Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
Perhaps it was a stretch to call these strange creatures ukuleles. For they lacked strings and the hollow cave where music resonated, on some, shown clear through. Small, off-center sound holes adorned others, but none were the thing you’d hope to make music from. Ukes they were though – jumping fleas. And when no one was watching they danced and shimmied imagining one day, fingers would strum them happily.
Sometime back in the 70s, I think my mom wore something a lot like this. The shapes were different (mainstream psychedelica), but the colors feel familiar. Looking back at those pics, she’d be embarrassed whereas you, looking back on this, should NEVER feel embarrassed.
Extra credit: the boundaries between sections are mesmerizing! Realism can never be this entrancing.
http://ramanda429.wordpress.com/2013/04/03/award-catch-up/
love it!
Thank you!
Thank you!
That is too funny. My fondest 70s visual memory is the orange woven couch we owned. It was set off nicely against the copper patterned carpet. Thank you so much!
your welcome.
Love the ins and outs of this piece!
Thank you, Elena!