Weebles Wobble but They Don't Fall Down... Really? Watch This...

People are just... weird. We're so odd looking. Then you throw in our personalities which are almost directly reflected by how we clothe and groom ourselves. Its fascinating! We are the ultimate paper doll with all the same "underwear." Not to mention the million different paper clothes cover-up options! All of which are based on our likes, dislikes, interests, mood, weather... oh its so delightful I could turn the most brilliant shade of fuchsia with my enthusiasm!

With that said, this delightful little diddy was inspired by my acknowledgement of just how cool I think winter sports enthusiasts are. My "cool" refers to how laid back and chill these athletes are, all while at the same time being utterly devoted to getting a decent amount of snow down ones pants. You can always spot a ski bum. Well, I like to think you can, or at least I like to think I can. Plus, I love beards. Ski bums have them, hippies rock them and if you know my dad - he's got one to rival good ol' Saint Nick. This was also a good excuse to do some goggles. I simply adore goggles.

"Ski Bum"

I actually did this piece a few years ago. I did it as a fun little doodle while in Lithography, and ended up painting it for the Art Students League Annual Art Auction. I was put in charge of organizing that delightful little event while simultaneously trying to piece together my solo show, but I felt it necessary to take some time and put a little somethin somethin of mine IN the auction. I made a little coin off of it... like $42.50! Not too shabby! Considering I only got half... that's right folks, 85 big ones.

So, back to Ski bums, and how to spot them. I generally find during my field observations of this particular breed of humanoid, that they have a very distinct swagger... I can't get enough of it. It's comprised of a lack of wanting to pick up the feet (probably from lugging heavy gear attached to their feet for shredding it), a natural rolling of the shoulders, and they are typically sporting a cheesy ass grin. To a novice bird watcher, they might think this a direct reflection of laziness, but to the pro - its clear indicators of complete awesomeness wrapped in blissful exhaustion.


Not only do these weebles wobble - they completely flip their shit. Sometimes going umpteen miles an hour 15ft in the air. They land, sometimes fall and eat enough snow to make 30 snow cones, and then get back up and hit the repeat button. I have nothing but admiration shadowed by a tinge of fear of these creatures. 

First of all, I have an enormous fear of falling down. Sure, they can design a toy with a delightfully round bottom that won't fall over no matter how tipsy its turvy gets, but put a little junk in the trunk of an almost 6ft tall woman and wobble her and you'll see a face plant faster than you can say Bob's your Uncle. 

Second, I abhor temperatures that fall below 50 degrees. Being cold is something I detest and something my feet are no stranger to. When you're cursed with the foot circulation of an 80 year old man, you tend to shy away from activities that immerse said appendage into temperatures that are less than desirable, snow falls into this category.

Third, I've never been on ski's, a board, snow shoes and the last sled I was on threw me into the side of a a very hard piece of dirt. Promptly ending my dreams of being an Olympic gold medalist in the Ace Hardware Crappy Plastic Sled for A Rocky Hill category. 

I think these snowy mountain top craving individuals can smell my snow sport inexperience when I walk towards them. So for now I'll just be in awe from a distance and depict them the best way I know how... in caricatures.

Cheerio!