Elevenses

This is Poemflit #11 in the Purloin Like a Poet series. Explore the world through thirty #APoemADay-s and thirty original #APaintingADay-s.Let our melting times not be remembered as mankind's eleventh hour. Art may soothe the savage beast but makes the elephant blush. I scribble , dribble and doodle.

I sculpt in clay for bronzing; paint anything under the sun; write children's stories and illustrate them. I read a lot.

When I'm not in the studio covered in paint; working on a new picture story; doodling cartoons, or reading; I reluctantly go to the gym. (In the basement, now!) Or travel to far-off places. (BC)

I once lived in a rainforest.

Once upon a time I worked as an engineer on secret projects. And also underground in a gold mine.

I have a lot of Neanderthal DNA. Relatively speaking.

I can wiggle my ears.

I have two cats.