March 26, 2017

And They Stuck Me Together with Glue

...I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.

But they pulled me out of the sack,
And they stuck me together with glue...

-- From Daddy, by Sylvia Plath

The rest of the poem is vastly more complex than this, and I can't say that I understand it. But the image stuck, and here we are; glued together, and not very well either.

The textures are all borrowed from the County of Småland (and my semi-vacation) but tweaked quite much; a wall, the bark of a tree, another wall, a Småland forest and even a wee bit of a local cat. It's a joy to go hunting for good textures (the iPhone did well enough) and see where they end up.

March 19, 2017

Green Space Being with an Orange Pet

No oil painting this week. My hands are resting in the quaint little County of Småland. Before that I made this little digital of some sort of alien with its orange pet.

I did not get around to making any Standard Extraterrestrial Backdrop, planets, pink volcanos before green dual sunsets... etc etc. I might pester you with this next week if I don't get any better idea.