Quite as the title says.
As Paintstakingly isn't geared for Wide Angle, we'll have to take a closer look...
The figures, originally ink on paper, are filled à la collage with footage of the spluttery patterns that have formed on my very own (once blue) garb for heavy painting. I got it from my grandfather --- generations of splutter...
I don't like Wide Angle too much anyway -- it's merely wide horizontally, and very narrow on the other axis. And wide scopes (especially in movies) often seem to make up for narrow ideas behind them. But my memory is narrow too, so perhaps I've said this before...
As for the meaning of this little scene it's up to you, dearies.
(Speaking of narrowmindedness --- Now, if you do find my Industrial Chain Dance silly, take a look at industrial endeavours in real life: People who are threatened with their own extinction are thus forced into manufacturing stuff that most people don't need at the expense of their own health -- and the ensuing waste might lead to the extinction of everything living on this planet. It's not a merry dance at all. But to critically endanger all of nature from eight to five daily -- and yourself -- is considered natural. Sleep well.)
A shipyard, especially a seasonal, temporary one, is a special place. It's an entire little town made of ticky-tacky, with rows of makeshift structures of wood and tarpaulin, shacks where the boats live if they're large enough. (My dinghy stays upside down during the winter with a modest tarp sheet covering it). Dandelions grow happily in this mess, and they inspired the hearty jumble below:
The shanty town -- its ghostly, impermanent character, with some loose tarp billowing in the breeze, some sort of mirage, etc...
And last but not least, a closer look upon those very Yellow dandelions.
This little thing was made while I was waiting for some varnish to dry, as usual. It might be, sort of, the Kami of Lake Mälaren where we'll splash about. If we ever get done.
(From the work in progress, adding large washes before the details.)
I know that I've touched upon the subject of worker ants before, but aren't they fascinating? There were quite many of them where I was drawing, out in the finest of May (ink on paper, electric colours later). This one looks a little mean.
The insect assailed by the ant might be a Lesser Green Chequered Cogwheel Bug. (Now they exist.)
Poor thing. It is difficult to tell a Worker Ant that you have rights (or exist at all, other than in culinary terms) if you're not an ant and a worker. Ants are social, ants are good, ants care for other ants. But not for little green bugs.
