Always thinking, wandering, slipping, into oblivion. I watch my feet, averting my eyes. Glitter catches my gaze as I stare down into the sun. Shuffling amusement, laughing, talking, brilliance bouncing off of the surface. Golden skies and rudabaga, fantasy and reality. Moving ever onward..........
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Oil on Canvas
I thought I had put this on already but I hadn't. I have such a huge body of work and I have a blog, deviant art, facebook and now I'm working on a website. And even with all of that I don't have all of my paintings (and other things) on the internet. This painting is one of my favorites. Sometimes I feel like I'm looking at my own work third person style. After a couple of weeks (or a couple of years) I look back on it and say "Maybe You were on to something Self". About a month ago when I was "90 year old grandpa sitting" I stumbled across the same type of painting style one night. I'll try and put that one on following this one.