Tuesday, September 13, 2005

a study in confinement

This is what happens when you tell a boy that he can't leave his room because you're painting. He leaves the room anyway, but you give him a roll of painter's tape to occupy him for a few moments. I'm afraid to enter his room now. All I know is he kept sneaking out to fill up a can with water. There's no telling where all that water is now. It's just water, right?

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And notice the lovely brown pheasant chair situated behind the boy to the right? That'll be slipcovered, once I can learn how to make a slipcover.

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