After about the fifth such sculpture, the other mole rats began to suspect that Roger was compensating for something.
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I CAN EXPLAIN!
Okay, it's basically the same explanation as the last time this happened, I admit. A recent painting I did garnered an otherwise fine comment, which included a caveat to the effect that the viewer thought I had gotten over the phallic rock thing.
Because I am a bad, small, petty, terrible, spiteful person, the overwhelming desire to paint a phallic rock RIGHT THIS MINUTE nearly flattened me. I had a half-dozen pieces of gessoboard, fresh from the store, and it took an effort of will not to do variations on every single piece (which, on the 18 x 36, might have been a little overwhelming.) This is an acrylic on gessoboard, 6 x 24. Because damnit, you never get over the desire to paint giant stone wang. Roger just sort of showed up, and something about his expression--probably a lot like mine as I was painting it--made me keep him around.
Now I just want to do a whole series..."Four Seasons of a Suspiciously Phallic Rock Formation" or something. Sadly, it'd probably be easier to get that into a gallery than most of my other work. Well, as long as I left out the mole rat.
Anyway! Original sold! But I have prints! $20, 13 x 19, very wide margins, obviously, but boy, will it liven up the conversation in a room. Drop a note, or visit [link]
nice job