There were some knobs, so I gave them a hot bod to be on. I repainted her around three times as the first two times she resembled myself too much (according to other people) then I felt weird being hung on a wall some where, allowing people to see my knobs.
Acrylic on canvas with kiln knobs.
And THIS...
...Was my art room locker, a faithful friend, who I never cleaned, until quite literally my last day in the Bellingham public school system. Thank you for holding my sh*t together, locker.
czy to wszystko Twoje prace? są fantastyczne, rewelacyjne i bardzo bardzo dojrzałe artystycznie, super
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