Begun as simply an abstract, but ended up looking to me like a little tin watering can.
(The center shape looks kind of white here on screen; in reality it is the same hue as its surroundings, just a lighter value thereof.)
Rumi is really too cute. He always has this sort of impish look. His eyes have still not fully normalized, by the way.
I continue to recover from my cold and my back injury. I have had very low energy but am going to try to get into the studio tonight, if only briefly.
...And a few pics from India. Here I am leaving the lovely public bathroom in Munnar. Of course I'd rather avoid these sort of...fragrant...places, but there really is usually no alternative. (And men simply urinate on the street wherever and whenever they feel like it.) When I've asked Indian women I know for advice, they all say the same thing: Just don't go. Now, that's excellent advice in theory...but how does one follow it in practice? Indian women must be born with iron bladders.
(By the way, notice Che Guevara there. Che is everywhere.)
Restless sky near Munnar (the area that Scots historically found to their liking in India).
A couple of hardworking ladies (near Munnar).
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