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evening
today was mostly red(s) & black
it's funny. i had this idea i wanted to paint things; liked the idea of using a paintbrush to make marks in paint on paper or canvas.
in a very short time i've come to hate brushes. high maintenance without the love back. palette knives, squeegees, grouting tools and plain ol' rulers are so much more fun!
it's surprisingly difficult to get a red i like, though. crimsons, in any brand, aren't it. vermillions are better. "brilliant red" is hit 'n' miss. maybe it's all just a factor of price? all the paint i've used so far has been cheap, idk.
place your bets...
the day before, this old iron table was clear of any and all debris bar the inevitable bird droppings (it's placed under a tree), then...
this small wonder of random placement - seedheads and (i'm guessing) their discarded protective coverings (?)
TIL about the Minakata Mandala
http://www.aikis.or.jp/~kumagusu/en/mandala_e.html
from "The Dharma in DNA" by Dee Denver, professor of evolutionary genetics at Oregon State University: the mandala
"depicts an array of intersecting lines, sometimes referred to as a 'spilled bowl of noodles'.
in the diagram, individual lines represent particular chains of cause and effect; line paths are affected by the trajectories of nearby lines in the mandala.
Dense concentrations of intersecting lines appear in the mandala, which [have been] interpreted as representing multiple cause-and-effect vectors coming together under observation by a human being's mind.
other intersections on the diagram represented intersecting vectors that went unobserved by humans, representing the limits of human perception."
and i thought of this dandelion seedhead i photographed the other day :)
tendrils of nightmare creeping into waking life...
...or a thing i couldn't accept and felt compelled to alter
(maybe it's the same thing)
i have no idea where the lens is focusing here. this is my workphone, a galaxy a56, using the stock camera app in portrait mode; there seems to be no coherent pattern to the sharpness / softness?
hawthorn flowers
my mother's best friend always insisted these were a harbinger of depression; maybe May was a month loaded with unconscious traumas for her, idk.
Alt text is, once again, Lumo AI, asked specifically to describe the flowers for VIPs.
evening
would you like to see a tiny winged creature resting in a meadow-buttercup?
maybe this is like a telephone booth for this species to enter and exit the Matrix...
