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beasties, bedtime

beastie (don't be); mixed media on canvas, 8x8 inches, the string series continues. Not the best of luck with my photography here but it will have to do until I can scan.

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bedtime (good night); mixed media on canvas, 10x10 inches. And yes, those are matches.

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Two last images for Susan to choose from (for the group show). I'll let you know about her cruelty or kindness on Monday.

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  1. love those flying matches

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  2. Anonymous10:13 am

    Very cool, the bottom piece in particular.I like when you use your drawing talents into your paintings.LOVE the red !

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  3. I love them both...very intense!

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  4. Anonymous10:14 am

    I love your beasties, very expressive.

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  5. Anonymous7:49 am

    Your work is very exciting! I think Andrea should choose both!

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  6. both great- but if forced to choose i would go with bedtime- however i would choose the same in daily life. :)

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  7. I chose to spell choose wrong in a recent message I sent you. I thought your boldness was your way of punishing me for my spelling error.

    Luckily, the world does not revolve around me the way I thought it did.

    One question, how does Alina Chau do it? I gave up on sorting through all the bullshit years ago.

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  8. Really intriguing stuff. I especially like the string piece.

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