You know, I haven't got a clue where to stick these. There's not really a category for "weirdly obsessive recreations of petroglyphs carrying utensils for no reason except that the artist thinks they NEED utensils, damnit." I guess it's...um...pop art. Sure. Why not?
I think these are out of my system. Mostly. Well, the one with the frying pan on fire might be amusing...
Anyway, this is a set of three 3.5 x 5 little clayboard panels. (Yes, that's Forkopelli on the far left...)
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"If you ever get close to a human and human behaviour - be ready to get confused. There's definitely no logic to human behaviour"
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My journey's over I'm standing on the edge
And close my eyes to this world of lies..
My will is broken it's the end of all my dreams
My soul yearns for the valley of the queens..
I love you... I mean, eh, your work. Love your work.
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You are the roots that sleep beneath my feet and hold the earth in place.
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~La Belle Dame sans Merci~
"She learned to hate her body because he said he loved it." - Jeanette Winterson, Art & Lies