May 17, 2024
i am. captivated by that painting , actually. the way you can see the abstractness in the rough brush strokes building into the shape of something that's perfectly defined as what it is but still sort of sketchy, a shape so clearly made up of other deliberate shapes. you can see how each mark was applied. and then there are the teeth, those fangs, so lovingly immaculately rendered that they could be photo-real. the gaping maw frozen forever in a primal howl of some emotion that transcends humanity. the insinuation of a thin white whisker filament catching the light. i miss my cat. i miss my cat. i miss my fucking cat.
