Phosphenes and patches of turquoise-infused light fill the chambers. Whew, and then some. I work in dim light. I cook in a dark kitchen. It makes others crazed to witness me at play. But it works for me. Most of the time.
This dark canvass that I need to finish is making me inept to some degree. A promised piece. "But I don't do this kind of stuff." Kid, ya opened yer trap and made a deal, so get on with it. And if I stay here long enough, chasing words around the screen, all will be okay and I'll feel like something was accomplished. More light at the end of this tunnel - next stop, Myopia!
A botanical print of fennel being done for a lawyer. Not the prettiest subject, but it is what it is - a tribute to a doggie of same name.
Does anyone know that the Italian for fennel is finnochio, a rather nasty derogatory term - like the nightclub in San Francisco ( http://www.queermusicheritage.com/oct2002f.html) with that very moniker? Seems that Prometheus also hid his purloined fire inside of a fennel plant. Odd.
Oh, Myth!
And back to the drawing board - or easel, as is this case.
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