"This is one race of people for whom psychoanalysis is of no use whatsoever." -- Sigmund Freud (concerning the Irish)
Nothing says Saint Patrick's Day quite like a robust spread of potatoes, cheese, and other indulgences -- most notably, a spunky red-haired dame with her legs in the air. I am including images of my latest creative distraction, a hand-cut collage mounted upon a gentle sunset of pink and gray. Note the frosted donut, an homage to the squads of Irish policemen rounding the beat tonight, trolling for pickled goons and bleary-eyed hooligans at the close of this memorably merciless winter.
Nothing says Saint Patrick's Day quite like a robust spread of potatoes, cheese, and other indulgences -- most notably, a spunky red-haired dame with her legs in the air. I am including images of my latest creative distraction, a hand-cut collage mounted upon a gentle sunset of pink and gray. Note the frosted donut, an homage to the squads of Irish policemen rounding the beat tonight, trolling for pickled goons and bleary-eyed hooligans at the close of this memorably merciless winter.
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| Above: collage of paper pasted on spray-painted 16" x 20" canvas with with pink and gold striped edges and Modge Podge glaze, (full view). |
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