With all this SOUL SEARCHING I feel stripped to my bones. This small painting just captures a tiny part of it. It's not finished, or quiet right. I will keep trying...even though I should probably be scraping the snow off the roof so the foot of solid ice up there can try to thaw. Instead of worrying about the roof, I spend my days as an artist... conjuring my bed and I don't go near the front door except to admire the beauty just outside from it's perch.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
bed of bones
With all this SOUL SEARCHING I feel stripped to my bones. This small painting just captures a tiny part of it. It's not finished, or quiet right. I will keep trying...even though I should probably be scraping the snow off the roof so the foot of solid ice up there can try to thaw. Instead of worrying about the roof, I spend my days as an artist... conjuring my bed and I don't go near the front door except to admire the beauty just outside from it's perch.
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