We can only imagine how life looks like when you see faces here, even in the most random places. Keith Larsen knows this struggle very well. This young artist has decided to turn his unique ability into art by creating these fun creatures with stories behind each one. Enjoy!
“Hey dere, you notice my teef missin’ But I’m just like you, I talk and listen My inner’s calm, yet I’m lookin’ crazy Push my teef when you’re feelin’ lazy”
“I’m tired of cleaning up after you. Whether it’s a mess you created, or something destroyed. My face is the solution, and I’m relatively annoyed. Sitting in the corner, like I don’t even matter. Until your klutzy self, makes a messy splatter. I have no more energy, I’m much too wiped But, I really mustache you, who created the quantum theory of light?”
“I’m just a bag takin’ a drag Greaser hair, pull string flair I’m not full of myself as I may look, I’m filled with your belongings, like pencils and books Give me a chance doll face, I’m not a cheater We’ll hold hands at the drive-in theater.”
“Ting tang walla walla bing bang. You’ll be healed by these words I sang. I’m a rusted rake, a trusted fake. Hiding behind my mask as you take the medicine I make. I collect all that is natural, dried leaves and all. Homeopathy is the term, if I recall. My tines are feathers, oxidized from the weather. Come to me, the witch doctor, so you can feel healthy and better.”
“Jovey McJupiterface is what I was titled. I’m your biggest neighbor, a surface over 23 billion miles. The heaviest of our planets, I’m known as the Gas Giant My eyes made of storms, cyclonic and violent. You’ll finally see beneath my clouds, there’s much more to know All made possible, by NASA’s mission, Juno.”
“Your door remains shut thanks to me. Twist my body for the hinges to move free. I’m Larry, the latch beaked bird. When you tried to be sneaky, my mouth is the click you heard. My face remains hidden when you do too. Open your door, to see the bird that never once flew.”
“Slow and steady wins the race. That’s not the case when it comes to this face. Tracking your time, waiting for it to expire The shell on my back being a parked cars tire. Your times running out, telling you is my purpose This is my role, as a parking meter tortoise.”
“There, there Philip, no need to be sad. You have a nice complexion and your pimples aren’t bad. You may not look appealing, but once they’re done peeling, they’ll forget what they were seeing. What’s on the inside is what counts, you’re not a dud. I’m your brotato, and we’ll always be best spuds.”
“I’m Ellie D, the amphibious illuminator. The frog that toggles on during a power failure. I’m not green like Kermit, and I don’t tell jokes But, keep me in mind next time the electric croaks.”
“I’m a dandy dapper dampener. Fires tickle my fancy, those are no match for me. Remove my monocle you must, for the water to flee. When it comes to parking, I know I’m a nuisance But when your dog pees, I’m somehow translucent. I’m a damn dampened hydrant.”
“A yawning morning monkey, yearning for caffeine. Senses not so keen, for this waking groggy coffee fiend. Hoo hoo ha ha, that first cup was great. That productive primate mode, we all can relate. Ba da ba ba ba, energy all day long it’s not gonna quit. Bananas and coffee, breakfast of chimpions, and I’m lovin’ it.”
“Love can open many doors We’re often used to open albacore. I’m Jan, and this is Fran. We’ve been told no, again and again Many against us, our life is a sin But in the end, love always wins.”
“I’m the drunk octopus looking to fight. Fear the left hook and the jab of my right. You’re at an advantage, my eyes are offset Yet I’ll surely win this one, I’m the safe bet. Even with six legs behind my back, this’ll be no match But I can’t leave this wall, I’m stuck, I’m attached.”
“Did you hear the news? Pull down my ears is how I’m used. Newspapers are what I dispense. Be up to date with your current events. Look at new gizmos and gadgets, clothes and jackets. Just about anything worth to mention. You can call me Yorker, your yellow news dispensing gremlin.”
“WOAH, all this traction can cause a fire! Braking so hard losing tread on my tires. I’m bicycle Rick, bearded and hip. Wearing my cyclist cap on every trip. I’m there for every drag, I love to race. But this is my face when I come in the last place. I’ll win next time, my bearings must be tighter. Remember my name, Bicyclist Rick, the astounded bic lighter”
“Eyes gaze upon you as you slumber Elegant crown, headboard lumber. Ruling the cold bed realm, casting arctic spells. Residing above you, in the room of hotels. Call room service to order more blankets and towels. Here, spotted Ursula, the magical Ice Queen Owl.”
“Can we talk about the elephant in the room? Or just about anything your mind consumes. There to help when you need the support No matter the baggage, no need to abort. Hooked on assistance, nothings irrelevant You will always have help, including this happy hook elephant.”
