"Bob" A Little Box with A Big Story!

• Now here's the story about Bob. This box is dedicated to all the 'Bobs' out there. You know who you are.... You are the small orange goldfish who every 8 year old had to own. The one who lived with the plastic plants that never grew along with the horrible neon colored rocks interspersed with occasional goldfish turds they didn't see when they supposedly cleaned your bowl each Saturday morning after cartoons while Mom was vacuuming. Did they not once notice your need for a more muted decor? Did they not once notice you hated to constantly swim through the fake rocks with the fake holes only to later swim through the fake resin treasure chest complete with fake pearls opened up by the fake half floating mermaid with the yellow hair and big boobs you couldn't quite see atop your florescent rock carpeting with the never ending stream of bubbles surfacing ALL day and ALL night long? Did they feed you the same frickin' fish flakes day after day after day despite your kind requests for something a little higher on the food chain? Did small snot impacted nosed children with big round eyes stare at you in your thick glass bowl that they picked out amidst the barking dogs and background parakeet chatter in the store where everything smelled like cedar gerbil bedding even in the fish isle after they abruptly scooped you away from your other orange frolicking friends with the green plastic net and into a plastic bag marked 99 cents with a rubber band secured around the top for the bumpy journey home between juniors knees with the prepubescent hair follicles waiting to sprout as he repeatedly pushed his 'who knows where it had been' finger against your temporary pliable poly home for the ride to the new digs? Yes, this is for you Bob! When you died and were flushed to oblivion with little more than a few meager sheets of squeezably soft Mr. Whipple (remember him?) approved toilet paper gently laid across you as you swirled endlessly into goldfish funeral oblivion in the pastel tiled bathroom in the pastel colored toilet bowl with the matching pastel colored hand towels hung on the fake marble plastic 'guest towel' ring by the sink en-route to your final resting place---THIS BOX IS FOR YOU!! You've endured enough!



Bob The Itty Bitty TattooDream Box is on my etsy site
28.00

Patricia
TattooDreamer

Permission to Commission!

This box was completed and mailed to it's new owner. It's going to live in Florida! A commission through etsy.com.
I love doing custom work, so if you have any ideas that need a box to wrap around them, let me know!
These boxes are handmade with a lot of love and help support 2 artists who make their living being artists!

Art feeds the soul!
It feeds yours when you buy something handmade
and it feeds mine as the one who has made the art.
Art is one of the last things made in America!
Seriously.
As a nation, we import just about everything.
That needs to change!
This is your oppurtunity to make a shift in your life.
If you seldom buy handmade things - begin.
If you already do - continue.
The economy needs to move back into gear and this paradigm shift begins slowly.
The important thing is that it begins.
A shift in focus, in priorites, in passion.

I believe that is what art is all about!
P a s s i o n .
It takes passion to create it.
Passion to buy it.
Passion to use it and appreciate it.
Without passion..........we are shells of human beings.

Without passion, we lose direction and miss the subtle taste of colors of a sunset.
The hidden notes of gardenia or jasmine in the wind.
The gentle touch of a ladybug landing on our arm.
The sound of spring rain splattering across the last crunchy leaves of winter.

We miss more.
We miss the deliciousness of life.

So with passion and zest..........buy something handmade!
This diligent effort keeps viable the life of artists and the culture of art
this country so daringly needs.
Art is the lifeblood of what is good and important.
It's not a spreadsheet or a bottom line.
It's THE lifeline that connects us to who we are.
~The rain that feeds our souls.
~The passion that lets us become our best selves.

Wishing peace this quiet afternoon.

Patricia