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for illustration friday ... {late}

go let it go, mixed media on canvas (stretched, on a frame), 24 x 24 inches. The string series continues. I was waiting to put up something for Illustration Friday, middle of the afternoon and still no new theme ...

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Further to my election essay (last entry, below), we (the Canadian 'we') managed a whopping 59.1% voter turnout on Tuesday, meaning every third person stayed home to watch reruns of Law & Order: Special Victims Unit.

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And now from outer space: my friend Trish is a finalist in Microcinema International's MetaFest 2008. Tense and twitchy, this is one for people who like to listen to heartbeats.


Fugue - Directed by Trish Van Huesen - The best video clips are right here

Comments

  1. beautiful illo! I liked it, has an interesting weird atmosphere

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  2. As a total autumn freak, I love the colours in this.

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  3. perfect for today. I feel the tension.

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  4. Anonymous4:54 pm

    Really cool painting. Love how you use the strings.

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  5. Great painting!!

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  6. I feel the cool temerature you have created. Nice work!

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  7. Anonymous9:25 am

    This is really gorgeous! The touch of the red lips amidst the frosty atmosphere is really cool :)

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  8. has law and order taken over canada too? god gods, its on every other flippin channel for three or four hours a night.

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  9. What a strong composition! The breath hanging in the icy air is beautifully done.



    Also, I sure second the election comment- I swear everyone in my riding spent election day on the roof cleaning their gutters. I could SEE them from my kitchen.

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  10. I like SVU. Sex crimes are hot.

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  11. And...do you think Miss Chau has a personal assistant she sends to IF to give a little bravo to each entry?

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  12. Anonymous4:10 pm

    Looks like she could be underwater... but that steam is very deceiving. Gloomy piece and perfect for autumn.

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