Sunday, January 29, 2006

Glamour


Last night I had a dream that I was in my parents' house, in the middle of the night. I had a wind-up model plane that flew, and a little baby chick, which, through some bit of dream logic, was about to lay an egg of its own. Again, with dream logic, it was imperative that the chick fly in the airplane and land with the egg intact.

I set the chick in flight, and it buzzed all around the house. It smashed at high force into the dining room wall. I looked around under the table for smashed egg (or chick) but could not find anything.

Not a glamorous story, but its always fun to read the interpretations of others.

TTFN
-Tony

21 comments:

Joe said...

Flying chick... you must have had scrambled eggs for supper! LOL!

Raymond Larose said...

That's great! think the way you captured the topic in a magazine is a very good idea!

HARDWAX said...

yes-the airplane is your life,the little chick is a new possibility in your life,the egg represents a desire for this possibility to happen {hatch},your mind smashing it into the wall represents a strong fear and suspicion of a new way of being ,not finding chick nor egg smashed to bits or in any form-represents your mind BELIEVING it's ridded itself of new idea.
Or it could just be you did have scrambled eggs for supper. love your IF-really strange and beautiful

The Tart said...

Perfect. This is what all we chicks aspire to be. LOL

Lee said...

lol, I knew the aliens had to be reading something while they spy on us from their ships....did your dream have an alien?..great illo Tony :)

Majeak Ann said...

This is funny!Great design for magazine by the way!

Caroline said...

Very interesting you are obviously very worried about breaking something precious but not yet realised... unfortunately as you've told everyone the dream the spell is broken and you won't get your wish!!!

Great picture too - made me laugh! Not a magazing I'll be subscribing too...

Megan said...

So clever!
Really made me laugh...

The Unknown said...

Cool! Funny.
love

Anonymous said...

Can see you have been designing outfit of eyeball to go with my thong/flip flop dress! He needs silicon boobies on top of his head! With such an addition, open space love will work!

merlinprincesse said...

Yep, must be the scrambled eggs. Unless it's the sacrifice of a live chicken you made before going to bed....Never do that again. Always in the morning my dear!

Larry Lee said...

I love the magazine take on the topic. Love the articles inside. Very good.

Aravis said...

I like what other have said, but I'll offer another alternative:

Fears concerning your children, letting them go to find their own dreams and hoping that they don't get hurt along the way?

Or you just don't like eggs and have it in for them.

Great illustration!

; * said...

LOL....very funny. I have see this look many times...in the bottom of a sink at my favorite blues club...I thought it was art...alas...it was my reflection.

Good one!

Smooch,
The Tart

catnapping said...

LOL, I don't speak alien, so I wasn't able to read too many of the articles in your GLAMOUR magazine...

But the photos were fantastic!

String said...

Glamour is in the eye of the beholder???

french toast girl said...

have I mentioned that this is my favorite glamour entry of them all?

Jaimie said...

I love it! Glamour mag for aliens. super idea!

carla said...

I'll just go straight to the illo...I think you have a real winner with this magazine. Admittedly it appeals to a niche audience, but it is certainly an audience that needs lots of products to maintain its glamour, so you're sure to rake in a lot of advertising revenue. As always, Tony, you aim to to tease and amuse...fun:> BTW, as a Catholic school survivor, I enjoyed your post above.

TXArtcGal said...

What a neat idea!...and, I definitely needed this humor after a long day (and week)...

Tony Sarrecchia... said...

Tony,

Finally, a magazine for the little floating eye demons from Doom. Great job.

We are in the same position with our kids and CCD (except, for some reason, the call it PSR in down here). My daughter is supposed to be going for confirmation studies, but neither my wife or I are what you could call good Catholics anymore and our answers rarely match what her PSR teacher tells her.