#272 - Precipice Pear
6"x 6" oil on masonite Sold
“I am Lazarus, come from the dead, Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all” -the lovesong of j alfred prufrock
Yup, I've had enough of the wasteland and had my fill of prickly pear sandwiches. I finally stuck a paintbrush between my ragged claws and brushed out this rough (prickly?) pear. I won't let that much time go by again without painting. It's frightening. Like being so far out to sea that you get that panicky feeling when you can't see the shore. I started to imagine just not painting anymore. Things become things again instead of a kaleidoscope of color shapes. I don't like the wasteland very much. I'm definitely not building a summer house here.
Seriously though, thanks to everyone who missed me. :)
P.S. This week I'm a featured artist on the DP Café.