A collection of consciousness with a side of mashed potatoes
Coloristatura!Bravissima!I love the wet stuckoey effect in some of the colors at lower left.This one feels like an "end zone sneak" around figurative painting.Cuz I'm still feeling the pull of a female form in here.Maybe that's total subjectivity, but I sense a Matissean nod...I'm thinking of his reclining nudes.He fell in love with that swoosh of the reclining female's silhouette.Long before Nike."sadbrasi" is my word verify."After my fourteenth auto accident involving "that caribou," quickly followed by my seventh divorce, I knew what I needed to do. I needed to immerse myself in a strange city deeply embedded within an even stranger country--a country stranger even than marital love. And thus it was that I came to Sadbrasi...in the winter of my forty-fourth year."
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