Tuesday, December 30, 2008
The black cable-knit duster had seen better days. It was a cheap acrylic cardigan that I kept in my desk drawer for when it was cold. It was always cold. So, like a ratty old bathroom, I drug this duster around my office. pilled and frayed, the belt long gone, it was black and long and warm. That was, after all, the purpose. Had my Mother been wrong about everything not being a fashion show? But now, armed with a little Christmas money, I purchased a new sweater. Black, to be sure, and cabled as well. It was also cheap and acrylic but thick and warm. The belt stitched onto the side. Buttons! My old duster had no buttons. Already an upgrade. It had a shawl collar instead of a hood but really, outside beckoning for Obi Wan Kenobi (he's my only hope) how often did I need to wear a hood indoors? This was a time for renewal, after all. 2008? I'm so over you.
Monday, December 29, 2008
DH thinks that the girl looks like Kristin Stewart from the Twilight movie but that is strictly unintentional. I based her off of one of the first paintings I ever did but using a chiaroscuro technique. Well, I'm no Caravaggio so it's a kiwiscurro technique at best.