11.08.2011

Day Three Hundred Thirty Eight

Oh, today. 
Another day of gorgeous, slow rain. 
Delicate almost to the point of being mist. 
I wish I had some kind of rig ready for shooting in the dampness-I would have spent much more time out in it then I did. 
Ah, well. 
Today's word doesn't go with anything at all...
so maybe it fits.
 
in-fer-no n. A place or condition suggestive of hell.

This sent me dashing down to the studio in search of a box of pastels.
I ended up staying down here, and am writing this atop the studio table from under a crushed green fedora. 



It was not my intent, initially, to include any sort of character in this. 
The original idea was simply a sort of large bonfire, rising to the sky in a cloud of smoke and ash. 
Alas, the pastels had different plants for me, and I ended up having to include this little...thing...so as not to be publishing what amounted to a red piece of linen paper. 

Who knows.
xx
r
 

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