Friday, February 25, 2011
Cow Horn Man
When he plays his horn, the children swarm. The five notes of the horn drift across the land and stir everyone's souls. Flies buzz, the adult settle back into their tasks, and everyone feels more connected to each other and the world than they had been before.
I finally started some new pictures, four in all. Is this mass production? I sat around for awhile two nights ago and made sketches, and then put the mask on. The next morning (yesterday), they were all dry, so I did the splatters with the toothbrush, and then yesterday evening that was all dry, so I rubbed the mask off of all three of them (one of them I didn't mask and splatter), and used the technical pens. I must say I'm a bit pleased.