Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Fuming.

I've just been putting last touches on some paintings for the Morning Times show, courtesy of some Liquin. Man, is that stuff potent - the fumes, I mean... I can hear the CLUNK sound as each brain cell falls down dead up in the noggin. Whoah. I am fully 60% more stupid than when I began tonight. Ungh. Grunt grunt. Me make painting. Look at here. Ungh:
spring, 2009, oil on printed fabric, 24"x36", by Diane Feissel.

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