Sunday, February 8, 2009

re working....

I had some paintings laying around that I didn't much care for, so decided to use them for backgrounds for more red stuff. Also I tried doing a larger one, but it doesn't have the same energy for me.

After a week working down in Atlanta on the Turner Classic Movies set, it was nice to get back in the studio. Especially to get away from ongoing projects and broken pipes at home.

Today, though, is an early taste of spring. The birds sang sweetly as the sun spilled into my hollow this morning, and the air feels warm and welcoming in contrast to this cold week.




(the larger one)
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