERFUL friends, a really supportive family, my own place, skills that keep me in electricity and groceries (mostly), a FANTASTIC boyfriend, and the rare ability to keep a flame of hope alive in whatever maelstrom might come my way.

Happy Thanksgiving, y'all.

p.s.: The Menu (for Friday) in case you missed it the first time. It's okay to admit you're jealous.

-Turkey (with coriander rub): Chef
-Mashed Potatoes and Cream Gravy: Chef
-Cranberry Orange Chutney: Chef
-Green Beans with Pecans: Chef
-Cornbread Stuffing (w/sage and chorizo): Chef
-Brussels Sprouts Au Gratin: Me
-Basil Cream Biscuits: Me
-Pumpkin Cheesecake: Me

Finally done with "Poppies," and I must say, I'm pretty freaking pleased. Original, sold; Prints available (size 11x14") for $70.

"Poppies"
Original 9x14"
Colored marker and India ink on illustration board
Time for completion: 350 hours

click for larger

Okay, as some of you may know, I draw full-time, and market the work full-time. Which means a lot of time sitting with my head over a board, sometimes 16 hours a day. As I draw, I can't listen to music because I get into the music too much. It distracts me. So what I do is, "watch" movies or TV on my computer. I've been on a horror kick, and I'm okay there, but I've run out of TV shows on which to get hooked. See, I like to do back-to-back episodes of shows, just *boom* click the next episode and it's like an hours and hours-long movie.

But I've run out of shows! These are what I keep up with (or have revisited), but have watched all of:

-X-files
-Bones
-Californication
-Dexter
-Mad Men
-It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia
-Grey's Anatomy
-Fringe
-Dollhouse
-House
-Dead Set
-30 Rock
-Arrested Development
-Big Love
-Firefly
-True Blood
-Angel
-Buffy the Vampire Slayer
-Heroes
-Sons of Anarchy
-The Office

I like linear story lines, although there are a few non- in there. I prefer getting really into some characters and it getting semi-dramatic, usually funny. Any suggestions? What's not on this list, is hopefully at least a few seasons old, or even not on anymore? (I watch all the L&O's, so that's kind of out; I catch up with them when I can. They're all pretty much the same, so...yeah.)

p.s.: No "24" or "Lost." Tried both, and I just can't do it.

Oh! And the Chef and I are cooking for each other on the day after Thanksgiving. He's got to work at A&M on Thanksgiving because good lord, the University of Texas Longhorns are coming to College Station that day to play the Texas A&M Aggies. These towns are so preemptively crazy about this event, you'd think the Pope was banging Cher on national television or something. Anyway, here's our menu:

Turkey (with coriander/something rub): Chef
Mashed Potatoes and Cream Gravy: Chef
Cranberry Chutney: Chef
Green Beans with Pecans: Chef
Cornbread Stuffing (w/sage and chorizo): Chef
Brussels Sprouts Au Gratin: Me
Basil Cream Biscuits: Me
Pumpkin Cheesecake: Me

YUM! WITH A CAPITAL F!

So last week I'm toolin' down the road and some dude pulls out RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME and I narrowly avoid a complete T-Bone with my already well-established ninja-like driving skills, saving my life AND HIS but clipping my van in the front and his in the rear, and long story short, my van got totaled by Geico.

I've had a rental car for a week, made arrangements to buy some friends' car, went to empty out the van today and pick up my check. But see...the Missouri title on my car says the following:

"Donna G****** TOD Adele S****"

The "TOD" is a cool little thing that the State of Missouri lets you do with your car where if I kick the bucket, whomever I designated takes clear title of my car. TOD=Transfer On Death.

So Geico says, "Whoa, wait a minute. We can only issue payment to the name EXACTLY AS STATED ON THE TITLE." And I say, "Whoa, wait a minute. That's clearly not a name, but a designation of "Transfer on Death," which means if I die, then my Mom, who does not currently own my van, gets it free and clear."

Geico: "But we can only write it out to the name, "Donna G****** TOD Adele S****" because that's what it says on the title.
Me: "But there's no such person in the world. Or if there is, I don't know her. How am I supposed to cash or deposit this check?"
Geico: "THAT'S NOT REALLY OUR PROBLEM. YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THAT WHEN YOU GOT YOUR TITLE WITH THAT NAME."
Me: "So my choices are to accept a check I can't cash or..."
Geico: "That's your choice."
Me: "Then I'd like my van back."
Geico: "Um, your van is in pieces in our back lot."
Me: "So before I officially even sold MY CAR to you, you went ahead and parted it out."
Geico: "Yes."
Me: "Oh my God, you suck."

So I have this piece of paper that I'm supposed to have my Mom sign as "Co-Seller" even though she's not, and I'll have a check issued to "Donna G****** TOD Adele S****" and send it to my Mom with my name signed as "Donna G****** TOD" and her with her regular name underneath and see if her bank clears it.

I even called the State of Missouri to see what to do? And their ideas were to a) Go ahead and try to cash the check with a bogus name, b) "Try harder to convince Geico that 'TOD' is not a name" or c) have Geico call them and they'd explain it.

