it brings me joy.
so i worked ALL day today. got up at six. worked from eight to five. ran around a Jmart all freaking day. got home--and dad's mowed the lawn--and my garden.
just couldn't leave well enough alone.
so i see this gnarled scratched half-eaten immature lumina pumpkin. the poor guy (actually pumpkins are biologically FEMALE, did you know?) is still green, just starting to turn pale white, and has all these scratches and claw marks in his side.
no saving him now, his vine's been severed. I ripped it off and hurled it across the garden. that just made things worse--he cracked.
i picked him up and got a kind of spark.
i don't have the heart to toss him in the empty lot next door or throw him out in the cans--I'm going to resurrect this pumpkin into a symbol of my internal farmer's frustration:
he's a zombie.
(click for detail.)
amazing what you can do with some misplaced frustration, an xacto-knife, some pumpkin seeds (the seeds i could pull out of his eye socket were too fresh and immature, they didn't look right--so i used edible health-food ones) and a box of liquid and gel food coloring. that's an unripe roma tomato in his mouth fixed with a broken toothpick.
poor guy was so young he wasn't even orange inside, yet--i painted his cracks. it was like carving a honeydew.
i wanted to make his nose and upside-down triangle, but while having an argument with my sister as to whether or not jack o'lanterns noses are pointed up or down, i subconsciously did it wrong.
the pictures don't do it justice, he really looks diseased and violent in real life. i'm very proud.
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