Purple Cow. For a larger version and print, please click the image.
Slightly inspired by Purple Cow poem, but mostly created because cows are awesome and I love the color purple. Moo.
Also: you can find this piece and other artwork on Society6.
The other morning, I was watching Antiques Roadshow and someone had brought in a poster by Andy Warhol. I hadn’t thought about Warhol since the last Men in Black movie—where Andy Warhol turns out to really be an undercover MIB Agent (not much of a spoiler, I promise). So…
After coffee, I went upstairs and made changes to the portrait experiment I was working on. And the image with this post is what I did.
I haven’t been sleeping well lately. I kinda look like this in the mirror every morning, coffee or no. Fatigue is like a bad trip. Now that I’ve exorcised the sleepless eyes onto the canvas, maybe I can get forty decent winks.
Not being able to sleep is terrible. You have the misery of having partied all night… without the satisfaction. — Lynn Johnston
[Second in a series of vivid splatter paintings.]
Sometimes I make art. Sometimes I make a mess.
But whatever I make—it’s colorful.
“The world is your kaleidoscope, and the varying combinations of colors which at every succeeding moment it presents to you are the exquisitely adjusted pictures of your ever-moving thoughts.” — James Edward Allen
Wild is the music of autumnal winds
Amongst the faded woods.
– William Wordsworth
I live in a place where we don’t experience certain seasons, at least not like other parts of the United States do. Seasons here in sunny southern Arizona are: “too-damn-hot” and “bragging season”. That’s all. I mean, we get monsoon season too… but that’s not a true season. It’s just an influx of haboobs.
Luckily, we’re finally moving into bragging season. Time for the months when we can cheerfully call our sweater-wearing relatives up north: “Hey, it’s December and I’m by the pool! Whatcha doing today? Shoveling, eh? Bummmmmer.”
I don’t miss the snow. Not at all. What I do miss are the changing colors of the trees. Okay–and trees (that aren’t palm or mesquite or palo verde).
And squirrels. I swear all we have are coyotes and snakes.
Anyway… I’m happy about bragging season finally arriving. I’m tired of driving my car with oven mitts on (kidding–sorta). I’m really looking forward to the cold water taps on our sinks actually pouring out cool-ish water again (no kidding, the “cold” tap is always hotter than the “warm” one during the summer here).
So, what’s the best season of the year where you live?
Colorful and paint-splattered digital artwork I made today to settle my mind. Created with Corel Painter, with the encouragement of much Irish Breakfast tea.