What a feeling: when you’re sitting at a breakfast table and someone shows you a perfectly absurd object. This pair of porcelain Siamese are back lit, shining on the red kitchen paint, casting an eerie glow over your oat groat.
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There is an art to the ink blot. There is a skill to the Rorschach making. It’s funny to see things in something where there was no intended. It’s magical in ways. Charlie, Dan and I improved our blotting skills. Note the distinct improvement between the first and the last of each one. Lessons learned, etc. The elusive line was acheived with a little bit of experimenting and a fresh eye. Some of the shapes are serendipitous. Cannot be taught.
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New triptych. I painted over two of the Counterfactual panels. I had to keep one. Turns out to go nicely with my newest inclination. I also had to add the version with flash because it seems so lighty. And poppy.
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Decorating for Yule Party. Thought of Thomas Kinkade, but more wispy. And deer.
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