Here are some friends. Relaxing, minding their own business, and maybe thinking about having a lie down soon, these pals like to recline in the meadow in pleasant silence. Perhaps looking at a dandelion gently shuffling in the breeze, or imagining a complicated fantasy about meeting Jason Statham in a McDonalds, who knows what they're up to. It could be anything.
It's funny, I paint so often with text that it feels noticeably odd to paint stuff without any words present. A strange feeling. It just makes it fundamentally different somehow. And that makes me think that maybe I should paint things more often that can just speak for themselves visually.
A little silence might be nice.
Here's a dog.
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