Red Permanent Deep
August 4, 2010
I’m painting you a picture. An actual, on-canvas one I mean, not one that depends on your imagination interpreting my words. I’m not entirely sure why I’m doing it, or where you’ll hang it, but that’s the least important part of the equation.
It’s just a series of coloured lines, unexceptional looking, if a little garish; you’d get much the same effect from a sheet of wrapping paper (except that the lines would be straighter: I can’t draw a straight line to save my life, far less paint one). It’s just every line of colour means something , and I painted them all with love.
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It’s the love that matters. Always the love. For extra depth and a touch of sparkle, as if the paint were always slightly wet long after the picture was created.
o.g.
Love makes up for many a wobbly line
Awwww, thanks! When can I pick it up? Will it match my sofa?
Any time, and so far it’s pretty much guaranteed to match EVERYONE’S sofa.