I knew girls like Liz Dunn

Apparently the winter season is also the death of Analog and the birth of Digital (for me).  I'm too caught up in ArtRage to even think about completing the dead pilot whale.  I do hope I'll be inspired to do so some day soon, but with my focus returning to a current CG project, it's doubtful.

 

  

Watercolor brush, my new favorite.

So it goes.

I'm officially addicted to this program.  It's caused my analog projects to be placed on the back burner, so to speak.

- I can't stop talking about the new coffee machine.
- I can't stop dreaming my mind to pieces.  

Self Portrait.

My attempt at approaching a different style.  Not sure I approve.  Of this or the last post actually.

The important thing to remember is that my dream of Pj Harvey's music residing within a dying Aloe Vera plant, that I kept stripping away in order to save, wasn't real.  Even though it took me a good seven minutes to realize this after sitting upright in bed this morning, extremely confused.

Brian Molko was crying off to the side as I removed each molded yellow/green limb.   

Pluck.  Pluck.  Pluck.

Gifts.

ArtRage dabbling take two.