Lindsay Lohan's arm manifests itself in a dream? Jokes, but WHAT is that wretched orange color, Holy Velveeta that's got to go soon.
Fare thee well and thank you in advance present in the works for my roommate, Nordic Princess Extraordinaire, who is to watch my cat son while I am putzing around the Pacific Northwest and France, that sweetheart. Modeled after a collage I did of Daisy and Duke years ago as dapper little creatures from the Roaring '20s.. Yeah. Cat lady status. So it goes!
Random chaotic entropy. Holler at Gorky and Miro!
Don't mind my hot mess of a room, but here's the big piece I'm working on that I've started to nitpick over already, hm. I mean, I'm loose with it, but the weensy parts I've already started with the nagging and killing the organic feeling of it. I think I'm going to go in with ink and then perhaps some spray praint and stencils once the paint dries. Maybe, baby. Maybe not!
