I haven't painted in what feels like ages, so I disinterred an old piece of canvas and started daubing oil paints on it with no idea or plan in mind. Unlike doodling with a pencil, one cannot take oil paints for a casual ramble and let them completely lead the way and go where they will, otherwise I'd blame the paints for the colors being too sweet. Since I'm not a very good photographer, the colors in this post are more candy-colored than the original, but even the original's colors are a bit over the top. Still, it was wonderful just holding a paintbrush again and I hope to do another painting before this century ends.
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Crossroads
The sunrise was now far behind him. His journey was drawing to its end. The sunset in front of him filled the sky. The memories of things be...
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The old man sat down next to me on the dune. We watched in silence as the waves lapped the shore and I hoped he would not break the spell by...
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The sun was beginning to set by the time I eluded my final pursuer. Having a moment to rest, I studied my surroundings. I had never been ...
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There's nothing to this. It's merely the result of spending some time in the company of a pencil when neither of us had much to say.
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