Tullycavan
Mumbling to myself while rain comes up the valley
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
The Strangeness of Atekumbo
Trying to find a way with Atekumbo. The sort of scatteredness of the marks reminds of the sort of paintings I made 15 years ago when I was feeling insecure after our move to the country. Today I like it, but find it strange.
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