impersonating mr. hoard at 110 and 120 lbs.

they made a deposit into the pit and are headed for bradford beach.

"how can you even consider modifying this masterpiece of mid-20th century architecture?"

in some kind of paradise, far from physical pain.

pet duck park at journal square.

the stairs are still working but it's strictly a once a day trip now.

another scheme for the downtown Y. JvM thinkin' i'm workin' toward a glory hole theme. here it is.

the blob told them to pitch the flowers into the sorrow pit.

got another shot at this one. always thought i'd get to collaborate with FLW, who knew it would be via a l.l. cook postcard? these late works of wright were obviously designed to attract and provide landing space for these interplanetary cancer-fungi, who will consume all life on earth. the lucky ones will go first and not witness the mass suffering, so go ahead and plant yourself in the nymph pond.

sam brought in a chair from the waiting room.

remodeling idea for downtown milwaukee. glows in the dark.

a beautiful blob landing pad.

his foamy muse.

this blob permeated this structure.

get this blob outta' your park, man!

feedin' off the power line, man.

commitment under the sign of the blob.

the domes now has a donor-support-level where you earn the privilege to get naked and climb the trees at closing time.

orange kitty and mind spiral.

flyin' off the tree into devil's lake.

big one that just sits.

getting in the water to evade the blob.

sundog blob.

now we've switched this to sunday to prepare to return to teaching. the patches last one week and are just over $100 each retail, the calcipotriene that goes on the foot cracks is $500 a tube! the insurance negotiates what they pay for everything though. crazy business.

dreams with ramps and elevator shafts.

from the archives. me and helmut with his favorite photo of all time by guy bourdin. taken by alice springs!

june newton as alice springs. JL photo.

helmut looks a bit sceptical here. JL photo.

blob in a sea of martini olives.

making friends.

mallard lake.

only real ducks allowed at this beach, not pet ones.

life imitates art in whitewater.

this sign invites spirits.

you can put a whole town in this sorrow pit.

blob narrative. no m.f. zombie form, really.

the ambidextrous one signing 20x24s.

they let me in to sketch this process. looks like some sort of torture device. for the orthopedically challenged it really is.

these militant nudists are taunting the lutheran bible camp kids.

getting up onto yet another of this state's very handsome rocks.

you don't want this thing at your intimate tea.

the view from the waiting room of the downscale pain clinic, which is closing this week. with apologies to caroline swiszcz. and what is the deal with pet smart? not that a kitty or puppy or an obedient duck can't make my heart melt but is there really anything smart about imprisoning a living creature for personal pleasure?

the blob is saving a jesus-martyr-type from self-crucifixion on the jesus-barn.

enjoying the company of an unusual rock form.

taking up with a blob after tiring of the rock. 
exit the blob.

a domestic blob-family situation.

made this artwork at age 19, could have just stopped here. recently excavated from a trash bag in my parents barn. the stim-U-lies were in between the creeps and hollywood autopsy.

this milk-blob helps make special buddies for all the cows.