Big fleas have little fleas / Upon their backs to bite them…
I've been up to a lot of things this February, work that I sadly can't show you: A CD jacket not yet official and an Ex Libris that will never be that public, so...
In order to keep some kind of general interest up I've done a few very small things, such as this small flea above. Ink and aquarelle on cardboard, not very large:
Sunday Flea, straight from the kitchen. It reminds me of a jacket potato? A hairy and very... ripe one. Among other things.
If you're neat and use a minimum of equipment, you may be at your lesiure and work everywhere. Small scale. So now one has to go microscopical to see all the loving details.
Another smallish but merry thing, which I've put in my quiet, boring surroundings; perfect for the purpose. Anything surreal that you put in it automatically becomes interesting.
Poor little Earth!
Just because I paint in a quiet and seasoned manner, it doesn't mean that there's nothing burning or bubbling, brewing inside.
Working title for this small work between assignments (digital, + hints of the same kitchen window that gave us light above) was Bottled Anger, but I have not decided yet. The details hint of something passive-agressive...
And that's all for this weary month...
And so cometh March...
...And so ad infinitum.
