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i am doing about two paintings a week now. which is alot --a whole lot. i am pulling wood out of dumpsters and just laying paint down as fast as i can. since we all know how rarely i give paintings away or even sell them this is a big deal: i traded a painting for a facial stuff. not a facial.
the painting had its own personality, like i baked a gingerbread man. it came alive and ran off. in no way was i meant to keep this painting. as soon as i finished the third layer it almost literally said "i don't belong to you. i will kill you if you keep me." so off it went.
now, if only more art work of mine would tell me that if i keep them they will kill me i could have a show.
dylan
the painting had its own personality, like i baked a gingerbread man. it came alive and ran off. in no way was i meant to keep this painting. as soon as i finished the third layer it almost literally said "i don't belong to you. i will kill you if you keep me." so off it went.
now, if only more art work of mine would tell me that if i keep them they will kill me i could have a show.
dylan