It's the straw man who worries me (there's something vacant in his eyes). ; mixed media on canvas, 22 x 28 inches. The string series continues. * * * * * I have a persistent headache today ... caused, no doubt, by the oven cleaning that I've been doing on and off all week (C set it on fire last weekend, trying to roast pumpkin seeds ) ... the fumes and attendant stink. My hands are like old erasers. Even as I type this I'm leaning in, stretching my head away from body, as if distance will diminish the pain. Did I mention our furnace went on Tuesday? * * * * * C's been bugging me for a week to watch this : it's a Russian version of Winnie the Pooh. And man, it's a trip. Because while I have no idea what Winnie is actually babbling about, he does seem to be suffering from some kind of depression – his eyes are like little round discs of confusion and fear. Add to this the constant plunking himself down on the ground, the long monologues with the open
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