No,... this is not a rant about the war. It's not even a rant about a real-world problem. This is a rant about a level of comfort that allows a person to drive himself insane over painting an anthropomorphized moon.
The person is me,... today,... from 11 AM til 8 PM...... NINE HOURS on a moon.
What the heck is an "anthropomorphized moon"?? Well,... (don't puke)... it's a moon with a face (ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, tired trash-pop-art-done-to-death-etc-etc----I know, I know). And yet, for the sake of attempting a contest winner, I,... someguy..., have stooped so low as to give it my own twist in a composition potentially destined for the highway (a billboard, ten feet high by forty feet long). Such a behemoth copy would be enlarged from my mere 7 x 20 inch original.
I NEVER enter contests, UNLESS THEY ARE FREE.... This one was, so I had an excuse to buy fifty-dollars worth of supplies to do my thing. I guess it's NOT free, after all. But, at least, I did not have to pay another fee, on top of supplies, just to get somebody to look at the result.
Anyhow,... as I said, "FRIGGIN' RIDICULOUS"--- to spend nine hours on a seven-inch moon. I'm such an amateur at this sort of attempt.
I did another possible entry. But too abstract. The first one was what I liked, but too abstract for a highway, I would guess, so I calculatingly tried another. More universal. More colorful (although weird pallete). I don't know what the hell I'm doing, until it's done and I can finally live with it.
And then there's the war. Aren't we lucky to drive ourselves insane over such inconsequential crap?
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