I was going through some old archived CDs and happened upon one labeled, "Painting '02' and I thought to myself, "Self, what the hell have you painted since then?" The answer, "Not much." I used to paint like a sonuvagun when I was living in Atlanta. It helped that I didn't have a girlfriend and pretty much kept to myself. I did a whole series of these tendril paintings—ranging from normal-sized to truck-sized and I don't have any to show for it. Most of them I gave away and some are still residing in Atlanta since they were too big to move. The last painting I did before my easel broke (at leasta year and a half ago) was one last tendril piece after Angie and I had moved. She had a piece of board that served as a desk that we didn't need anymore so I decided to break out the oil paints. (It now resides on its side in her cube at the Martin Agency, if anyone cares. Kinda like the last Truffula Tree.) The wood was heavy enough to ruin my easel, which I haven't replaced (though Angie swears she'll get me a new one). Looking at those old crappy pics of my paintings kinda stirred something in me. Maybe I'll get off my duff and do some more. After I get a new easel of course...
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I saw that in her cube! I mentioned that she was probably the only person at the agency with a painting of Cthulhu in her office. She replied that I was probably the only person at the agency that would know that.
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