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You know, I have a Dremel…

My mother is odd. And a brilliant painter. And a genuinely nice person, much more so than I am, but mostly a terrifyingly brilliant painter.

She has started a blog about her creative process. Interspersed with poetry in trochaic tetrameter assembled from sentence fragments about exploding Tricky-Dip, there is art that makes me want to cut off my painting hand.

Circuitous Route

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


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No comparisons, Morrie!

Your mother has her art and her ways, as do you.
You both have fans and people who love the images and words you create.

No comparisons at all.

I'd really rather you didn't.

I agree.

Please do NOT cut off your painting hand. They're rather difficult to reattach.

"My mother is odd."

Coming from you, I'm not sure if I should expect a perfectly normal lady or someone so odd that they border on genius, just through their oddity. =D

I kid. A little. However, considering that you hold her in such high regard, I can't see that I wouldn't, either, since you're definitely of the odd persuasion that I adore.

NOOOOOOOO DREMELING! If you have to lose a hand, do so in some way you can boast about later. "This prosthesis? Why, I got this when I lost my hand saving a busload of blind orphan nuns from zombie bioterrorists in Mozambique last year. Of course, I had to gnaw it off myself..."

*has died laughing* If anyone would...

While it might be interesting to hear how you'd paint with your toes and/or your teeth, no.

I find your art necessary. His Mind Raced is on the wall behind my computer monitor, because that's where it's supposed to be. That's where I've needed that work, and no other, to be for years.

I loved watching my mother make art. At art fairs, I adored watching people get caught by her imagery.

My art is very different. Mom was incredibly disapointed that I didn't do fine art until I explained to her that my medium is electrons. And now I watch my daughter do art that is as different from mine and from Mom's as mine is from Mom's.

You have at least as much talent as your mother. Your expression of that talent is simply a reflection of who you are at this time in your life.

As you go through life, expect your art to change as you do. And we will enjoy watching it unfold with you.

No, please don't do it! If you cut off your painting hand, I'll be forced to throw my computer in the abyss, for you'll be taking joy out of my internets! Please, please, please don't do it!

I like the stuff about Tricky Dip. The wordplay is fun. But to be honest, I like your art better.

Your mother is indeed a fabulous artist.
You also are a fabulous artist.
Beyond that, your styles are so different, there's no point in comparing them. You both make great art.

That is one heck of a lot of detail there! On the other hand... http://www.redwombatstudio.com/wpg2?g2_itemId=195 has a heck of a lot of detail, too.

(And http://www.redwombatstudio.com/wpg2?g2_itemId=717, and http://www.redwombatstudio.com/wpg2?g2_itemId=768, and http://www.redwombatstudio.com/wpg2?g2_itemId=1194 (I can nearly feel their feathers!), and http://www.redwombatstudio.com/wpg2?g2_itemId=217, and http://www.redwombatstudio.com/wpg2?g2_itemId=1018, and...)

So you leave that painting hand of yours alone! Or we, your fans, will be forced to yelp at you! (Also, you need it for typing. Regency Ninja ain't gonna write itself.)

Yes. Regency Ninja NEEDS to be typed. That is a book I would buy multiples of, to give away.

If I had a Dremel

I'd Dremel in the morning

I'd Dremel in the evening

All over this land . . .


You follow your vision, she follows her. And you both do so quite brilliantly.

Wait, wait wait... She speaks of her grandmothers in the same vein you speak of yours... and is as brilliantly, bizarrely witty as you. She's definitely your mother, and after reading through a bit... it... well... explains a lot. I guess.

In any case I'd love to know all of you in person. Then there could be tea, and hilarious witticisms, and intricately tangled concepts that emerge as brilliant cohesive explosions.

Yeah. I said that.

Talent, awesomeness, it all.
Very cool.
(as well as your own wild and different spin on things!)

i checked her out. i like you better. just a matter of preference :)

The pointlessness of saying this is indescribable; it is so vast, if pointlessness had mass, it would alter the orbit of Jupiter and re-arrange the solar system so we'd all be frozen in the Outer Dark, with last chill, sluggish baffled thoughts wondering how, if Art had not moved planets, Art Criticism had managed.

But not only is it a different muse, or gang of muses, it's a different depth of experience; if you must, if strange mean things with whips of fire compel you to it, make comparisons, compare her now to you in thirty years.

Ah, the oddity which comes with genius. You know, we're pretty used to that already. ;)

Her work is brilliant, but so is yours, just in different ways.

When my wife and I meet my daughter's friends, they look at her and say, 'That explains a LOT'. I surmise you are in a similar situation. We are proud of our many-angled daughter, and I'm sure your mother is equally proud of your unique and terrifying ways.

I think Cyrcuitus Roote would be a splendid name in the Steampunk genre.

Don't cut off your painting hand, that would make Kevin sad.:(

And you are a brilliant painter in a much different way.

But if you cut off your painting hand, how will you ever give us more of the wonderful adventures of Walrus and Radish?

Let your mother do her amazing things, and you do your amazing things. No comparisons necessary.

If it makes you feel any better, your art kills make me want to cut off my hands - and I'm one of the better artists in my circle of friends.

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