I had an art call (i.e., a painting and chatting video call) with my sister recently, during which I attempted a painting way beyond my drawing abilities. Oddly, all the strange, squashed dynamics ended up pleasing me in the end. A limbs akimbo, half-faced writer wedged into a cramped space with a typewriter seems like an apt visual metaphor for the psychological discomforts of the writing life.
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| "The Writer's Life" acrylic on paper |
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