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One woman, lots of paint and hundreds of tiles. If you're here because you found a painted tile, it's yours to keep.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Andy just forgot


Nina & Johnny were due back from their two-week cruise. Andy remembered to bring in their mail, water their plants. He even watched all their movies … but he realized too late that he’d forgotten to feed the fish in their huge bedroom aquarium. Dropped Andy off at Waxy O'Connor's.

Friday, June 22, 2007

Swirly Strikes Again!


Swirly Strikes Again! was dropped off at Subway in the Gateway Shopping Center on Sunrise Boulevard. The story: Every time Lori a.k.a. Swirly passed a Wal-Mart, she went in and took three rolls of toilet paper form the rest room. She gave them to a neighbor who was struggling to make ends meet. Every little bit helps, she says.

Monday, June 18, 2007

Heeeere's Johnny


Dropped Johnny in Las Vegas ... the Cuban cafe with very delicious food on Oakland Park Boulevard near Bayview in Fort Lauderdale. Johnny, a former longtime investigative reporter, was having trouble adjusting to his new job. It’s not easy starting over at 55.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

No exposure


Meghan sometimes imagines how she would feel if her secret identity was uncovered and her art exposed to the world. She never, ever, ever wants that to happen, so she hopes the few people who know about her secret art project will never reveal her identity or talk about it in public, or loudly whisper "Did you hide anything here?" See that scared looked on her face. That's what she's afraid of. So shhhhhhhhhhh. Mary Tiler More, who creates the little characters left all over South Florida, doesn't want people to discover her true identity either. She doesn't wanna have to start all over again, find a new town, think up a new name for herself. So if ya know, keep it to yourself, 'cause it's a lot of fun to know a secret, but there's nothng special about knowing what everybody else knows.

Monday, June 04, 2007

Alphabet Soup


This tile was dropped at an undisclosed location in Fort Lauderdale.

Lorna was tired of her 60-70 hour weeks as a labelmaker at the factory. Nothing was ever enough. They always wanted more labels – labels for this series and that ... and they must be perfect – no misspellings or grammatical errors ... yet wildly creative. They always wanted more, better faster, now! But she had to keep her mouth shut, as she desperately needed those health benefits, especially the way she’d been feeling. She could hardly swallow and was worried she had cancer. When she finally went to the doctor, he peered down her throat and and said "Just as I thought – blockage. There are hundreds of little Fuck Yous lodged in there. "

It’s a very widespread problem, he explained. "As the economy continues to collapse we expect to see much more of this. It would be healthier for the words to come out on their own, he continued. But I understand why they can’t." The doc gave Lorna some pills and told her to call in sick or take them on a Saturday. She did and spent the next four hours hanging over a toilet bowl, throwing up what looked like alphabet soup … the same six letters over and over again. As she flushed and watch them swirl away, she realized how much more satisfying it would be to say the words loudly to the people who deserved to hear them. She began to feel better as she envisioned everyone throwing away their fuck-you-purge pills and standing up together and shouting "Fuck You" as loudly as they could.

Sunday, June 03, 2007

A snowglobe moment



Sometimes everything felt way too loud -- the talking, the laughing, the incessant whining and negativity. That's when Donna would strive to get to her secret peaceful place where words were plentiful and transitions dropped like Snowflakes.

Donna now resides on a cozy little fireplace-type thing at The Field, an Irish pub on Griffin Road in Dania. There's plenty of laughing, chatting and whining that goes on there, but the Guinness sort of make it all quite entertaining. The music's pretty good here, too.