I made some little postcard-sized paintings with a small percentage of my great abundance of black acrylic paint (I have three tubes of it - three!) and there is just something about these weird little things that I love.
I want to imagine all of these paintings' characters as existing in the same universe. There is a small and angry bird, a girl in a graveyard, a friendly rock, and a bunny who has embraced his own confusion and sits clueless amongst the flowers. The skies are cloudy and the beaks are pointy.
Everything is normal here.
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