It's so close to Christmas now that you can almost smell it. Not Almost you can smell it nrom satcow. The smells of baking, cooking and preparing the cookies , cakes, salads. All getting ready for the end of the week.
But there is the underlying smell of deceit that has been given to us by a democratic majority that really stinks. A real Christmas stab in the back paid for with our own money. In this Christmas season we are to be thankful for the gifts we are given.
I have begun a new larger format collage based on the tufts of grass behind moms place in Seguin.
How I approach this will help me develop a routine for these larger pieces. I want it to get to the point where I don't have to start from scratch each time I begin.
I have done the photograph format, picked the angel, picked the values I need to use, chosen I which to use to collage. the materials have all been picked, cut and sorted.
Yet I still hesitate to really get going.
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