I hate to say it but I think I'm one of the few people that really didn't care for those veggie-critters. I liked the composition, but the concept never grabbed me
I am loving the goldfish in the bag. Goldfish-in-bag has become a favorite image of mine since I bought a pair of pajama pants with fishes in bags all over them.
One day, on the bus to LA, there was this mysterious lady* wearing dark shades, red lipstick, and an obvious blonde wig. In her hands she carried a plastic baggie with a miniature shark in it. One of the most captivating images I have ever seen.
Later, we ran into each other in a dimly lit "Out of the Closet" secondhand store. Up close, you could totally see the adam's apple.
But you know what? He still looked pretty in a dress.
Anyway, that's what the "Wombat and Gears" painting reminds me of. Strange associations, I know. Sorry.
Poor Hellebore. Perfect illustration of the feeling you get when you've just pressed the wrong button or taken the wrong turning and you know it's going to take a good half hour to get back to where you were ten seconds ago.
I'll go for the gears-as-reference theory. Gearworld in the Metal & Magic pictures strikes me as a sort of hushed dream-place where you might see signs of people's presence (the graffiti in the green picture, say) but somehow never actually meet them.
I hate to say it but I think I'm one of the few people that really didn't care for those veggie-critters. I liked the composition, but the concept never grabbed me
Later, we ran into each other in a dimly lit "Out of the Closet" secondhand store. Up close, you could totally see the adam's apple.
But you know what? He still looked pretty in a dress.
Anyway, that's what the "Wombat and Gears" painting reminds me of. Strange associations, I know. Sorry.
While I'm posting, do you mind if I occasionally use this cute little guy as an icon?
I'll go for the gears-as-reference theory. Gearworld in the Metal & Magic pictures strikes me as a sort of hushed dream-place where you might see signs of people's presence (the graffiti in the green picture, say) but somehow never actually meet them.