Not even sure where the photo of the rust plate came from… what can you do?
Made from the pixels of, I think, a photo of a bazaar, and pushed and poked and twisted into something not unlike a dimensional collapse in the Brady Bunch family’s living room.
Or, you know, make of it what you will. Dig its cocoa hotness, either way.
Ugh — I’m so behind with updating.
This one is based on a photo taken near my house while sitting at a traffic light. If you look really closely, you can make out some taillights and the guardrail.
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From my sudden burst of activity last week (or was it the week before?). Debbie thinks it looks sideways, but I kind of like it on edge. I suppose you could hang it on the wall anyway you wanted and I’d be ok with that.
A burst of activity last night — and so this morning we have Squidgy Cotton Gin, soon to be followed by Squidgy Cotton Gin II.
More from the foggy day last month — and, ever so slightly a nod to my nephew Edward and his love of Mecha.
I’m not gonna say what this is, but it was a happy accident, and I absolutely love it. And in naming it so, I fully recognize that it looks a lot like a Morris Louis piece. And I hope wherever he is, he’s still making art with a spoonful of chaos in it.
More powerline craziness. Like the siege of London was perpetrated by powerlines, and not airplanes.
Sounds like I’m pulling names out of a hat, right? Yet another heavily modified photo from the foggy day photoshoot.
truth be told, I have a file on my computer where I keep a list of cool names, typos and phrases that I like. And I had to dip into that file this morning because I couldn’t think of a name for this one. Flying Cutoff. That’ll work just fine.