



I do enjoy making these, and to me homemade gifts are special. Especially mushy!




I do enjoy making these, and to me homemade gifts are special. Especially mushy!


Could I start a new mush everyday with a morning cup of half head in your coffee cup, saying something obnoxious like …rise and shine?
I think that would be redundantly ridiculous! And grow old, but then I’ll forget about it for a while and not do any… and them bam! give you a dose of half head coffee cup man again! What do you say? Sound refreshing like a nice warm cup of tea or coffee?
Here is the first one and I laughed and laughed and said, did I forget how to draw half head? Because this looks like a potato head!

Have a ridiculously good morning!

In my yoga practice today we had to fill in the mantra I Create…now, as an artist of doodles (a doodler if you will) I could have filled in just about anything that is creative. I’m always creating, mostly creating imaginary scenarios…ugh..
But I went with what popped up first, developing intuition and all, so that was it. But it is befitting because I do create love. I think that anyone who has received a card(s) from me has felt some sort of love and appreciation. And I make them all personal in some way. And what is art if it isn’t a vulnerable side, state of you that stems from love? As hard as it is to show that side…I think I show it all the time really!
Well, I’m going to keep repeating my mantra tonight. Mostly to myself, and for myself assuredly.


And another half head coffee cup to end the evening.

Hiding in my cup of shame today.
I am no good today. Just want to hide for good.
Why is it that there are certain people in your life who can tear you down just when you are starting to feel better, to discover for once in your life that you are not trash? That you are treasure! Hah, I am a treasure not trash? Maybe?
But maybe you are the trash. Seems like everyone else believes it too.
Is there some way to keep the controlling manipulative people out of your life? I’d like to know… because it’s not just leaving, they will keep finding you. Keep finding your friends, your coworkers, everyone in your life to let everyone know you are trash. When you know that you’re not. But it doesn’t matter when you are quiet and keep to yourself. It doesn’t matter.
If you want to know what it’s like to be alone in life, have a bully in your life who will take every ounce of worth that you have in your body. Then you’ll know what it’s like to be all alone in this world. To feel like trash.
Because it doesn’t matter who you are. If you are a good person or not. It doesn’t matter. Because if they think you are trash then they will make sure everyone else believes it too.
So I’ll hide in my cup of shame today. Maybe forever.

I really dig the idea of the half head in the coffee cup. Sort of half awake, half there, the idea of being a little there but not really. Wanting to be seen, but also wanting to be unseen. Wanting to be visible, but also invisible. Wanting to get to know others, but also want to be safe and secure in my bubble ( of coffee) away from everyone. Does everyone battle these polarities?
I wonder when I’ll finally make them complete.

Half hiding, half awake. Hoping against hope I’ll be okay!

I feel not only half a head, but also completely turned upside down in a turmoil of my own thoughts. There’s no escaping them, they just hang upside down making absolutely no sense in the process. Ahhh, ohhh, eeehhh they flip and flop around in that topsy turvy way that they do. Until I’m together again I guess that’s just what they’ll do.
Catch you on the flippity flip!

Transform half head. Transform into who you’re meant to be. Not complete, but completely you.


April awaits us with half head and half flower! And ridiculous things like eating cake for breakfast because we wanted to. It must get eaten sometime!