fresh ink!
Combining my love of Karloff’s Frankenstein Monster and metalwork, Jess gave me this amazing combo of the two, replete with Burton-infused eye protection. Love.
in progress
Warm enough that I wouldn’t completely freeze so, after a failed experiment with TIG welding, I got out the MIG welder and started on this little pissed off guy. No clue what else I’ll add to him, but fuck me it was so good to get back behind the welding table. Anyhow, his body’s from a reel mower, arms are pipes from that fucking sink I took out last week to make way for the pool table that won’t fucking fit. Calming balm via sparks and metal. Thinking of naming him Lon, IDK. To be continued.
The more I explore painting the more I understand how it - like all other art forms, true, but I’m finding it especially visceral with painting - is about knowing when to stop.
