Bear and His Adventures

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‘cause they party while we sleep

thoughts on bears for inspiration. imagination. and clarification. 

bear bear. pictured above on the left was the first stuffed bear my dad bought me. into my stroller he went with size enough to hide my infancy. instant love.

corduroy. the other, came later. he reminded my dad of his own old bear, carried by the arm as a child - crookedly dangling with weighted feet. I did the same for years. 

every dream. every vacation. every sleepover. 

and still, they come on our adventures in nova. sometimes with friends.

i always believed my bears partied while i slept. raided the fridge, painted their faces, danced. filled the bathtub with water for a pool party. perhaps they climbed out the window and went exploring. built forts, played cards. took a nap. who knows, maybe now bear bear and corduroy drink wine and philosophize. read my extensive poetry collection. write letters or discuss the fate of the planet. the fate of the bear. and yes. 

i still believe it. 
or imagine it. or
live it. 


thedrunkbear shares studio time with oliverrabbit

and no. it's not about getting tipsy. 'matter of fact it’s quite the opposite.  2a for misconceptions and bear - stories you'll find at thedrunkbear.com will tell you. get drunk. bear down. is well, sort of like . .  get passionate. dive in. get happy. dance away. get creative. 

so. oliverrabbit and thedrunkbear got together and created 

bear. 
that’s right. 
just bear.

get drunk, bear down
read a poem and sew an adventure

Cheers!
Laura
thedrunkbear.com

 

Sew-cation Day 1

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Sew-cation Day 1

It's been a very productive sew-cation day here in my studio. I really should tidy up the mess I've made but I'm on the couch and my feet are up and somehow I think I'm just going to fall asleep right here after I share this post. 

I've spent the last several months working with wool felt, hand-sewing most of what I made. Today I decided to dust off my sewing machine,

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The Flying Bunny

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The Flying Bunny

My son, Montana, is an illustrative artist and my daughter, Laura, a poet. Not too long ago they collaborated on a work entitled:  Bunny Business.

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