Galleries
1. Boucher, 2. Delacroix, 3. Manet, 4. Ingres, 5. Ingres again, 6. Ingres a-fucking-gain and 7. a drawing by me entitled “If I Never See Another Fucking Odalisque”
Found some old drawings. At some point a while back I got rrrreal sick of traditional “Odalisque” paintings and I made sketches for one of my own.
Never did make the painting; turns out contempt is not a sufficient motivator.
Ephemera.
What is there to say, though, really?
it’s getting cold and dark and quiet and I’m not okay, I’m not okay with this. so I guess I’m looking at holes and crevices and wells, searching for a place I can creep inside and just sleep away the winter.
behold
visual journal, november
i, procurator of holes