Tuesday, July 27, 2010


Hello, (proper noun)!
I hope my (adjective) (noun) hasn't made you (verb) me.
Here's the (adjective) link to our website.

And here's a scrambled sneak peak at a couple of one-of-a-kind pieces we've been working on. . .

One of them will be available on the EHAG Emporium on Saturday, July 31st at 9PM EST, and the other will be available on Etsy an hour later. The one listed on the EHAG Emporium will be sold to the first person to request an invoice from dylancurry@msn.com after it has been posted.
Here's a link to the EHAG Emporium, just in case you want to go sniff around there early.
And while I'm handing out links, I should mention that Jo's blog is consistently the better place to look for all these time sensitive bits of info regarding our art. As many of you know, my newsletter/ blog does an excellent job of keeping you abreast of other important matters and observations of mine, like what is the most common item to be lost by the side of the road by motorists. It's cooler lids, in case you're wondering, with metal bolts coming in a close second. I have to stop myself from picking up these useful items and bringing them home. . .like a crazy person.

Monday, July 19, 2010


Hello, artists and art fans.
Here's where you'll find most of our work, which is all 20% through Sunday, July 25th.

Just email me for your discounted invoice with the subject line "Happy July", or just use the checkout system as it is and magically get a refund for the discounted amount within 24 hours.

We also have a one-of-a-kind piece on ebay.

My brother is back from Afghanistan and came for a visit with his family. My nieces love to play dress up, so Jo and I made them some crowns out of quilted muslin.

If you'd like a pattern for these crowns, they are available locally for free with the purchase of a cheeseburger. Aunt Joee was also the ring leader of craft time with the girls, guiding them through projects such as cloth flowers with glitter. I believe it was comedian Demetri Martin that described glitter as the herpes of craft supplies. Accurate.
We also went to a parade here in Sherwood. Apparently it's a tradition that goes way back, and is loosely themed on Robin Hood. I'm not sure where these robots fit into the story of Robin Hood, but I'm pretty sure we caught the lead robot texting.

I hope your week was as memorable as ours.


Tuesday, July 13, 2010


Hello, readers.
We have some new art on our website, finally. Here 'tis.

Our goal has always been to have something new each week to share on our website, but having to pack up and move to a new town made us fall a little short of that goal recently. Hopefully we're back on track now. We feel like we are anyway.
Jo and I went about setting up our new house from two very different perspectives. Since Jo is so visual, every knick and knack had to be placed just so before she could rest. I'm more auditory, so as long as I have tunes in my headphones, I'm happy to throw all our junk in the corner, leaving the rest of the room open in case we want to break dance or play lawn darts or something.


Sunday, July 11, 2010


Hello, everyone.
We're getting back to our roots this week with a one-of-a-kind piece up for auction on ebay. Let me present Alice and her Cheshire Cart. . .

And the rest of our art is on our website, as always. . .

We're pretty much settled into our new house here in Sherwood, Oregon. You know you're settled when you get up in the middle of the night and you know just where the light switch is. But then again, if you're waking up in the middle of the night, maybe you're not settled. It is hot here, and we don't have air conditioning. I haven't started to hallucinate yet from lack of sleep like I did when our air conditioner broke in Florida, but then again, that giant baby that rides his scooter around our living room might not be real.

Another change I'm trying to make in our new surroundings is a game I call "park the car." Basically, I try to leave the car parked and use my bike to run our errands as much as possible. I tried attaching milk crates to the back of my bike to store groceries in with limited success. Instead of breaking down and just buying a bike rack or a basket, I'm sweating out in the garage trying to screw together milk crates, scrap wood, and old license plates. But it turned out way too Sanford and Son, even for me.
Another do it yourself project this week was my head. This extreme heat will make you do strange things, and in an attempt to cool off, I tried to give myself a haircut in the yard with my electric beard trimmer. Jo had to take over at a certain point, repeating to herself over and over "Oh my God. . . oh my God." She still looks sadly at the back of my head, but I can't see back there, so I'm good.


Thursday, July 1, 2010


Hi, friends.
Here's the art. . .
Yes, Jo and I have successfully moved our lives, our business, and all of our possessions to our new home in Sherwood, Oregon. As most of you know, it's really quite tiring to sort through, box, and transport every single thing that you own. It's also dangerous work. My legs and arms are as bruised as they are tired, and I have used up all of the band-aids and begun making my own out of paper towels and shipping labels.

I took my first walk through our new suburban surroundings last night at 1 AM. It was a little different than my usual walk under the stars on a secluded beach. I wasn't out ten minutes before a spotlight fell on me from a car approaching me from behind. Yup, it was the fuzz. The spotlight went out and he continued up the street, until reaching the intersection where he turned on all his lights, did a quick u-turn, then pulled up near me and gave me the full blinding spotlight welcome. Hands out of the pockets and palms forward.
"What are you doing up so late?" asked the voice behind the second hand-held light in my face.
"I'm just a night owl."
"How old are you?"
That one caught me off guard, and I didn't remember for a second.
"Um. . .37."
"37? You look a lot younger. I thought you were a juvenile out past curfew."
"Do you have ID?"
"I do."
Eventually the lights got redirected, and my eyes adjusted to see a short, friendly looking Hispanic cop in his twenties. We talked about my moving there, the schools in town, and the festival coming up, until it was just another pleasant conversation with a neighbor.

So now I have to decide if I want to cut my hair and start dressing like all of the other joggers and power walkers in town, or do I want to keep my ID handy. If you've been reading these newsletters for a while, I'm sure you already know the answer.