woensdag 18 februari 2009
There's a place your mother goes
When everybody else is soundly sleeping
Through the lights of Beacon Street
And if you listen you can hear her weeping
She's weeping because the gentlemen are calling
And the snow is softly falling on her petticoats
And she's standing in the harbor
And she's waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat
See how they approach?
this little painting is inspired by a cautionary song, by the decemberists. full lyrics can be found here, the song itself is on their myspace page.
what do you do when you have paint left? you make a quick potrait of any picture or person around. in this case, i painted an andrew bird picture from a review that was lying around.
i actually like the quick one better. damn.