six years?

i can't really remember the last time i actually painted a picture of anything.
i'm thinking it was before i moved into the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
i mean,
i'm pretty sure once i packed up and moved all my stuff,
it sat in an organized drawer, waiting for me to get around to it.
well,
a snow day means anything can happen,
and the strangest thing did.
i picked up some of the old and busted cheap-o craft paints,
and found an even cheaper little bag-o'brushes,
and i busted apart a cereal box, and i got a little bit busy.
mmmhmmm.
neighbors,
check the teleport:

daruma.
yep.
our favorite little red bodhidharma doll of bobbleheaded zen buddhism.
now,
if only i could've made it look like it wasn't sent to the present from 2005.
ugh.
oh well, i guess that's what happens when you don't practice.
let that be a lesson to everybody.
y'gotta USE it, or else you'll eventually suck all the balls.
and that's not cool, man.
the thing is, i made another 'nother one, too.
the same subject matter, slightly different, a little fatter, a little ropey
...(it says rOpey, take it easy)...
but still so F*ing cartoony.
check the twice-as-nice-type teleport:

yep.
i dunno what's the matter, guys, but this is what's in there,
and this is the arthur-making weirdie sh!t that's coming out.
it's all really happening,
even when you're shooting for something that is undefinably NOT that.
damn, but that's the truth.
i'm not upset, nor discouraged, but i am surprised.
i though that this style of bubble-cheeked picture was all the way out of my head.
i guess there's still some remnants of original recipe albie rock imagery
still kicking around in the back room of my brain.
who knows?
maybe the materials dictated the depiction?
i've been drawing a daruma a day for a week or so,
but these were the first ones to be so cute.
awwwwwwwwww.
this is what happens when anything can.
-
dear snow day,
            thanks for the acrylic encouragement.
            ....kinda.
                                  love,
                                     xoxoxo,
                                          albie
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anyway,
i think i'd better practice a whole lot more.
there are textures and techniques i may not ever know, though.
i'm serious.
i prefer sh!tty markers and crappier papers and garbage-type goods
for making bad things into better things, but barely.
i keep it coarse, and i keep it real,
and it keeps me from getting too cute for my own good.
i'm living in the past,
but only when we're talking about $0.50 paint pots.
i do what i do, even when it's doo-doo.
this is it,
and that's that;
never quiet, never soft.....