The other day I ordered more wood canvases from that amazing, addiction inducing mall in the clouds and their bots responded by sending me a king costume in size small. Are they trying to tell me something? I wonder if this is a commentary on my self-image as an artist (size small!). As I still had stock in my favorite size of wood canvases (12x9 in) I wasn't annoyed by the bots error, if anything I was amused.
Later that evening as I'm lying in bed I decide to tap into this error and my amusement as the starting inspiration for a piece. Why not? Why not start from some random, amusing error that had no other consequence, and therefore, wasn't freighted with any emotions, at least at any conscious level.
(Picture of "The bots sent me a red king" after the wood burning process is complete and before I painted the wood.)
I'll leave it to you to look to the final piece and use your imagination, if so inclined, to make any judgements about my subconscious play. I mean what's up with all the threes and why is the birthday boy screaming?
"The bots sent me a red king" after applying paint. This was my first time using Dixie Belle paints and I really liked the color and texture of this paint.
