I decided to draw back into the narcissus painting with graphite when it was dry. The mineral spirits dripped nicely, I think. I dislike things intentionally perky, pretty. Like a sorority girl, tanned with bottle blonde hair and plastic body parts. The mark of a human hand was never even there.
Mama got HoneyBelles off Fortenberry road and I had gotten Clementines at the store. Florida citrus is so tangy in winter.
I've been doodling a lot since I ran out of canvasses home on vacation... this makes me think of the rainbow fish
And this was while I was thinking about my grandfather who flew over Burma and India and the hump in world war two... it's leading to something else that's already in the works. Thoughts thoughts thoughts, and my family tree. Hmm, and this little guy is from a dream my beloved Nordic Princess had. Composition is getting there, ish.
Productive vacation, suprisingly. Being sick has it's perks... no bicycle rides outside in the wind and cold sunshine, but paint strokes on canvas, okay? Okay okay!
