Month: April 2015

Nothing is more wretched than the mind of a man conscious of guilt

  

Medium: Pen & Ink 

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Abstraction of Truth, Pt 1

Apparently I currently only have the attention span to paint pots.  I have an inexplicable desire to call these something horribly pretentious, like “Abstraction of Truth, Pt 1.”  Also, I should have written down the names of the plants I got this year, because I’m totally digging some of them (no pun intended) and want to get more.  Although the first is very common and I know the second is a Creeping Jenny.  

   

   

Reminesce: (v) to recall past experiences, events, etc.; indulge in reminiscence.

In an attempt to find some disposable sketch paper tonight, I found some VEERRRYYYY old sketches from high school.  My favorite?  A newborn, delicate obsession with Jane Eyre that led to a hilarious but ardent attempt at a portrait of Charlotte Bronte.  Oh!!  No, wait, my favorite is Self Portrait aka Emo!Lori (second picture).  Ah, high school.  I miss teaching high school kids and the emo tears.

About 100% of these are unfinished, which leads me to think 15 year-old-Lori was NOT as disciplined as I remember her being…

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