I’ve just spent a week in portugal working on my tan, my liver damage and a new style of art. In the little town of Tavira, the buildings are wrapped in the most beautiful tiles, top to bottom, like no where I’ve seen before. combine that with the arts festival i found myself in the middle of and I had no choice but to buy a sketchbook and try some new stuff. I’ve always loved really elaborate and decorative pattern work, and will continue to work on it (in my own way of course, it wouldnt be a valentine without a skull/dagger/heart/something a bit macabre) and find ways of incorporating this with my existing traditional style.
- teacher: alright fold your papers in half
- entire class: hot dog or hamburger