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Goodbye DeviantArt:

I have had a very good run here of over 11 years. They were good times. You folks have been there to get me through some of the hardest times of my life.

You were there when I felt lost and alone over losing my job as an illustrator because we were just not needed anymore. You gave me a home of sorts when no one else would.

Six months later when the same newspaper decided that they no longer needed me as a photographer either and laid me off you were there.

When I found out that my wife was dying a very slow and painful death, you were there. As a healthcare provider you were often my only respite. In dark times you brought joy into my life.

When Joanne passed away you were there to help me remember what G.K. Chesterton once said. “Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed.” I have found wisdom in even the youngest of you time and time again. My Grief by bear48

You helped me round out my OC Raymond while realizing there was a real Raymond in my life and how important both are to me.

Raymond and the Ballistic Bottle Brush RocketRaymond and the Ballistic Bottle Brush Rocket
My buddy Raymond and I go out every morning and check on my plants. Most of the time this means he lays on the front steps just inside the front door. I do what needs to be done with the front yard plants and when I unlock the back gate Raymond runs out the front door and into the back yard where he cavorts and plays while I take care of the back yard plants.
The other day was different, when I went down the driveway Raymond leaped off the steps and crouched down between the hibiscus and the bowling ball cactus. There was a cat in his yard. Before I could do or say anything Raymond went dancing into the yard and cut the cat off from the street.
The cat arched its back and bristled up. Raymond stayed just out of reach of the cat and batted at it with his paw. The cat batted back. Raymond batted, danced and stayed out of reach as he moved across in front of the cat. Then Raymond danced backwards all the way to the far conner of the yard and s
  But as for Me and My House We Will Serve The LORD by bear48 Raymond storiesThere are lots of funny Raymond stories. Just today one of the feral cats got in the house
and tried to steal Raymond's food. Raymond and I were in the back bedroom so I could
get ready for work. Raymond who does not normally get on the bed by himself, leaps
onto the bed and runs across it. At the far corner her growls for the first time and
launches himself for an impressive flight into the wash room. As he makes the corner
into the main house I hear his food bowl go “ding ding”. I am in hot pursuit and when I
make the corner, Raymond is no where to be seen.
I call to him and he starts barking for the first time. I started for the front of the house
and Raymond backs out of our computer room so he does not have to take his eyes off
of something. The dog is looking at me and then looking back into the computer room.
His head is moving so fast that the tip of his nose blurs from view.
As I come to that part of the house, Raymond moved back into the computer room and
put his

Quest for the Fred Flintstone by bear48 Raymond Rebuilds a Volvo Roadster by bear48 Adventures of Raymond by bear48 Raymond The Weather Dog by bear48 Raymond and the Waffles by bear48 Lets go find Tahiti by bear48

In my very darkest times you were the only place where my voice could be heard An Odd Thought
An odd thought thought or maybe prayer? I had
My feet want to walk to where you are sleeping, but i shall go on living.
I will take the wing you made me.
I will take the many things you taught me
And Raymond and I will learn to fly.
and you listened.

You have held my hand as I found my way in a crazy world. You gave me a place to go when I was sad and lonely.

You looked over my shoulder as I brought “IT” life. It part oneThe origins of “It”
The navigator, Faolon De Louzac Silverflame, of the fine and upstanding Airship Iron Shark was out time traveling in hopes of amassing a delicious assortment of precious stones, golden bobbles, bronze bells and other forms of portable wealth with which to decorate her person. Mostly she was bored.
And as such the most fine lady Silerflame found herself trying to use her truly magnificent bosom to distract a member of the Beefeaters to keep the man from calling out to his fellow Tower Of London guards to help him with the intruder he had found in the treasure room. (And that is another tale in and of itself)
All she succeeded in doing was getting herself back into her time machine and as the man was raising both his crossbow and the alarm, our fair navigator simultaneously shoved the power control to full red line ain’t got no more and the destination controls to anywhere but here. “Go go GO”
After a prolonged and rough ride, our wayward
It part twoAs It watched raptly, Omar pick up the object. The candy was about the size and shape of a mushroom cap that Omar would use in cooking. “As always Michel, you craftsmanship and presentation are impeccable.” Closing his eyes, he raised the confection to his nose and inhaled deeply and slowly. “Oh meo myo, the bouquet is of the things that dreams are made of.”  With his eyes still closed Omar the Orange the ship’s cook, master chef and culinary artisan of the fine Airship Iron Shark took the tiniest bite getting just the chocolate off the outside. “Exquisite, this is so complex; there are layers on layers of flavors. There is of course the bitter sweet richness of the chocolate. But also there is a hint of smokiness married to the fruitiness.” The great master chef raised the candy to his nose one last time and inhaled before tossing the whole thing into his mouth and chewing slowly. “My dear, dear friend, I have held you in high respe

