the birth of the red figures.

old song, new belief.

BLAH.

men grow, plants go.

we know a place where no subs go. we know a place no spaceships go. hey! tererere-rereret no cars go.

BLAH.

stack and stitch.

it maybe not a fashionable piece of art compounded by skills and visions of a renegade. but having delusive technicolor dreams very now and then driven me into making pieces of artwork that are more then just figures in red, white, and black like the previous dusty. which then introduced me into a particular genre of art, which i am sure has been done by others, that i call stack and stitch. simply because i stack a lot of pictures on top of each other.

notice the new header? well, that is one piece of crap that was put down together by my own bare hands. not much, not even close to good to be honest. but then it was like done in ten minutes anyway, which then erases the guilt of the douchey aura that it brings up.

and so another ten minute piece of work:

if you want to call this crap, please do. maybe i’ll give a twenty minute shot on the next occasion.

BLAH.

dusty.

the only boy that could ever teach me, was a son of a preacher man.

BLAH.

sigh.

let us call it an artwork premier.

BLAH.