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blanket weeds

escape, together, mixed media on canvas, 10x10 inches, the string series continues.

The IF theme this week is 'blanket', which is kind of like having a theme like 'pail' ... or 'headphones'. Anyway, stuffed animals (like the one in this painting) are very much like security blankets. Either that or I'm just posting whatever I like, regardless of the theme.

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Another weekend, another snowstorm (or blanket of snow). At least this time they sent us home early.

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On Friday night I was part of a wee poker tourney, about 20 people. I finished fourth, winning about $50, with the consolation that I made some very good reads, both on folds and calls, and was knocked out by the same guy who knocked out everyone at the final table, working a stack that allowed him to bounce back from several heavy beats.

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On Sunday, as a b'day treat, me and C went to see There Will Be Blood. This was a long, dark psalm on the nature of brotherhood, where the malevolence of the protagonist is fuelled by his greed for being the first and the last.
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  1. JO3:01 pm

    Love your blanket awesome.

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  2. Timothy Hunt6:42 pm

    Nice painting. I'll definitely check out your other string work!

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  3. Sarah4:36 am

    Well why not post what you want - so many others shoehorn other work into the theme...the snow looks awful.

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  4. Susan Schwake11:25 am

    i like your blanket. we have the same blanket of snow. except now i decided to go for a walk and the blanket is wet. it's raining and messing up our blanket. nothing is worse than rain on a blanket.
    oh gowannnn now. your blanket of weeds work. you are way to critical of themes. themes like rules are made to be broken or bent.
    ;-)

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