How about instead of shooting you I will steal the artwork instead?

I hate hospital artwork.  Not as much as staring at multiple bloody Jesus's dangling from a splintered crucifix though.... when I was in labor with Rowan I actually made them take down the crucifix, told them it was scaring me. LOL

Okay.  Deal!

 

Bad hospital work.  You'd think they'd pick cheerier material.  I looked at some of those paintings I photographed here and wince.  Not the sort of thing I want to see if I were healing from something bad.  However, I do have to agree with you about the bloody Jesus stuff.  Crucifixes do make me uncomfortable.  Last thing you want to see is anyone dying on a cross while you're bleeding.  Jeez!

 

My Aunt Madge had this glowing "open bleeding heart Jesus" thing that always gave me nightmares as a child.  She made such a big fuss over me screaming about it.  Even when it was turned off, I knew it was still there.  My mother moaned that I shouldn't be afraid of Jesus, but that image was scary!  It was the way his eyes followed you all around the room and that it was a hologram just eleviated it to so many levels of wrong.  Not only was it tacky, it was scary.  As an adult I still freak over stuff like that!

a hologram of a bleeding heart jesus.  that is scary. 

Yes.  They exist.  And it glowed in the dark with rays of red and green light behind the Jesus.  I thought it was the Devil!

I found a tshirt when I was at goodwill yesterday that made me think of you. It had a picture of jesus on the cross dripping blood, face contorted in pain.  It said  "I gave up Jesus for Lent and this picture is why"

OMG!  That's fantastic. 

I think you should make a study of taking bad pictures of your brother. You seem to excel at capturing bad expressions!

tylenol here I come. this darn storm front keeps teasing my head

I really could.  You should see the ones he takes of me.  The last time I helped him with housework, he took pix of me doing his recycling -- see, he previously lived in an apartment complex that had a recyclable thing that did all the box and bottle crushing for you.  Now that he longer lives there, he's gotta do it all himself, but he wasn't motivated and complained that he couldn't do it.  Since he's my baby bro, I took his word for it and tried to show him how to do it.  He was full of shit, of course, so as I'm diligently breaking down his recyclables, he reveals that he was just giving me shit.  So then he breaks out the camera and takes pix of me glaring at him. 

 

He never likes it when I take photos of him, so he has to "ham it up" for the camera.  In every picture I attempt to take of him, he's a bastard.  And the more I tell him that, he giggles himself silly.

 

I hear ya about the migraines and stuff.  I think that's why I've been a bit comatose myself!  But now the rain up here seems to be tapering off...

The rain finally hit while i was in water aerobics this morning. I had just had an hour of working out, a shower, a trip in the sauna, dried my hair. got dressed, grabbed rowan from the child care area. get outside and it downpours halfway to our car.

Just when I thought the rain was dying down, I went home and it downpoured halfway to the door.  All I had on me was my little bent umbrella...

just an umbrella? no clothing?  *grin*

Oh, my, now that would've sucked!

The thumbnail of your brother looked so mysterious...like a giant animal paw or something. I hope his hand heals soon.

 

Hospital waiting rooms are the worst, even without bad art!

I've been calling Mark "lobster claw man" -- seems fitting!  Hope he heals well, too.

 

Just about every hospital room with or without art makes me uncomfortable.  It's one thing to wait for someone else than wait to be seen yourself, I think.  There's this weird silence sometimes that occurs in waiting rooms.  You don't know whom to start a conversation with or who to ignore.  The art that was in the waiting room in the Marshfield clinic just made my visit there seem even more surreal!

Maybe he'll think twice about hitting something now. Being a guitarist, he should really take better care of his hands.

Crazy artwork. Nice of you to feel sorry for it.

Yeah, he was stupid and he admits he was, hence why he's getting a bright pink cast tomorrow to remind himself never to do it again.  In fact, his doctor was telling me that the majority of his patients are young men who get into bar fights or punch walls. 

 

It's one of those things.  I'm an artist so when I see bad art hanging in an unfriendly place like a hospital waiting room I wonder how the artists who created these paintings felt -- did they intend for their work to be there?  Or did they dream of something better?  Who knows.  Perhaps I think too much into things!