This task, this 100 arts in 100 days, let me just take a moment and say this is nearly impossible. Add the expletive of your choosing. I'm actually mostly accomplishing the art of it, but haven't been able to do any posting lately. And I find myself without any valid excuse. Well perhaps they're valid, but also unoriginal. I'll be catching up by trodding along. Trodding can't be right. Trudging, perhaps.
Don't give up. That advice could be directed out or inwardly.
6.16.2010
6.07.2010
6.06.2010
15.100: once when we were trees (message)
watercolor on paper, 6x8"(i drifted away from the group, just a smidge...i found myself wanting to play with my regular sort of themes rather than pinging off the group. i'm sure i'll drift back soon.)
14.100: lemon jelly (great moments in cinema, #61)
watercolor & ink on layered vellum, 5.5x8.5"(i drifted away from the group, just a smidge...i found myself wanting to play with my regular sort of themes rather than pinging off the group. i'm sure i'll drift back soon.)
6.03.2010
13.100
it's difficult to explain
really, i shouldn't try. too hard.
imagine a dress, no,
a prison, or trash swimming through
sunlight streaming down
across between around
the bars holding you from it,
back away until the dress
feels less like an anchor,
but your skin, finally.
6.02.2010
11.100 (linear convergence)
". . . these lines, when extended, will all converge at one single point somewhere in space. . ."
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