All of which seem less likely a satisfactory solution than just giving them a signed piece of paper that means nothing, getting a signed piece of paper in return that means nothing, and putting said piece of paper into a bank where I might get back green pieces of paper.

Whole thing makes me want to live even further off the discernible government grid.

I'm working on this piece, "Poppies," which is definitely a departure from anything I've done previously. You can click the image for larger and larger, if you're interested in seeing how the stipple works in the coloring and shading.



It's relatively big for the process (colored marker and paint in stipple and wash on illustration board) and so far, I'm really digging how the fade out and focus in of the camera is representing on the board. Maybe two weeks to go? I'm about 200 hours in so far.

New piece for submission to the grant committee. Hopefully the whole ball of wax goes to them by tomorrow. I'm obsessively tinkering with everything.

"Nasturtiums"
9x9", marker on watercolor paper
$600

I'm proud every day to say tinywarrior is my very best friend, in the history of ever best friends. This might sound trite, but she fights the good fight every fucking day, at home and at work. Whatever it takes to save a family, any family, her own included, she'll do. Making sure all sides are represented, all evidence is carefully weighed, all opinions closely heard, all options painstakingly scrutinized and pared down...It's a potential nightmare of holding in one's hands the fate of a family. I can't imagine any harder job, in her office or in her house. And she manages it. Sometimes at a secret, dear price.

Some days I want to whisk her away to a tropical island and fetch her suntan lotion and frothy cocktails. In a totally non-gay way.

Go hug a prosecutor/mom today.

This is one of the pieces I'm submitting to the grant committee:

"Giverny Lilies"
8-1/2x11"
Stipple technique in marker on watercolor paper

It's for sale, $800. illustrationink@gmail.com

(Click x3 for large image)

*note to self*: Do not be nice to dogs by letting them hang out inside on a rainy day. They will pee on your stuff and poop in the pantry · And eat all the cat food.

I'm dog- and baby-sitting for Cate and John while they're out of town for a few days, and so far the kids are awesome, but dogs are covered in asshole. Just...asshole*.

Cuz see, Cate warned me not to let the pug mix and the poodle mix hang out because there's been bad blood there, and I'm not a morning person? So at 6:45 when Buggy the Pug was already outside, I let out Riley the Shitbird Poodle out there too. I even saw them sniff each other and went back inside for coffee. Except I'm only NOW getting coffee, cuz holy shit, I just broke up a dog fight. [Don't freak out, Cate. There's only a tiny little bit of blood and I think it's Riley's. I can't find wounds on either one.]

All I can think is that Riley said something to Buggy to piss him off, because Buggy was attached to Riley's neck in a way that can only be described as, "Holy SHIT! I JUST HIT BUGGY IN THE ASS WITH THE HOSE REPEATEDLY AND HE'S STILL NOT LETTING GO!" I sprayed them with the hose and all they did was laugh at me. They're snarling and growling and grappling and spit's flying everywhere and they're rolling around the deck in a unified ball of kill and the OTHER DOGS? All, "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" mixed up right in, on and around the periphery. BECAUSE DOGS ARE ASSHOLES. So I finally reached in, bent two fingernails and snatched Buggy's collar and hauled him off, and pushed Riley away with my foot. While I'm practically choking Buggy out, dragging him to the house, Riley's trying to sneak in and get in more shots. Asshole.

Oh, and I'm in a bra and yoga pants back there, screaming at the top of my lungs, "RILEY QUIT IT YOU FUCKING SHITBIRD GODDAMN IT MOTHERFUCKERS QUIT IT!!"

Total time of fight: One minute. With freak-out chill factor: One hour.

So yeah, lessons:

1) Listen to Cate
2) Dogs are assholes
3) Hoses don't work on dog fights
4) Water doesn't work on dog fights
5) My fingernails hurt
6) Dogs are assholes
7) When breaking up a dog fight, all kinds of crazy shit runs through your head like, "I hope neither of you motherfuckers gets hurt because I DON'T HAVE MONEY FOR A VET and if it's you, Riley? I'm going to smoosh your head with my van to put you out of your misery and tell Cate you ran away, and if it's you, Buggy? I'm going to look all over town for a weird Pug mix just like you, replace you with your doppelganger, bury you up in Pflugerville and then run away from home."

*And by "asshole" I mean, I'm an asshole.

This is my workspace, every day from approximately 7 a.m. till 9 or 10 p.m. Glamorous, no?

You want cute? I'll give you friggin' cute:

Me and my brothers, 1966 and 1967, in San Juan, Puerto Rico:

I just made THE BEST mix CD's for a friend:

( Soft, Hard, Mssr. Dancy-Pants. )

Today, I wrote twelve 500-word content pieces, and knocked this out:

"Blanche"

I just realized something very important:

Craig Shaffer is to David Boreanz



as Dennis Boutsikaris is to Ron Silver.

Only slightly NSFW: ( Stripper Shoes )

"Invisible Girl #5" ($125):


Plus (in progress) "Courtyard, Interior":