"Living with your folks. Living with your folks. The beginning of the end. Drab dead yesterdays shutting out beautiful tomorrows. Hideous, stumbling footsteps creaking along the misty corridors of time. And in those corridors I see figures, strange figures, weird figures, Steel 186, Anaconda 74, American Cane 138..."
Last summer I took a class in Figure Painting at the Wilson Center. Out of it, I created a set of "strange figures" from a variety of figure exercise.
I don't recall parameters of exercise seen in part one of " strange figures". I think it was... with limited palette and limited time become a Bay Area Figurative School painter.
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