And yet again when I gave breath to life into Loof-Ten-it Spicky Of the Good Airship Ironshark. One Last Run by bear48   Chilling by bear48 Spike by bear48

You welcomed Omar the Orange with open arms and gave me a place to cook when I no longer had a kitchen. Who is the man known as Omar the OrangeWho is the man known as Omar the Orange?
Born Omar Britten, he was the eldest child and only son of The Oscar and Zylphia Britten. Oscar Britten was the owner, founder, chief engineer and manager of Britten Motor Works, the builders of many of the world’s airships and the motors and engines of ships, airplanes and such.
Omar and his two sisters enjoyed the finest of tutors and teachers that wealth and influence could find.
But all was not well in Omar’s world. About age five Oscar started to try to make a real man out of Omar. This included trips to the company’s iron mongers shop, a truly noisy and dirty place.
Omar had just turned six. He was “helping” in the iron mongers shop when his mother unexpectedly passed away. They lost Zylphia in the morning and Oscar did not tell Omar until they were getting out of the coach on the drive in front of the house that evening. “Boy, your mother passed away today. Please slip up stairs through the servant
Bear as Omar the Orange by bear48

You laughed at and with Honest Abdul Your favorite used camel dealer and exotic fuel salesman. Honest Abdul Your favorite use camel dealer by bear48

You cheered me on as I fought to stay in school and you applauded when I succeeded. Much of the time it felt like no one else was there. And the New Adventure Begins by bear48

You shared my world with me when it felt like no one else was there

Morning Hunt by bear48
  50s Retro Space Chick by bear48 Alert Alert Alert by bear48 Veeeemp Verrree by bear48

You were there with me as I took a Survivor’s walk and as I helped others that took a Survivor’s walk Walking the road
Walking the road
I find myself walking the road again.
One step.. On step to your drummer
Baby step and then another.
I have known loneliness much of my life
I have danced the solitary boot scoot
I have spoken the soliloquy played to none
I have seen history
My history consumed by flame.
I have let my freak fly to the sound of crickets in the night
But never
Nothing like
Nothing like this
I find myself walking the road again
With the different drummer
With the different band
Turn the radio loud, I'm too alone to be proud
You don't know how it feels
You don't know how it feels to be me
To walk in my shoes
With the different drummer
With the different band
People come, people go
Some grow young, some grow old
As I push six decades I wonder which I am
Maybe a little of both
Turn the radio up too loud, I'm too alone to be proud
You don't know how it feels
You don't know how it feels to be me
To walk in my shoes
With the different drummer
With the different band
Well it's all right, even if
I Have No VoiceI Have No Voice
I Have No Voice
I can not speak of the pain I have none
My innocence was taken from me
And yet…
That very innocence from telling you those very things that you won't hear
Please listen to me even though I can not speak
Hear me
Hold me
Know me

But now I have a new lady in my life and I very much have a new life. I have thought long and hard about this. I feel it is best for me to leave DA and put my time into rebuilding myself and my career as an artist.

My plan is to post this and wait about a week before I pull my gallery down.

I ask for your prayers and I promise I will pray for you.

Please remember there is a lot of talent here that needs to be nurtured. Look out for each other because if you don’t, no one else will.

Be kind to one another and be well.


John Streak and Ninja Kitty are getting read what are you doing.

Carving Time by Kyuubi55
Done by my friend :iconkyuubi55:

Sonic Submarine

Sonic Submarine Proposal


This is a proposal for an experimental musical instrument/sound sculpture. This was inspired by the work of Marilyn Donadt Percussion/sculptor/artist.


The Base


The base would be a simple piece of plywood laminated up to being around 1” thick and large enough in diameter to keep the piece from tipping over when played.


The Foot


The foot that would separate the main form from the base would be a piece of mild steel tubing. It would be glued into the center of the wooden base. It would be in turn brazed to the bottom of the resonance chamber.


