Sometimes you just start.
No particular thought in mind.
Just satisfying an urge to sketch…for therapy…to take the mind in a different direction.
And you end up with stuff like this.
You know those “Masters”? Renoir, Davinci, Michel Angelo, Durer…the really old Masters, not the most recent of them?
I just bet they sat troubled at 3:00am sometimes and did poop like this. Probably ended up in their attic and later in the trash…maybe even a direct hoop shot straight into the trash. Too bad. It’d be worth a fortune today and it would shed some light on the real person behind those wonderful paintings.
Not that I’m comparing me to them of course. I just wonder about them sometimes…whether they were like the rest of us.
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Don: tomorrow you should try something on the inverse theme of “lining the toe.”
Hee hee. Just a thought.
Hmmmm…I see what I can come up with.
Thanks for the idea Karen
Don, even when you are pondering the meaning of life at 3am, you crack me up. Hope you can take your toe and its line for a really fun walk soon.
Well ya know, my teachers never really understood me…
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