Today was moving day for the art again, the first since late July. So I's moving all the works around and I realized, damn, there's one who's never made a show. Well, then. Here she glows:
Went to Houston for a minute & it finally rained while I was gone. The work caught a bird feather and some grit. Gave her a good massage with a rotary sander and oil paint.
She was more avian at inception. Now she's looking more existential octopus.
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