Resonance Chamber


The resonance chamber is to be fashioned out of two stainless steel mixing bowls. Right now I have 16’ bowls but varying size of the bowls on future variation would be interesting.


All resonance chambers would have a sounding hole in the bottom front.


Later pieces might use two tank ends of mild steel to get larger resonance chamber. It would probably be better to weld these together then to try to braze them.


Central Post


Right now I have 3 variations in mind for the basic instrument. The differences between the 3 variations are primarily in the material of the central. All of the variations would have the central post go through a hole in the top bowl and be brazed on both the inside and outside of the bowl.


The first would use a brass rod about the size of my little finger in diameter.


Next would be a high carbon steel rod harden and about the size of my little finger in diameter.


Last would be a piece of 4” copper tubing


All variations can be played by by striking with a variety of drum sticks or mallets


Steel Plate


About the width of my hand up the central post would be brazed a mild steel plate, approximately 4” X 1.5” X 14 gauge, with rounded corners.


This could be played by striking with fingers, by striking with a variety of drum sticks or mallets, rubbed with a rubber ball, or it can be shaken.


Bronze Rods


In an arc around the central post would be brazed a series of tuned bronze rods.This could be played by striking with fingers, by striking with a variety of drum sticks or mallets, rub with rosined fingers, or it can be bowed with a violin bow.


Future experimentation


Future experimentation would be to take the base idea and add extension springs of 6’ to 12’. They would attached at one end to the steel plate near the leading edge on either side of the central post. The other end would be attached to a drum head.  They would be held under tension. They could be played by by stroking with fingers, bowed with a violin bow or by playing any other part of the instrument.


A variation of this would be to tie one end of the springs to a thin gauge steel plate in a frame. Once again tension would have to be held.


Adding guitar strings of bass guitar strings in a similar manner would also be interesting.


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Ronald McDonald Chair

Ronald McDonald Chair

If I was to name my chair it would be “Tortoiskopillii joyfully dances in the sun”. I hope this chair brings some child great joy and even on dark days bring sunshine into the lives of the people around it.

Like Pablo Picasso, I often search for the innocence of a child and a child’s view of the world and try to bring this world into my own artwork.

From my very large and sometimes very commercial body of work it is the more childlike work and the stories that I cherish  the most.

I have long been fascinated with the artwork and prehistory of the Native Americans of the Greater Southwestern United States. And of the indigenous peoples of the world as well, for that matter  Out of this love and my love of storytelling grew a group of characters that include Tortoiskopillii.

I have chosen to do Tortoiskopillii here dancing among many of his friends, the petroglyphs and pictographs found on the rocks and in the artwork of the indigenous peoples around the world. I made this choice because I feel that Tortoiskopillii dancing in the sun is a good way to bring Joy into the world.

I feel the petroglyphs and pictographs give the chair a sense of the prehistory and will encourage a child to ask questions about their world and to make stories of their own.

In coming up with a design of my chair I sat at my drawing board and worked.  While I worked, My beloved Corgi, Raymond, would lay on my feet and go to sleep.  More than once I had to get Raymond to move a few minutes and walk around because I would suddenly realize that my feet had fallen asleep.

My wife passed away Christmas day of this last year. Raymond was her service dog for much of the last year of her life. Doing this chair has been a blessing on my life because it has given both Raymond and I a sweet way to reconnect to the Tortoiskopillii character and the storytelling that my wife was at one time so much a part. This helped me remember the good times and helped me heal from her loss.

I have played Santa Claus many times over the years and I was at one time a professional clown. I used to take both Santa Claus and my clown characters to the pediatric wings of my local hospitals. Through this I met many families who were thankful for the Ronald McDonald House.

With my art work and drums I have supported the Ronald McDonald House for years and intend to continue.

as for me and my house, I will choose to serve the Lord,




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Goodbye DeviantArt:

I have had a very good run here of over 11 years. They were good times. You folks have been there to get me through some of the hardest times of my life.

You were there when I felt lost and alone over losing my job as an illustrator because we were just not needed anymore. You gave me a home of sorts when no one else would.

Six months later when the same newspaper decided that they no longer needed me as a photographer either and laid me off you were there.

When I found out that my wife was dying a very slow and painful death, you were there. As a healthcare provider you were often my only respite. In dark times you brought joy into my life.

When Joanne passed away you were there to help me remember what G.K. Chesterton once said. “Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed.” I have found wisdom in even the youngest of you time and time again. My Grief by bear48

You helped me round out my OC Raymond while realizing there was a real Raymond in my life and how important both are to me.

