Smithereens II:

Some lovely ladies came over and gave me a hand sanding back the eggs.

Here's some of the marks we made.

Smithereens:

Swatches:

"And he gave to the forsaken, All from the rich he had taken."

Crimson Mountain.

The no context game now has multiple players. 

Shit's getting real, yo.

Science sucks.

Colour Palette:

I took one of my instax camera's down to berry and played around with various settings such as the double exposure.

The instax pictures will help us decide this years colour palette selection.

Let the painting begin!

In limbs and joints.

Some prelim sketches that we're currently working on.

Dance.

These past two weeks I've felt almost the whole spectrum of emotions,
So this morning I took my "shoes" for a dance. 

Quick Sketch:

Despite the organic nature of the "eggs", I still feel a compulsion to sand them back before adhering both sides together.

I love the marks that come onto the sandpaper from the chalk, 

You can barely see it but I tried sketching some eggshells onto the top of the chalk / sandpaper.

The Song of the Rotten Bridge.
Deep is the abyss, son, 
I see the weak bridge sway
But it's not for us, son, 
To choose the way.

The way I know
Is the one you must tread,
And all you will eat 
Is my bit of bread.

Of every four pieces you shall have three.

- Bertolt Brecht ( The Caucasian Chalk Circle)