Creative Chaos Aficionado Pillows

'It's called 'Oh Bugger It!' if you must know!'

"Good" "Bad" "Work on it" "Keep working - maybe it's not as bad as you think it is" "Put it to a committee" "Give up" "Make it worse" "Make it better" "Still a bad idea" "Overthink it" "Throw yourself into a pit of wild badgers" "Throw it away" "Call it done" "Sigh."

Face painting.

'Look, Dad, I made a pair of boots out of your chest waders.'

'Marm doesn't understand, 'I've got it, I've got it'.'

"There's lots of things in my life I absolutely needed to put in, and now there's lots of things in my life I absolutely need to get out."

“Pottery Classes – Give it a Whirl!”

Full work boxes: 'IN and MORE IN'.

"And I suppose cleaning up after yourself just once would in some way stifle your precious creativity."

'Your manuscript was delicious.'

"It was a mistake to let the children chose their own instruments for the new music class...I have eleven cymbals, and Billy Fitzgerald chose the bagpipes!"

Falling for art

"I couldn't find any box filler so I shredded those tax documents on your desk."

Speech - no, he's going to ask his boss for a rise.

A Cartoonist's and a Sculptor's File Cabinets.

'Maybe if you cut off an ear it would look better.'

"Too busy."

Paint fight art!

"They're love poems alright, but he cuts up the lines, throws them in the air and reassembles them randomly..."

'Hi Honey! I wanted to thank you for taking the baby to day care this morning!'

"Your room is exactly as you left it."

The terrible 2's. It was an awful stage.

'Well, what office doesn't have a little mess.'

'It's a miracle the way he keeps his desk so clean.'

"Don't let the organized desk fool you. I have no idea where my computer files are."

Drawing board disaster.

'I can't find my key.'

'Fenton, is your filing system based on the Chaos Theory and entropy?'

"The good news is I've cleaned up my office. The bad news is I think I threw out my computer."

'Be patient. I'll grow out of it.'

'Thursday is out - I got my anger-management class.'

Photocopying his ass was not as easy as he'd been led to believe.

"Where is Master going? Well, today is Young Mistress' fifth birthday party, so logic dictates he's going fishing. . ."

"Mijo, just do what you always do before you write a paper...it's obviously working!"

'Well, you told me not to walk through the kitchen in muddy boots!'