“I had never understood my own poetry particularly well, and had long suspected that authorship is a dubious concept, and all that is required from a person who takes a pen in hand is to line up the various keyholes scattered about his soul so that a ray of sunlight can shine through on to the paper set out in front of him.”
from Buddha’s Little Finger, by Victor Pelevin
I worked a little more on this painting that I have been very dissatisfied with. It’s still not finished, but I’m a little happier with the direction it’s going in. I’ve included a before as well to see the difference. She still needs work….