but the call of the paint whispers on the wind of wispy sable hairs and for first time in about 3 years, i'm at my dining table willing an image to life with coloured liquids.
July 20, 2011
painting the old fashioned way
it's such a surprise to find myself with paintbrush in hand these days. years of chasing down some sort of cutting edge to etch my name into for the sake of proving myself to the ivory towers of academia and imagined collectives of sagely artists had led me out of the land of paint and treading rather gleefully amongst forests of circuit board trees and ethernet cable fern fields.
but the call of the paint whispers on the wind of wispy sable hairs and for first time in about 3 years, i'm at my dining table willing an image to life with coloured liquids.
but the call of the paint whispers on the wind of wispy sable hairs and for first time in about 3 years, i'm at my dining table willing an image to life with coloured liquids.
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