Raymond and the Ballistic Bottle Brush RocketRaymond and the Ballistic Bottle Brush Rocket
My buddy Raymond and I go out every morning and check on my plants. Most of the time this means he lays on the front steps just inside the front door. I do what needs to be done with the front yard plants and when I unlock the back gate Raymond runs out the front door and into the back yard where he cavorts and plays while I take care of the back yard plants.
The other day was different, when I went down the driveway Raymond leaped off the steps and crouched down between the hibiscus and the bowling ball cactus. There was a cat in his yard. Before I could do or say anything Raymond went dancing into the yard and cut the cat off from the street.
The cat arched its back and bristled up. Raymond stayed just out of reach of the cat and batted at it with his paw. The cat batted back. Raymond batted, danced and stayed out of reach as he moved across in front of the cat. Then Raymond danced backwards all the way to the far conner of the yard and s
  But as for Me and My House We Will Serve The LORD by bear48 Raymond storiesThere are lots of funny Raymond stories. Just today one of the feral cats got in the house
and tried to steal Raymond's food. Raymond and I were in the back bedroom so I could
get ready for work. Raymond who does not normally get on the bed by himself, leaps
onto the bed and runs across it. At the far corner her growls for the first time and
launches himself for an impressive flight into the wash room. As he makes the corner
into the main house I hear his food bowl go “ding ding”. I am in hot pursuit and when I
make the corner, Raymond is no where to be seen.
I call to him and he starts barking for the first time. I started for the front of the house
and Raymond backs out of our computer room so he does not have to take his eyes off
of something. The dog is looking at me and then looking back into the computer room.
His head is moving so fast that the tip of his nose blurs from view.
As I come to that part of the house, Raymond moved back into the computer room and
put his

Quest for the Fred Flintstone by bear48 Raymond Rebuilds a Volvo Roadster by bear48 Adventures of Raymond by bear48 Raymond The Weather Dog by bear48 Raymond and the Waffles by bear48 Lets go find Tahiti by bear48

In my very darkest times you were the only place where my voice could be heard An Odd Thought
An odd thought thought or maybe prayer? I had
My feet want to walk to where you are sleeping, but i shall go on living.
I will take the wing you made me.
I will take the many things you taught me
And Raymond and I will learn to fly.
and you listened.

You have held my hand as I found my way in a crazy world. You gave me a place to go when I was sad and lonely.

You looked over my shoulder as I brought “IT” life. It part oneThe origins of “It”
The navigator, Faolon De Louzac Silverflame, of the fine and upstanding Airship Iron Shark was out time traveling in hopes of amassing a delicious assortment of precious stones, golden bobbles, bronze bells and other forms of portable wealth with which to decorate her person. Mostly she was bored.
And as such the most fine lady Silerflame found herself trying to use her truly magnificent bosom to distract a member of the Beefeaters to keep the man from calling out to his fellow Tower Of London guards to help him with the intruder he had found in the treasure room. (And that is another tale in and of itself)
All she succeeded in doing was getting herself back into her time machine and as the man was raising both his crossbow and the alarm, our fair navigator simultaneously shoved the power control to full red line ain’t got no more and the destination controls to anywhere but here. “Go go GO”
After a prolonged and rough ride, our wayward
It part twoAs It watched raptly, Omar pick up the object. The candy was about the size and shape of a mushroom cap that Omar would use in cooking. “As always Michel, you craftsmanship and presentation are impeccable.” Closing his eyes, he raised the confection to his nose and inhaled deeply and slowly. “Oh meo myo, the bouquet is of the things that dreams are made of.”  With his eyes still closed Omar the Orange the ship’s cook, master chef and culinary artisan of the fine Airship Iron Shark took the tiniest bite getting just the chocolate off the outside. “Exquisite, this is so complex; there are layers on layers of flavors. There is of course the bitter sweet richness of the chocolate. But also there is a hint of smokiness married to the fruitiness.” The great master chef raised the candy to his nose one last time and inhaled before tossing the whole thing into his mouth and chewing slowly. “My dear, dear friend, I have held you in high respe

And yet again when I gave breath to life into Loof-Ten-it Spicky Of the Good Airship Ironshark. One Last Run by bear48   Chilling by bear48 Spike by bear48

