As I've mentioned, I'm terrifically inert these days. I haven't been painting at nearly the clip I'm accustomed to. I've been spending my time wallowing in shit, I guess. Not literally. Although my room could definitely use a good once over. In any case, here is something-
I initially wanted to get down in good ol' paint and ink some things I'd done in msPaint. Not having something I can physically touch makes me feel uneasy. I've extended my scope in this endeavor to cover some of my old ink drawings. The laurel here took some time and taught me a few things in the process. Next up will be something from msPaint times. Either walrus killing tyrannosaur or mammoth eating unicorns. We'll see.
In other news, I've been recovering from goat skull mayhem. I've been looking at this deer skull I've got and trying to envision how the hell I'm going to mount it. It's too big for a bell jar. Probably another shadow box project. Might be nice. Might also be nice to stuff it into a bell jar anyway. In any case, I've got to get myself down to Paxton Gate.
And as I'm bored as all get out, here is a picture of the top of my cabinet.
Visible are a few relics; my recent goat cranium explosion, my third watercolor attempt, a magazine full of british 303 rounds for my old rifle, a brutal chopping knife, a horseshoe given to me by someone important, and hiding behind the lamp a tobacco pipe and a reliquary box containing a pheasant skull (best birthday present ever). I realize now that most of these items, lamp included, are of supreme sentimental value. I entrench myself in objects like that. I've got a loteria card in my wallet that will attest to this. I cling to things like this because I am such a goddam hermit, I think. In any case, I enjoy the hell out of this stuff, despite the fact that it makes my room look like the den of a murderer. Or an apothecary's lounge. Either way.