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A Superman from my digital painting times. Looks a bit cloudy, bit ominous, he’s still the goody though
Art I arted in 2010, the year my daughter was born... while she napped and in the evening. Was quite preoccupied with birth and babies, had a very traumatic experience, but had to make something out of it. The swamp moon woman has to be connected to it all too
Looking through old sketchbooks it’s funny what does and doesn’t feel valuable. These are reasonably articulated moments from late 2018, which does feel eons ago. Beagles, Sister Wendy and small Sister Wendy ghost
Superman beneath a mushroom, from that brief period in 2011/12 when I was very into spontaneous digital painting while my daughter had her naps. Didn’t care too much what anyone thought of them or what they were for, which is quite often my attitude really.
Morning from me and this painting from when my daughter was a teeeny tiny baby and we were watching telly