so i havent posted anything on here for about a week. ive been working every day, but watercolor is such a tricky medium, i feel like ive done nothing but crap. i got a break last night though and was satisfied with what i produced at the end of the night. but ive been troubled lately, lots of crap on my mind, crazy words from my wife far away, and a big rock i can't possibly move. for some reason ive got this notion of a whipping boy in my head. that, along with greek kouroi, which i discovered in school. i wrote about my son and the neighborhood kids last week, kids are great at forgetting and moving on and everyone has been getting along fine, but ive still been thinking about bullies and their victims, especially after this one kid who i witnessed getting shoved around by the perpetrator shouted at me one night that the perpetrator wasn't a bully. except his mouth wouldnt let him say it right and he kept getting all tongue twisted. these are all minor dramas that fit into these broader existential vessels i fashion out of my figures. which doesn't explain a whole lot for the gentle reader (not that i have any) but there the work stands.
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