A loincloth is something I have never worn before. Today is the first day in the experimentation of barely covered private areas. I have a sheep's skin to cover me front bits and a rawhide thong up the back. My fur hat is on. My sash and machete are in place. Check. The battle for spiritual fumigation begins NOW.
Gestural spankings played themselves out, willy-nilly, on the canvas of my choosing yesterday. All in all, there was a forging ahead of creativity. The zone sparkles with anticipation and delight for today, I am hoping my diseased wishes for good painting will come truly true.
I am one with the roar today. The beast is me and I am unshaven.