Mulch

Here is a happy boy. His cheeks flush with the warmth inevitably brought on by thoughts about decimating your enemies with one wry thunderbolt from a Pikachu hellbent on vengeance. This is what fuels him and brings forth a passion within him.

These paintings were noodly little offshoots from a painting of a big Brussels sprout I made. The red added to dull my bright green from the tube into an earthy, forest mulch sort of colour. An appropriate cabbage-y colour.

Every time I use basic colour theory principles (like, in this case, mixing green and red, opposites on the colour wheel, to make the green become more dull and muddy and muted) I notice myself thinking it out really purposefully like a proud child reciting their times tables. I just can never get over how cool it is, you know, that some colours are opposites or partners in certain ways. It's good! I love the colour wheel! And I love saying to myself, "yes, these colours [wink] are opposite each other on the colour wheel, I am very knowledgeable and cool."

Anyway, I really like the muddy, leafy green colour. It seems appropriate somehow for the season and how cold it is. It's so cold now. It's glove time. Time for my hands to get all red if they are out of a glove for five seconds or more. So the muddy green and slightly dirty blood red are sort of fitting colours. Relaxing. They remind me of all the little tactile experiences of going outside in the fresh winter.

Here are some spaghetti-limbed friends. Love a wobbly, dangling spaghetti arm. Beautiful, aimless, wavy. All the best things to be.

And here is a strange moth creature, ambling foolishly through the underbrush, no doubt. Just like me.