Bar Bar Bar Bear-ians

Art in Progress and Fun Facts with Madge

Don’t judge these bears, they’re not finished yet. Thank you.

Hello, Friend,

I don’t have time for many words today as I am knee deep in a pile of bears.

So many bears.

Lions and tigers and…just bears.

Bears r Us

We Be Bears

Bear Necessities

Bearly Legible

Grin and Bear It

William Shakesbear

Thank You Beary Much

For Score and a Crap Ton of Bears Ago

Only Bears dot com

Here Come the Bearbearians

Fun fact: the word Barbarian came from the Greeks who couldn’t be bothered to attempt to understand any other languages and decided they all sounded like ‘bar bar bar.’ Goths, Vandals, Saxons, Huns, Picts, and everyone else were all called Barbarians by the Greeks. What a bunch of elitist jerks. Guess we have the last laugh now since ‘it’s all Greek to me.’ Ha!

Our Amish neighbor is spreading epic crap tons of crap across the street today. Much like the plethora of bears I am painting, it’s poopy brown. This must be the sixth poop spreading of the season. How much poop do those fields need? It seems excessive to me. Seriously shitty. Craptacular. Totally turdular.

Not that anyone asked me.

Also, it freaking stinks.

My brown bears will not stink and they will be far more colorful and adorable when I get to the next layer. This is just the underlayer, the background, the starting point.

No, really. I swear.

Oh! Swear bears!

Swear Bears: Really fucking adorable bears from Margot Potter Studios!

The backgrounds were a watercolor experiment that I tossed into the trash a week ago and then fished back out twenty minutes later. Sometimes I do things like that. Glad I changed my mind because I love them with the bears.

I Hate These Cards: A One Act Play by Margot Potter

I hate these cards!

(Throws cards in trash in dramatic huff.)

Wait, do I hate these cards?

(Opens trash can lid and peers inside.)

Maybe I don’t hate these cards.

(Fishes cards out of trash can hoping no one is looking.)

These cards aren’t so bad after all.

(Dusts off stray Cheerio)

…and scene

These hand painted cards will only be available at my friend Drew’s upscale yarn boutique The Bear and Fox Yarn Den in Allegan, Michigan. They have some really fucking colorful and adorable bespoke yarn and other goodies on their website.

I have ten more bears to paint. Then I must decorate all 33 bears, mount them to cards, sign them, slide them into protective pouches, and attach a Margot Potter Studios sticker to the back. This sounds simple, but I’m several days into this and I’ve only made 23 base bears.

I would never make it as an elf.

After I finish bears I have to whip up 33 fancy fucking foxes.

After that I need to make some wire jewelry projects for another client.

These things pay money, unlike this Substack thing which is a FT job I do for pennies. If I ever get caught up, I hope to offer some of my art and jewelry here which could theoretically help fund the writing efforts. Or not, selling my art is a FT job I did before for pennies.

But I digress. For now, I just have to finish some bears.

Bear, bear, bear. Bearbearians for the win!

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