You welcomed Omar the Orange with open arms and gave me a place to cook when I no longer had a kitchen. Who is the man known as Omar the OrangeWho is the man known as Omar the Orange?
Born Omar Britten, he was the eldest child and only son of The Oscar and Zylphia Britten. Oscar Britten was the owner, founder, chief engineer and manager of Britten Motor Works, the builders of many of the world’s airships and the motors and engines of ships, airplanes and such.
Omar and his two sisters enjoyed the finest of tutors and teachers that wealth and influence could find.
But all was not well in Omar’s world. About age five Oscar started to try to make a real man out of Omar. This included trips to the company’s iron mongers shop, a truly noisy and dirty place.
Omar had just turned six. He was “helping” in the iron mongers shop when his mother unexpectedly passed away. They lost Zylphia in the morning and Oscar did not tell Omar until they were getting out of the coach on the drive in front of the house that evening. “Boy, your mother passed away today. Please slip up stairs through the servant
Bear as Omar the Orange by bear48

You laughed at and with Honest Abdul Your favorite used camel dealer and exotic fuel salesman. Honest Abdul Your favorite use camel dealer by bear48

You cheered me on as I fought to stay in school and you applauded when I succeeded. Much of the time it felt like no one else was there. And the New Adventure Begins by bear48

You shared my world with me when it felt like no one else was there

Morning Hunt by bear48
  50s Retro Space Chick by bear48 Alert Alert Alert by bear48 Veeeemp Verrree by bear48

You were there with me as I took a Survivor’s walk and as I helped others that took a Survivor’s walk Walking the road
Walking the road
I find myself walking the road again.
One step.. On step to your drummer
Baby step and then another.
I have known loneliness much of my life
I have danced the solitary boot scoot
I have spoken the soliloquy played to none
I have seen history
My history consumed by flame.
I have let my freak fly to the sound of crickets in the night
But never
Nothing like
Nothing like this
I find myself walking the road again
With the different drummer
With the different band
Turn the radio loud, I'm too alone to be proud
You don't know how it feels
You don't know how it feels to be me
To walk in my shoes
With the different drummer
With the different band
People come, people go
Some grow young, some grow old
As I push six decades I wonder which I am
Maybe a little of both
Turn the radio up too loud, I'm too alone to be proud
You don't know how it feels
You don't know how it feels to be me
To walk in my shoes
With the different drummer
With the different band
Well it's all right, even if
I Have No VoiceI Have No Voice
I Have No Voice
I can not speak of the pain I have none
My innocence was taken from me
And yet…
That very innocence from telling you those very things that you won't hear
Please listen to me even though I can not speak
Hear me
Hold me
Know me

But now I have a new lady in my life and I very much have a new life. I have thought long and hard about this. I feel it is best for me to leave DA and put my time into rebuilding myself and my career as an artist.

My plan is to post this and wait about a week before I pull my gallery down.

I ask for your prayers and I promise I will pray for you.

Please remember there is a lot of talent here that needs to be nurtured. Look out for each other because if you don’t, no one else will.

Be kind to one another and be well.


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I made the Steampunk goggles I am wearing

I was my birthday present to myself

I really would go flying if I could

If it could be with 16 cylinders of supercharged, canvas and dope covered, amphibious, island hopping fury I would. Hopeless Romantic by bear48


I want to feel the wind in my face and have not much more that a well built kite around me Curtis Junior by bear48

Or just to race the wind in something I built myself Somday by bear48

such are the things of dreams

Be well and many blessings on your houses
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roundtower Featured By Owner 3 days ago   Traditional Artist
sweet guy is tired by little-one-girl
Merry Christmas, dear friend Bear, and all the best for you and yours! 

Nuria
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foureyes Featured By Owner Nov 7, 2018
Love Love Love Love Love Love 
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MrMadManiac Featured By Owner Oct 14, 2018  Hobbyist
Cheers for the llama...!
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SSatanChild Featured By Owner Edited Oct 12, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the llama! Have a great day/night!

(We'll miss you and your amazing art!)
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bear48 Featured By Owner Oct 18, 2018  Professional
thank you 
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SSatanChild Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
np
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Jimbowyrick1 Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
You'll be back.
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Onetimetwotimes Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2018  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you for the llama
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MissKellany Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2018  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thank you so much for the llama. 
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artlovr59 Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2018   Photographer
Well Bear, if you do go, I'll miss you, but as you say, you have a new life, so might want to make big changes.
God be in your road.
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