Yesterday I purposely painted the most ugly painting in my life. Shortly I'll be clear coating it, sealing the deal. Normally with an unappealing piece I can just cover it up with another painting, but this one was different. I liked it. While painting it I wanted to gouge my eyes out especially while laying blue against orange. It made me laugh. It was a great way to shake off a hangover. It made my head hurt worse and I'd keep laughing. Kelly got out of bed and instantly told me it was horrible, she understands my sick sense of humor and she had a laugh with me.
Isn't the main purpose of art to invoke emotion? Every time I've looked at it I cracked a smile so I knew it's art and I believe it's good art. Good bad art.
They say only a mother can love an ugly child, some would call me a mother right now, some would tack "fucker" behind mother, and this ugly duckling, my child is called "Thinking I'm Thinking Outside of the Box (is it bright enough Deb?)" acrylic on wood, 15.625"x25.75" and is $100.
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