I started digging out our walk-in closet today. You can put an awful lot of crap in one of those construction weight black plastic bags, but then you have to lift it up. I was appalled to find that much of the clothing I was getting rid of would be rejected by Goodwill.
I made the mistake of going through an old art portfolio that I have been dragging from closet to closet for some forty years. A lot more crap went into the bag. Why do we keep some things?
Seems as if creatures real and imagined, dark views and riotous colors have always been part of my art heart.
This was our cat Moses. Probably the only time I've ever been able to capture a real likeness.
I started digging out our walk-in closet today. You can put an awful lot of crap in one of those construction weight black plastic bags, but then you have to lift it up. I was appalled to find that much of the clothing I was getting rid of would be rejected by Goodwill.
I made the mistake of going through an old art portfolio that I have been dragging from closet to closet for some forty years. A lot more crap went into the bag. Why do we keep some things?
Seems as if creatures real and imagined, dark views and riotous colors have always been part of my art heart.
This was our cat Moses. Probably the only time I've ever been able to capture a real likeness.
2 comments:
Sounds kind of like a "dig". Looks as though you've unearthed some goodies.
i love seeing your old stuff....its new to me.
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