Sometimes the perfect things aren't so perfect. Aren't so ideal. Aren't easily categorized or referenced. Aren't expected but savoured in every respect. Perfect.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
macro micro XVIII
charcoal, conte, and pastel
[6"x12"]
Sometimes the tip of our thoughts... the ones we can remember are just a tip of the iceberg. Two worlds that can separated in a viewable (above ground) and hidden (below ground) arenas. If only.
macro micro XVII
charcoal and conte
[12"x6"]
I wish I could contain these forms but I can't. I can't keep them still and the move constantly within their busy background.
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