garb age.

what's that, neighbors?
you wish i'd paint more cardboard?
that's a weirdly specific request.
however,
it's just so happens that with our lengthened schedule at the studio,
i'd hate to be wasting my time for free in a place i don't feel like i belong,
so,
i broke out my cheapy-cheapster crafty craft paints,
and a brand new bag of throwaway brushes
(yep, busted up brushes, brought in by the bagful)
and i've been dipping and dabbling in a little bit of refresher-course-type
skill-sharpening coarse art-makiness.
and really, all i ever want to draw are skulls.
so,
without much in the way of sketching,
and less in the way of luxurious materials,
i have been occupying the here-and-there moments of the last little span of time
by taking small stabs at painting with poor-man's supplies.
so far?
so good.
check the red-eyed-grim-type teleport:

no?
oh.
well, i like it.
now,
for next time,
if i can get rid of some of the outlines and the blendies,
and ramp up the roughness,
so that it's cheap, coarse, and dirty,
i think i'll really be onto something.
a few finishing touches on this one,
and it'll be available in all it's upcycled folk artsy splendor.
in other words,
i busied myself with dumpster jauns from out the bin,
and you can buy it if you want to.
otherwise,
there'll just be more stories about cakes again up in here.
that's it.
it's early to work, today;
and late to come home tonight-
i'm spanning time expending energy in attendance at once,
in the place we all understand i'm being expelled from.
y'know?
whatever,
i've got lots of cardboard;
never quiet, never soft.....