artist forgotten

One thing that is wonderful about being home is my blue room. When I first came back from London it was the classic pack-rat den; stuffed full with old magazine clippings and shards of poka-dotted tissue paper. One of my first missions upon arrival was to give the room a winter cleaning, and after two long days of hard work, I am happy to say that my little art studio is up and running. Since the cleansing I have sewn two new patches onto my quilt, but more importantly I have started to paint again; something I didn't realize that I missed. Here are my first tentative attempts to stain my hands in Blickrylic paint again.

Part One


Part Two


Somehow he became much sadder in translation.